Lost Your Bargaining Chips

| Miami, FL, USA | Right | February 7, 2016

(I am looking at salad dressings at the grocery store when a woman casually picks some chips out of my cart. Note that I am standing right near the cart with one hand on the bar.)

Me: “Excuse me; I think you took my chips.”

Customer: “What was that, hon?”

Me: “You took my chips right out of the cart.”

Customer: “What are you talking about? You haven’t bought it yet, so I will.”

Me: *takes chips out of her cart* “YOU haven’t bought them either.”

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Apples To Apples

| New Albany, OH, USA | Right | February 6, 2016

Me: “Hi, can I help you with anything?”

Customer: “Yes! How do I know which of these apples are farm fresh?”

Me: “I’m… I’m not sure I understand?”

Customer: *clearly frustrated now* “Which of these apples are farm fresh and which are factory made?”

Serving Donald Trump

| Portland, OR, USA | Right | February 5, 2016

(I work as a U-Scan attendant at a large grocery store. The company is currently running a promotion for a new line of Mexican food, which means we get to wear t-shirts that say “Taste of Mexico” on the front.)

Customer: “Why are you wearing all that Mexican stuff? We have enough Mexicans around here.”

Me: *walking away* “Oh… kay…”

Saved Her From A Hairy Situation

| BC, Canada | Friendly | February 4, 2016

(I work at a small B.C. grocery store. I have thick, curly red hair, and for most of my time at this company I’ve had my hair long. It’s very popular with our customers, and I frequently get compliments on it. I’ve just gotten my hair cut drastically short, and am surprised and how much everybody likes it. I’m ringing up an off-shift coworker when an annoying regular joins us.)

Regular: *interrupting our conversation* “[My Name]! You cut off all of your beautiful red hair!”

Me: “Yeah, it was time for a change.”

Regular: “But you had such beautiful hair!”

Coworker: “And she still does.”

Me: “Thank you, [Coworker]!”

(The regular didn’t know what to say and left. I went on a break.)

I Pronounce Thee Idiot

, | NY, USA | Right | February 4, 2016

Customer: *over dressed for our grocery store location, and speaking with the sort of tone you normally reserve for children* “Give me three la-Zaa-nya squares, an eggplant salad, and one bru-Skeee-ta.

(The customer throws on a really thick, and sudden accent when pronouncing the food. He smiles at me in a way that makes me think I’m supposed to be impressed by this.)

Me: *punching in the order, and repeating it back using the accepted American pronunciation of the words ‘lasagna ‘ and ‘bruschetta* “Three lasagna squares, one large eggplant salad, one bruschetta.”

Customer: “Bru-Skeeeeh-ta” *he drags out the pronunciation even more*

Me: “One bruschetta.” *I agree, again, as per our store policy*

Customer: *looking self important* “It’s actually an Italian word? See if it were German, you would say it the way you’re saying it, but it’s not. Bru-SKEH-ta. See?”

Me: “If you say so, sir.” *getting his order ready, at this point, I’m too tired to deal with him*

Customer: “It’s just like ‘SPUH-geeh-tee’.” He grins at me.

Me: “Of course, sir.”

Customer: “You look like a nice Italian girl. Don’t you want to learn the language?”

Me: *handing him his food* “I’m a boy, sir.”

(His face dropped, and turned an interesting shade of red. He snatched his food away and spit something in what I could only presume is very overly-pronounced Italian at me, before hurrying away.)

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