Making I Scream

| Maui, HI, USA | Bizarre, Food & Drink

(I work at a large national ice cream chain. Because corporate tries to be ‘fun,’ our service door says ‘Ice Cream Makers Only’ instead of Employees or Staff Only. One day, I see a man in an apron opening the door.)

Me: “Oh, please don’t go in there. It’s only for—”

Man: “Yup, I know, and I work at [Local Ice Cream Shop across the street].”

Me: “Fine, sir. You still can’t go in there.”

Man: “Chill, dude, we make our own ice cream. It’s not imported. I make the ice cream.”

Me: “Stop, please!”

(By now he has figured it out and is turning the handle.)

Me: *quickly locks the door*

Man: “LET ME IN! I deserve to be here!”

Me: “Please leave right now!”

Man: *banging on door* “NO! I AM ONE OF YOU!”

Sharing Is Uncaring

| Chicago, IL, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre

(It’s worth noting that I work in a very small store, with an ice cream counter that spans one end. It’s slow at the moment, so I’m wiping down the counter while my coworker is in back getting a head start on the dishes when a middle-aged woman comes in and gets an ice cream cone.)

Me: “All right, here you go. That’s $3.91”

Customer: “Thanks.” *hands me a five-dollar bill*

Me: “Okay, your change is $1.09, there you are!”

Customer: “Thanks.” *takes change*

(I think that’s the end of it, unless she drops some change into the communal tip jar. However, after pocketing the coins she leans over the counter and gives me a handshake, slipping the bill into my hand. I look at her, confused, as we have a very clearly marked tip jar a foot away.)

Customer: “I don’t believe in sharing.”

Me: “Um, thanks.”

(She walked out before I could say anything else. As I’m wondering what to do my coworker comes out of the doorway to the back, where he obviously saw everything.)

Coworker: “You handled that really well.”

Me: “Thanks. So should I just put this in the jar?”

Coworker: “No, that would be shared, and we can’t have that, now can we?”

The Sweetest Thing Wasn’t The Candy

| USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Customers, Money

(The ice cream shop I work at also sells candy in a separate section. Since I’m working alone, I’ve closed the candy section. A girl who looks about nine comes in.)

Girl: “Excuse me, could I go in the candy spot?”

Me: “Sure.”

(I open the section and let her wander around. I notice she keeps approaching the candy bars, then backing away looking disappointed.)

Me: “Are you looking for something special?”

Girl: *shyly* “I only have this much…”

(She holds out her hand, revealing about twenty cents in nickels and pennies.)

Me: “Why don’t you look at the bulk bins? We sell that candy by the weight, so you can probably get something from there.”

(She heads to the bins I’m pointing at and carefully counts out a few candies to weigh.)

Me: “Okay, that’s going to be fourteen cents. Do you want to get a few more?”

Girl: “Nope, that’s just enough!”

(She handed me the money, but still had a few cents in her hand. As she took the bag from me, she dropped the remaining change in the tip jar and scurried out. She gave up a little extra candy to give me a tip. It was far from my largest tip, but it was my favorite.)