Unfiltered Story #146892

, , , | Unfiltered | April 13, 2019

“I work in the garden center of my store. I spend the day driving a forklift around helping people load their selections.”
Customer: Get me this. “Hands me the picking ticket with his block selection. I go get the full pallet of block and bring it to his truck.”
Me: Here’s one pallet we can load now. I’ll have to go look for the other.
Customer: good I’ll just take this now. Are you sure you can load this in the back of the truck?? Maybe you should go find someone else.
Me: I’m sure I can do this but can your truck hold all of this weight?
Customer: “looks at me as if I’m an idiot.” Of course it can hold it. I plan on taking both pallets at once. (Keep in mind each pallet is probably around 1500-2000 pounds)
Me: ok…. ” I put it in the back and the truck sinks all the way down. Not all the weight is even in the back because the pallet is still on the my forks” are you sure you don’t want to grab a trailer?
Customer: shit…. I’m gonna go grab a trailer. Make sure both pallets are ready when I get back!
“Comes back with trailer”
you know what I don’t even want these they’re not the right color, I want these “points to a pallet of discontinued block”
Me: you’re gonna have to go inside and change you’re ticket then.
Customer: this is bullshit! Just put both pallets on the trailer.” He goes and I put one pallet on and the trailer is old and struggling to even hold the one. He comes back” why aren’t both on their?!?
Me: because they don’t fit. I can only get one on it.
Customer: “cursing under his breath” fine!! “He leave with the one and comes back for the other. I pick it up and the pallet of block has been sitting there so long that it has started to rot away. As I move towards the trailer I can hear it starting to break and then it collapses in on itself. The customer is obviously angry so I grab and empty pallet and start stacking the 500 or so blocks onto the new pallet. We get the first few levels done when the customer blows up”
Customer: this is bullshit! I shouldn’t have to deal with this. Get me a manger now!!!
“I go get the assistant manager of the store”
Customer: ” to the manager” This is bullshit!! This pallet is obviously rotten. I should be getting compinsated for this!!! I’ve got 6 guys at a job site waiting for these. Who’s paying them??? Isn’t my time valuable to you?!? I should be getting compinsated for this!
Manager: well we can’t control if a pallet is going to break. You wanted THIS pallet. No others. The most we can do is help restack it on the new pallet and wrap it back up for you
“The customer the starts cursing under his breath about the whole situation trying to blame me for the pallet breaking. We get him loaded up and finally on his way. After he has gone.
Manager: I hope he understands that it rained earlier and that those blocks are wet and aren’t going to be the same color when they dry.
Me: I was trying to tell him that but he just kept looking at me like I was the idiot here….

This Customer’s A Real Gas

, , , , | Right | April 12, 2019

(In the state of Iowa, ethanol in super unleaded fuel is subsidized so it is typically much less expensive than regular unleaded. I am working at a gas station off the interstate that has a large sign visible from the highway and a street sign that only displays our lowest-price fuel, super unleaded. A customer from out of state comes in upset after pumping gas, accusing me of over-charging him and misleading customers about our price per gallon.)

Me: “I apologize, sir. I’ll look into it.”

(I walk out to the dispenser with him, look it over, nod, and point at the PPG display above each grade.)

Me: “Yeah, this is all correct. See? Regular is [price] and super is [price], just like the sign says.”

(As I point to the street sign, steam starts shooting out of this guy’s ears and he responds:)

Customer: “Well, you could’ve made that sign larger!”

Me: “We did.” *as I point to the massive sign visible from the highway, looming over the store*

Customer: “Uh… Yeah… Well, you’re starving Mexicans!”

Me: “What?!”

Customer: “You are personally responsible for the deaths of millions of Mexicans! Does that make you happy? This is bulls***!”

Me: “Okay, then. Have a nice day.”

Unlocking Some Great Powers

, , , , | Related | April 9, 2019

I’m about two or three. I am able to get out of a lot of child-locked car seats.

My mom has the windows cracked, but she has to go into my father’s shop, since he works as a mechanic. She wants to make sure we are safe, so she locks the doors, but she forgets to take her key out of the car with her.

Fast forward about ten minutes: she’s back from talking to my dad and finds she locked herself out of her car with three young children in it. I am the eldest and the one closest to her door at the time.

After she runs back to my dad, she calls the cops because she figures that, while my dad is unable to help because he has just clocked back in, the cops might be able to help. It turns out that the car we are in needs a locksmith to get the doors open.

Well, we can’t afford that, so my mom kind of gets a defeated look and tells the officer never mind, and that because she can’t afford it, she will have to wait for me to do it.

For almost six months I have been wiggling out of the harnesses and child seats, and I keep getting into trouble so I have learned not to try. My mom convinces me, the two-year-old child, to unlock her door.

So, while the officer stands there, I wiggle around and squeeze out of a five-point harness that is snug against me and my coat. I crawl up front and unlock her door.

I’m still getting reminded of that now, at the age of 27.

Unfiltered Story #145514

, , | Unfiltered | March 30, 2019

*Our registers have gift cards with different pictures for different occasions, such as birthdays and weddings, or home and garden images for any occasion.  A customer comes up to my register and looks at them.*

Customer: I need a gift card for a birthday.

Me: Well there’s a couple here.  *I point to two designs, one with multicolored candles and the other with confetti*

Customer: Would they work for birthdays?

Me: I would think so.

Customer: I think there’s other designs over here… *she goes to another register*

Really Married To That Deception

, , , , | Right | March 25, 2019

(This is a story I overheard at work, where I sit right next to the people who answer the phones regarding questions about the website and insurance policies. Sometimes you hear some great stories when they recount to each other what just happened in their headset. Please note that some insurance policy questions can be answered with basic information like your policy number while other questions require permission from the policyholder for my coworkers to speak with anyone else.)

Coworker: “Hello, thank you for calling [Insurance Company]. How may I help you?”

Caller: *obviously a woman talking in a low voice to sound like a man* “Yes, hello. I am calling about my insurance policy. I am going to hand the phone over to my wife now, so please talk to her. She’s coming over right now.”

Coworker: “…Okay?”

(There are a bunch of noises like someone rubbing the phone on their clothes or otherwise make ruffling noises. Then there are some footsteps that just sound like someone stomping in place before the caller speaks again.)

Caller: *in a super girly voice* “Hello?”

(Apparently didn’t have any questions that required permission from the husband, so my coworker never got to call her out on it and the rest of the call went normally. I wonder if she hung up feeling really good about fooling us.)

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