Unfiltered Story #132308

, | Unfiltered | December 11, 2018

I was in a health food store buying some stuff while overhearing a conversation between a customer and the cashier. The customer wants to buy a specific product but they don’t have this brand in stock. It seems that he now wants to buy products with the same ingredient in it as the one he initially wanted.

Customer: Is erythrit and erythritol the same?
Cashier: I don’t know. I guess you have to google it.
Customer: How long does it take you to find out for me?
Cashier: Sorry, I can’t do that for you now.

Customer actually calls the company of the specific product he wanted to buy to ask them.
They tell them that it’s the same.

Customer: I just did your job. It’s the same. What products do you have with erythritol?
Cashier: Erythritol is in both of those products.

The cashier is a little bit intimidated and mispronounces the chemical which visibly makes the customer angry.

Customer: Aha! What about this one, which is $1,50 cheaper?
Cashier: No, this doesn’t have it as an ingredient.

He looks at the label of the item and gets even more furious.

Customer: This has 100% erythritol in it!!
(ironically) Do you like your job or why do your customers have to do it for you?

He pays for the item and angrily storms off while the cashier now looks angry but also relieved that he’s gone.

Building Their Body Of Ignorance

, , , | Right | October 9, 2018

(I work in a nutrition shop. There’s a female bodybuilding meathead we sponsored who comes by every week for her free supplements. I have only been working here for three weeks, but this is the first shift I work where she happens to come in for her supplements. Also, because of my heritage, some people claim I look Arabian.)

Bodybuilder: *at me* “So, where are you from, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Me: “Oh, I was born and raised here in Texas.”

Bodybuilder: *to my coworker* “Do you believe him?! He looks like one of them terrorists on TV!”

Me: “Um, no, ma’am. My mother is from Mexico.”

Bodybuilder: *to my coworker* “Listen! He’s got a white people accent! It’s weird!”

Me: “…”

Only Wants The Salt Of The Earth

| AZ, USA | Right | April 20, 2017

Customer: “Excuse me, miss, do you have organic baking soda?”

Me: “Well, all of our baking soda is in the baking ingredients aisle, so if we have the baking soda you’re looking for it would be over here.”

(I walk over with her to that section and scrutinize the shelf, which you’d think I’d know by heart by now, considering I face it every night. There is only single option for baking soda to minimize shelf space, which is labeled “pure baking soda.”)

Me: “Okay, it looks like all we have is this one. But it’s a good amount for the price.”

Customer: “Is it organic?”

Me: “It isn’t organic certified. But all baking soda is just sodium bicarbonate, or a sodium particle bonded with two carbon molecules, so it’s basically all the same.”

Customer: “So it isn’t organic?”

Me: “The term really isn’t applicable to baking soda. It’s a basic mineral, not an agricultural product; therefore it can’t be GMO or treated with pesticides. A mineral technically isn’t an organic material at all.”

Customer: “Well, I can get organic baking soda in [Other State].”

Me: “Sure, they might put that on the box and have it certified organic, but what you’re buying is fundamentally the same thing. It’s like how there are apple products that don’t say gluten free, even though there’s no such thing as an apple that contains gluten. Do you follow?”

Customer: *stares at me for a moment* “I guess I’ll just wait until I get home. I don’t want to buy anything that isn’t organic.”

(I resisted the urge to explain the difference between organisms and rock, then just smiled and walked away.)

They Can’t Bee Serious

| UK | Right | January 3, 2015

(I work in a health food store that stocks a pretty good line of all kinds of different specialty honeys.)

Customer: *holds up jar* “Excuse me. This honey… is it from free-range bees?”

Unhappy Customers Can Sour The Milk

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Right | June 23, 2014

(A customer walks up to my cash register with a big carton of goat’s milk. He slams it down on my conveyor belt, looking angry and puffy.)

Customer: “Do you know the person that milked these goats?”

Me: *completely stunned* “Uh… no. I’m sorry, I don’t know who milked them. But I’m sure if you call the company that produces the milk and give them the batch number, they could put you in touch with the farmer, and HE OR SHE might know the person who operated the machine that milked the goats for that particular batch.”

Customer: “Machine?! The goats are milked with machines?!”

Me: “Probably… that IS how they do it most of the time. But I don’t know for sure. Like I said, if you contact the company they’ll be able to give you more information.”

Customer: “THIS IS RIDICULOUS. IT’S YOUR RESPONSIBILITY AS A STORE TO KNOW WHO HANDLES THE FOOD YOU SELL!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s really nothing more I can do to help you, aside from suggesting you call the company. If I may, why do you want to know who milks the goats?”

Customer: “BECAUSE I NEED TO KNOW IF THEY’RE KEEPING THE GOATS HAPPY. IF A GOAT IS UNHAPPY WHILE IT’S BEING MILKED, THEN THE MILK WILL BE SOUR. IT’S TRUE! I SAW IT ON A TV PROGRAM!”

(He then paid for his milk and left with it anyway, while I tried very hard not to burst out laughing.)

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