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Totally Speechless

, , , , , | Right | August 30, 2021

The café I work in has just added some new items to the menu. I am mute, so I work in the back either washing dishes or prepping food. After a quick bathroom break, I am heading back to my station when a woman approaches me.

Customer: “Excuse me, miss. I wanted to try one of your new sandwiches, but I’m having trouble deciding. Which one do you recommend?”

She seems very polite. I point to my mouth, then my throat, then shake my head, trying to convey my lack of speech. She smiles and nods, and I think she understands. Then, she gets really close to my face. Keep in mind, this is during a certain health crisis, and everyone is supposed to be staying six feet apart. This woman is wearing a mask, but that doesn’t change the fact that she is now about an inch from my face.

Customer: *Now screaming* “WHAT SANDWICH DO YOU RECOMMEND?!”

Now everyone in the café is staring at her. After the shock wears off, I point to my ear and give a thumbs-up, and then I point to my mouth and give a thumbs-down.

Customer: *Speaking normally* “Oh, you can hear; you just can’t talk.”

I nod.

Customer: “Oh, okay.”

She walked up to the register without an apology. I will never forget the utter confusion on her face when my manager told her to leave. He also gave me a free cookie.

This Security Guard Will Not Guard Your Insecurities

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: Crycakez | August 29, 2021

I work in security, and I am a gate guard for a public-owned outdoor entertainment area. While I’m waiting there, a man walks past taking his young son — three or four — to daycare.

Man: “Boys don’t cry, [Son]. Only girls do.” *Sees me and addresses me* “Isn’t that right?”

Me: “Actually, boys can cry. Only really strong men and boys cry; it’s weak men that think only girls do. If you cry, it’s because you are a strong boy.”

The man goes red in the face, hurries to the daycare down the road, and then comes back to yell at me. I turn around and point out:

Me: “I’m a female in the role of a male. I’m doing a ‘man’s’ job. And you are a chauvinist pig to teach your son such toxic masculinity.”

Man: “Well, I’m French and that is our culture.”

Me: “This is New Zealand and it is not our culture.”

The Only Air She Is Blowing Is Hot Air

, , , , , | Right | August 28, 2021

I have worked in an auto parts store for many years and am used to two types of clueless customers. The first kind is, “I need [unknown] part for my car — the red one.” The others are the ones who have been pranked to come into the store and ask for blinker fluid or muffler bearings. I don’t know which type this lady is when she comes in and, before I can even greet her, says, “Air.”

Me: “Beg your pardon?”

Customer: “Air! Ya know, A-I-R. Air.”

She is waving her hands about as if bringing air to herself.

Me: “We have cans of air for inflating flat tires and a few small cans of air for blowing out electronic parts. Is either of these what you want?”

Customer: “Just air! Do you know what air is? I know that these places hire the most ignorant people on earth, but surely you know what air is!”

Me: “Please, ma’am, yes, I know what air is. What do you need it for? Putting in tires, blowing dust from electronic parts, or what?”

Customer: “Well, aren’t you special? Do you have any idea what month it is?”

Me: “Yes, it is October.”

Customer: “Well…”

Me: “I’m sorry, I guess I must be too stupid to follow your train of thought. I don’t understand the connection. Please educate me.”

Customer: “It’s October. Summer is over. It is well into fall!”

Now I know that she is definitely of the second type of clueless.

Me: “Oh, you must want winter air in your tires. Take out the summer air and put in winter air, is that right?”

Customer:Well, at last! Your feeble brain has made that connection, congratulations. Now get me the air!

Me: “Well, this is a parts store and we don’t service tires. I could sell you an air compressor for you to change your own air, but I can’t change your air for you. Now, the compressors we have are—”

Customer:Stop! Do I look like someone who changes my own air?”

Me: *Playing along* “I don’t know. What does someone who changes their own air look like? I’m kind of new at this.”

Customer:Stupid idiot! You take out the summer air and put in the winter air, or is that too difficult for you?”

Me: “I don’t do that here. I only sell parts. You can go to any tire store and have them take out the summer air and put in winter air, though. There are several tire stores in the area. I can look them up for you if you wish.”

