Smooth Out The Allergy Situation

| KS, USA | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink, Health & Body

Me: “Hiya! What can I do for you?”

Customer: “Yeah, I’d like to exchange this peanut butter.”

(She hands me the peanut butter and the receipt.)

Me: “Oh, okay. Any reason? Is it bad?”

Customer: “Oh, no, it’s not bad. It’s just that it’s the chunky kind, and I need creamy.”

Me: “Oh! Well, if you want to go grab the one you want, I’ll get you fixed up and on your way!”

(She goes and gets the creamy peanut butter and comes back. I check the prices and hand her the right one.)

Me: “All righty, you’re all set! Have a good day!”

Customer: “Thank you!” *laughs* “I can’t believe I picked this up. I can’t have the one with the chunks in it. I’m allergic to peanuts!”

(She walked off and my manager and I exchanged very confused glances.)

Serving By The Seat Of His Pants

| PA, USA | Bizarre, Crazy Requests

(I have a regular customer who comes into the customer service desk where I work. He always needs help with the ATM. He’s a strange little fellow, always smells of beer and slurs his words. I am working on some paperwork when he comes in.)

Customer: “He-hey, hey, you’re the lady who helped me earlier right?”

Me: “Yes, is something wrong?”

(I had helped him with the ATM then did an exchange. He had gotten the wrong ice cream.)

Customer: “No, I was just wondering if you’d do me a favor?”

Me: “What do you need? I’ll try my best to help.”

Customer: “If I give you $40 will you take these pants back to the store for me and get me a smaller size?”

Me: “Uhm, no. I don’t get off work until seven so I don’t think I’ll be able to get there.”

Customer: “That’s fine. It’s okay. They don’t close until nine; you have plenty of time.”

Me: “I’m still going to say no. Sorry.”

Customer: “You’re saying no.”

Me: “Yeah, it’s a no.”

(He walked away without saying anything. My coworker and I just looked at each other like we both imagined it.)

Never Too Old To Live

| OH, USA | Bizarre

(An old man approaches me. I can’t remember the first thing he said to me because it made absolutely no sense.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, what was that?”

(He puts out his fist to me. I’m unsure what to do for an awkward two seconds, then I put out my fist. He proceeds to fist bump me.)

Old Man: “YOLO.”

(He walks away as I stand there in shock.)