I’m working at the cash register at a toy store. A customer comes up and dumps his items on the counter, completely absorbed in his iPhone.

Me: “Hi there. How are you tonight?”

Customer: *Silence*

Me: “All right, then, do you need a gift receipt for any of these?”

Customer: *Silence*

Me: “Sir, do you need a gift receipt?”

Customer: “What? Oh, no, it’s fine.”

We need to ask this before scanning anything because you cannot go back and add a gift receipt later. I proceed to scan his items.

Me: “Would you like a bag or would you rather carry it?”

Customer: *Silence*

I repeat myself several more times, each time a little louder. Plastic bags cost five cents so we need to actually ask.

Me: “Sir! Would you like a bag or not?”

Customer: “Oh, what? Bag? No, it’s fine.”

I tell him the total and he goes about paying with a credit card. The second the receipt comes out, he FINALLY looks up at me.

Customer: “Oh, and I need a gift receipt and a bag.”

I facepalmed.

I spent a few weeks handing out resumes to the stores in my local mall. I ended up getting a job at one and have been there for about one week.

On a day I’m scheduled to start work in the evening, I get a phone call. The person on the other end is talking very rapidly and I have a hard time making out everything they’re saying. 

Caller: “Are you coming in to work today?”

Me: “Yes. I didn’t think I was scheduled to start for a few more hours.”

Caller: “You were supposed to be here half an hour ago! Are you coming or not?”

I’m panicked because it’s a new job that I really need.

Me: “I am so sorry; I must have misread the schedule! I’ll be right in!”

I rush about to get ready and catch a bus to the mall. I rush into the shop and apologize profusely. My boss looks super confused. 

Boss: “You don’t start for another two hours. I didn’t call you!”

I am baffled, as well. Seeing as the bus takes about half an hour to get me home, I decide to just kill time in the mall until my shift starts. Twenty minutes later, I get another call. 

Caller: “Where are you? This is very unprofessional; do I need to get your shift covered?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but who is this?”

The caller identifies themself as someone from a store where I dropped off a resume but never got called for an interview.

Me: “I don’t work for you! I’ve never worked for you. I dropped a resume off weeks ago but never heard from you.”

Caller: “Oh, whoops. I must have written down the wrong number.”

Me: “I rushed into my job thinking I was actually late because of your call and wasted my afternoon!”

Caller: *Hangs up*

Related:
You Got The Wrongest Number, Part 8
You Got The Wrongest Number, Part 7
The Wrongest Number Got You
The Wrongest Reply To The Wrong Number
You Got The Wrongest Number, Part 6

I ring up a customer who has just purchased a pillow and two shirts. I bag all of it in one bag and tell her to have a great day. About twenty minutes later, she comes back to my register.

Customer: “Excuse me. You never put the shirts I purchased in the bag.”

Me: “I am sorry, but I am positive I did. I put all of your items in one bag with the pillow.”

Customer: “No! I looked when I got home, so I could hang them up, and they were not in there!”

Me: “Okay, let me look around my register.”

I look around and nothing.

Me: “The only thing I can do is call my manager and have her look at the camera to see what happened.”

Customer: “I don’t have time to wait around for that. Have the manager look at the camera and call me back.”

She hands me her number and leaves. About twenty minutes go by and the phone rings.

Customer: “Hi. I am sorry, but I was just in there saying you never put the shirts in my bag. I found them; they were on the other side of the pillow!”

I work in a rather popular restaurant. Our lobby has closed at 9:00 pm and it’s around 9:30 pm with some customers still sitting in the restaurant, finishing the meals they ordered before we closed. There are bright red signs on both entrances with big words saying “Dining Room Closed.” Because there are customers still eating, we cannot lock the doors.

A bus has just pulled into the parking lot and two girls open the door and half-step in the doorway.

Girl #1: “Can we come in?”

Coworker: “If you need to use the restroom, yes. However, our dining room is closed.”

Girl #1: “Oh, we wanted food.”

Coworker: “Well, since the kitchen is still up and running for drive-thru orders, we can let you order, but it would have to be to go.”

Girl #2: “So, we can’t eat in here?”

Coworker: “No, sorry. As our doors say and as I already mentioned, the seating area is closed.”

Girl #2: “Well, why do they get to sit in here?!” 

She is referring to the customers finishing their meals in the seating area.

Coworker: “They were here before we closed.”

The girls agree to take an order to go and wave in the rest of the people from their bus. About twenty to thirty teenage girls are now packed in our lobby. They all order food and aren’t out of there for about twenty minutes. Because of the large number of orders, the kitchen has to pretty much restart an hour of cleaning they already finished and I have to clean areas of the lobby again.

After they leave, I get a look of annoyance on my face and turn to a coworker who was hanging out and not on the clock.

Me: “What part of ‘we’re closed’ is so difficult for people to understand?”

Coworker #2: “You think people would know by now.”

This is not the first time something like this has happened and will not be the last.

Related:
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 35
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 34
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 33
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 32
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 31

I’m eating my dinner at a rest stop when I overhear this exchange.

Cashier: “What size would you like your iced coffee?”

Customer: “Black.”