(This is my first job. A customer walks up to my register to check out his items. However, my register is malfunctioning and I can not scan more than 15 items.)

Customer: “Hello there, young’un. Just these for me today.”

Me: “I do apologize sir, but I cannot scan more than 15 items today.”

(I turn my head to see if there is another register open when I feel a hard pull on my collar. Suddenly, the customer pulls me over the register.)

Customer: “I’ll teach you to disrespect your elders!”

(He starts spanking me with his cane right by my aisle in view of my manager.)

Manager: “I’d stop this, but it is really entertaining.”

Customer: “Can you tell me which milk is full fat, please?”

Me: “Of course. It’s this one with the blue lid.”

Customer: “But that says 4%. I don’t want 4%. I want full fat.”

Me: “The 4% means that 4% of the milk is fat, which is all of the fat milk has in it to begin with.”

Customer: “But I want full fat milk, not 4%.”

Me: “If it was 100%, then it would just be a bottle of fat, sir.”

Customer: “I don’t understand all this new healthy stuff…”

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Me: “Can I help?”

Customer: “I want a refund on this instant barbecue. It’s no good.”

Me: “I’m sorry about that, sir. What’s the problem?”

Customer: “The picture on the front shows meat on the grill, but there’s no meat inside this box.”

(I am dumbfounded, but I don’t argue. The shop has a ‘no-quibble’ returns policy.)

Me: “Well, I can refund that for you, sir. Do you have a receipt?”

(The customer hands over the receipt.)

Me: “I can see you bought three of these barbecues, sir. Where are the other two?”

Customer: “At home in the freezer.”

Customer: *holding a bottle of wine* “Are you old enough to sell me this?”

Me: “Yes, I am.”

(I reach out to take the bottle, but he refuses to hand it to me.)

Customer: “Are you sure that you’re old enough?”

Me: “Yes. I wouldn’t be a cashier otherwise. I’m pretty sure you only have to be eighteen.”

Customer: “Are you eighteen?”

Me: “Nineteen, yes. Would you like me to sell you it?”

(The customer finally releases his hold on the wine. I begin to scan.)

Customer: “Are you sure you’re allowed to? You look pretty young.”

Me: “I’m old enough.”

Customer: “Do I get a discount for calling you young?”

Customer: “Is that chicken?”

Me: “No, they are stuffed jalapeños.”

Customer: “Oh, it’s pork?”

Me: “No, it’s a stuffed jalapeño.”

Customer: “What’s that?”

Me: “A pepper.”

Customer: “Is that so?”

(The customer’s husband approaches and sees the stuffed jalapeños.)

Customer’s husband: “What is that?”

Me: “Stuffed jalapeños.”

Customer’s husband: “Oh, so it’s fish?”