Customer: “Excuse me! Air is ‘parts’! Now get on it!”

I am just through with her.

Me: “Excuse me? I’m sorry, but there is no excuse for you, your attitude, or your stupidity. There is no such thing as summer air or winter air. Someone has pranked you. And now you are wasting my time. Please leave.”

Customer: “I’m going to tell my husband and he will come here and take care of you. He’s the one who told me to come here. I guess you think he is stupid, too?!”

Me: “Look, your husband has pranked you. Now, please leave. I’m busy with real customers.”

The lady screamed something incomprehensible at me and tried to rush out the entrance, which wouldn’t open. She tried, again and again, to force the door open. I just pointed to the exit door, which she finally found, and she left.

Home Is Where The Handmade Is

, , , , | Right | August 28, 2021

I work as a Christmas seasonal worker at a well-known bath products chain. Their slogan is “Handmade Cosmetics,” and it’s in big white letters under the shop’s name. I hear a coworker trying to explain something to a tourist and having some problems speaking to them. I go to her aid. The tourist is angry and talking super-fast, so I first ask my coworker if they need help.

Me: *In Spanish* “Do you need help? I can speak to her if you want.”

Coworker: *In Spanish* “Yeah! I don’t get what she means at all; it makes no sense.”

I find this weird because this coworker is pretty fluent in English, as most of us are. Our shop is in a pretty popular tourist hotspot, so it is always full of foreign customers. In any case, I turn to the tourist, who is getting impatient.

Me: “Hello! What were you looking for? I’ll help as best as I can.”

Tourist: “Well, I want to know if you sell glycerin and essential oils for soap making.”

Now I understand why my coworker was confused. We only sell finished products.

Me: “I am very sorry, but we do not sell that.”

Tourist: “That doesn’t make any sense.”

Coworker: “Our products are handmade, though; they are all-natural and ethically sourced.”

Tourist: “But do you do it at home?”

Me: “No, we have a few factories in Europe which send us the finished products.”

Tourist: “Then you are lying! Outside says it’s homemade. If you make it in a factory, it’s not homemade. You should not lie about that!”

Me: “Ma’am, nowhere does it say that. Our goods are handmade, though.”

Tourist: “No, no, home-made. You should not say it’s homemade if it’s not. Do you know where I can buy glycerin and essential oils?”

Coworker: “Um, no?”

Tourist: “Then goodbye. And do not lie to your customers anymore; it is not homemade and you should be ashamed of yourselves for lying!”

After the tourist leaves, my coworker and I just look at each other and say, in Spanish:

Us: “What the h*** was that?”

An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 17

, , , , , , | Right | August 28, 2021

Stores are just starting to open back up. I am a manager, so I am the one to deal with customers against our mask policy, which is that masks are required to be worn in the store at all times. We have signs posted on all our doors of said policy. We also have a letter from the legal department stating the policy. We have a door greeter to monitor capacity and mask enforcement. The greeter has a walkie to communicate with the manager if assistance is needed.

I get a call over the walkie that I am needed, so I head to the front door.

Team Member: “Ma’am, here is my manager.”

Customer: *To me* “I don’t believe your mask policy. You can’t force everyone to wear a mask; that goes against the ADA!”

Me: “Ma’am, this policy was set by corporate. If you refuse to wear a mask, I cannot let you inside and I have to ask you to leave.”

Customer: “Fine!”

The customer leaves. Not even five minutes later, the phone rings and I answer, doing our standard spiel.

Me: “Thank you for calling [Business]. This is [My Name]; how may I help you?”

Customer: “Hi. I was just in your store and I was denied service because I refused to wear a mask, and I just wanted to verify your store policy for masks.”

Oh, it’s this lady again.

Me: “Yes, ma’am, masks are required to be worn in the store at all times. As a non-essential business, we—”

Customer: “Well, that is against the ADA, and I’m going to get you shut down!”

Me: “Ma’am, if you would just give me a minute to—”

Customer: *Click*

Related:
An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 16
An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 15
An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 14
An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 13
An Ugly Side Of Society Has Been Unmasked, Part 12