(I am trying to check out at a local grocery store. I have multiple different items. I am unloading my cart.)

Me: “There are a dozen peaches in this bag.”

Cashier: *types in 20 peaches*

Me: “No, I said a dozen. Not 20.”

Cashier: “Yeah, I typed in a dozen. That is correct.”

Me: “A dozen is twelve. Count them.”

Cashier: “Look, I know how to do my job.”

Me: “You are trying to charge me for eight peaches that I do not have. A dozen is 12; you charged me for 20.”

Cashier: “Look, okay, it’s 20. Everyone knows that. You are holding up the line.”

Me: “A dozen is 12! Take them out of the bag and count them! 12 peaches, not 20!”

Cashier: “Look, I need you to pay and get out of the way.”

Me: “I am not going to pay for eight extra items that I do not have!”

Cashier: “If you are not going to pay, then you need to leave the store!”

Customer Behind Me: *to Cashier: “A dozen is 12! You are trying to charge her for 20, you dimwit! Charge her for the appropriate items and let her pay!”

Cashier: “Don’t insult me just because she does not know math!”

Customer: “She doesn’t know math? You are the simpleton that doesn’t know what a dozen is! It’s hardly her fault that you cannot do basic math! I am a math teacher. A dozen is 12. Now, ring her up correctly and stop charging her for eight extra items!”

Cashier: “No! You guys are trying to scam this store!”

Customer: “Right. Get your manager out here, NOW!”

Me: “Yes, please, I would really love a manager right now!”

Manager: “What seems to be the problem?”

Me: “I have a dozen peaches and she is trying to charge me for 20. When I tried to get her to take off the extra eight, she accuses us of trying to scam her!”

Cashier: “Well, you are trying to scam us!”

Manager: “Are you kidding me? Go get a dozen eggs from that cooler.”

(The customer behind me is now chuckling. The cashier leaves in a huff and grabs a container of dozen eggs.)

Manager: “Good, now open and count them.”

Cashier: “There are 12.”

Manager: “Exactly. 12 eggs in a container marked one dozen. What does that tell you?”

Cashier: “Uh…”

Manager: “Get rid of the extra eight. Once you are done with that, please clock out and go home. I will deal with you tomorrow. Also, hand everyone in this line as many coupons as you can until you run out.”

(The cashier voids the extra items, while bright red, and hands me a massive stack of coupons. I never saw her again at that store.)

(I’m making a small purchase at a local food store.)

Cashier: “That’ll be one dollar, please.”

Me: “Really? One dollar flat?”

Cashier: “Yes sir, just one dollar.”

Me: *swipes dollar bill, then hands it to her* “Here you go.”

Cashier: “Thank you.” *swipes receipt* “Have a great day!”

(I’ve recently started my first job as a cashier at a small town’s grocery store. A large, seemingly drunk man has approached my register at night.)

Customer: “Hey! Where’s Hitler?”

Me: “Uhm… what?”

Customer: “You heard me! Where is Hitler?”

Me: *thinking this is a joke of some sort* “He’s, well, dead.”

Customer: “What? No! Not that Hitler! I mean your boss!”

(I am in a local grocery store that isn’t very nice, but the prices are low. I need to use the washroom. While in there, an employee comes in, does her business, and leaves without washing her hands. Totally grossed out, I leave without buying anything and send a letter to the corporate office. A couple of weeks later, I receive this reply:)

Letter: “Please accept our apologies for the incident that occurred at [Store]. Enclosed is a gift card for $10.”

(That was fine and all, but I wasn’t looking for a freebie – I was hoping they’d say that they’d have a talk with their staff about the importance of good hygiene, especially if you’re going to be working with food. The kicker was that the ‘$10 gift card’ was actually for $5!)

(I’m working in the produce section of my store, which is where the main entrance is. A girl, who is about nine years old, rolls into the store riding her bicycle)

Me: “Sorry, you can’t ride your bike through the store.”

Girl: “Why not?”

Me: “Because it’s dangerous. You might run into someone.”

Girl: “So what?”

Me: “I’m very sorry, but the bike has to go outside.”

Girl: “You can go to Hell!”

Girl’s Mom: “Haha, kids are funny, right?”

Me: “…”

(They took the bike outside after, then came back in and stared me down while shopping.)

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