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I Don’t Think You Are An A**hole; I Know You Are

, , , , | Right | November 22, 2018

(I work at the express lane at my store, which means customers can buy groceries online and then pick them up at the store. It’s a couple days before Thanksgiving, so we have a lot of orders. I’m in the middle of picking an order and looking for a product when a man stands in front of me. Thinking that he’s looking for something behind me, I step to the side, and so does he. I try again, and he steps with me.)

Customer: “I want to talk to you.”

Me: “Okay.”

Customer: “Where are canned sweet potatoes?”

Me: “I think on aisle one.”

Customer: “I don’t want you to think; I want you to know.”

Me: “Customer service would know better than I do.”

(We look, and no one is behind the desk at the moment, but I know if he goes over, someone will help him right away.)

Customer: “No one is there right now.”

(He doesn’t leave and keeps standing in my way. I sigh and pull out the radio that all express lane workers and managers carry.)

Me: *on radio* “Where are canned sweet potatoes?”

(No response.)

Me: “Um… they’re not getting back to me. Again, customer service would know better than I do, but I think they’re on aisle one.”

Customer: “I know you’re trying to just pawn me off to someone else. I’m not moving until I get an answer.”

Me: *on radio* “Where are canned sweet potatoes?”

Manager: *on radio* “Aisle one.”

Me: *on radio* “Thank you.” *to customer* “Okay, they’re telling me aisle one.”

(The man looked skeptical as he walked back over to aisle one. I had to rush to finish my order on time.)


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Unhelpful, Through And (Drive-)Through

, , , , , | Working | November 22, 2018

(I work from home and keep odd hours, so for “dinner” I throw on some PJs and head to the drive-thru of a popular chicken joint that will be opening just about then. I pull up in my little economy car and give the employees a few moments to register that I am there because they just opened, after all. A few moments later, another car pulls up behind me; it’s a huge, red pickup truck. There are people moving around inside who couldn’t possibly have failed to see it. A little while later, I figure maybe my tiny car didn’t trip the weight sensors that let them know there is someone in the drive-thru. Unfortunately I’m in my PJs and don’t want to go inside, and there are now three cars behind me, anyway, so I do what any modern technology-using person would. I pull out my cell phone, look up the store’s phone number, and give them a call.)

Me: “Hi! Is this [Chicken Place] at [Intersection]?”

Employee #1: “Yes, how can I help you?”

Me: “I’m in your drive-thru!”

Employee #1: “No, you aren’t.”

Me: “Um… I’m pretty sure I am.”

Employee #1: “No. No one’s there.”

Me: *looking at the line behind me, which anyone could see from the store window* “Are you sure?”

Employee #1: “Yeah.”

Me: “All right.”

(I hang up and pull through their drive-thru to the first window and gently knock on the glass.)

Employee #2: *sees me, speaks to someone I can’t see* “Hey! I think it’s the woman who was on the phone.” *opens the window* “Hey. We can’t really take orders from this window. Could you drive around again?”

Me: “There are cars behind me now.”

Employee #2: “Well. We can’t really take orders here. The orders have to be entered over there.” *indicates computer literally five steps away from him*

Me: “You know what? Never mind.”

(I haven’t been back.)

That’s Just How Some Customers Roll On Thanksgiving

, , , , | Right | November 22, 2018

(I am working the day before Thanksgiving with a coworker when a woman comes in to pick up her order of rolls. I bring her the box, opening it to ensure her order is correct.)

Customer: “Why are they not wrapped up? I bet they’re already stale!”

Me: “I’m sorry about that! Give me just a minute and I’ll get those wrapped up.”

(I go in the back to wrap them up and my coworker stays in the store. When I return, they’re mid-conversation.)

Customer: “She should have known better! It’s common sense! And she didn’t have to be so rude about it, either! Ridiculous!”

(My coworker is getting visibly irritated with this woman, so I wave him off.)

Me: “Here we go! Again, I apologize for the inconvenience.”

Customer: “How hard is it to do your job? It’s not a hard job to do. Your job doesn’t even matter. Do you know what matters? MY JOB! MY TIME! I SAVE LIVES, AND YOU CAN’T EVEN GET AN ORDER RIGHT!”

(I handed her the order and walked away. The best part? I recently got glasses, and she doesn’t recognize me when she comes in anymore, so she now complains to me about the rude girl who tried to ruin her Thanksgiving.)


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The Female Form Does Not Conform

, , , , , , | Friendly | November 22, 2018

(I am at a hotel pool with some friends. A heavily pregnant woman is lounging in a chair near the pool, reading a book. She is wearing a bikini; you can see she has stretch marks on her stomach and legs, and her ankles and feet are swollen. A girl of about twenty walks by, then turns around and goes back, her face wrinkled in disgust.)

Girl: “Um, excuse me?”

Pregnant Woman: “Yes?”

Girl: “Why are you wearing a bikini? It’s kind of gross.”

Pregnant Woman: “I’m wearing a bikini because it’s summer and I want to. If you have a problem with my natural female form, feel free to f*** off.”

Not As Sweet As Pie

, , , , | Right | November 22, 2018

(This time of year we sell pies: apple, cherry, pumpkin, and pecan. The pumpkin by far is the best seller right before Thanksgiving, but we always run out a few days before Thanksgiving because corporate doesn’t want any going to waste. Every year we have people who decide to take it out on us, and complain about our bakers “not making enough pies” when they all arrive after being flash-frozen by the factory, and we thaw them in our cooler. I am speaking with a woman in her late 40s to mid 50s.)

Me: “How are you today, ma’am?”

Customer #1: “I’d be better if your f****** bakers could learn to bake enough f****** pies for everyone!”

Me: “Ma’am, we don’t have any—”

Customer #1: “Every d*** year you guys run out of f****** pumpkin pies! Why can’t your bakers learn to f****** bake more?!”

Me: “Ma’am, our bakers only bake cakes in store; the pies arrive pre—”

Customer #1: “Oh, don’t give me those stupid excuses! Your bakers just need to start baking more!”

(This next customer is a woman who looks like she might remember the invention of sliced bread, and when Coke was considered a health drink.)

Customer #2: “Why do you guys always run out of pumpkin pies? Don’t you know you should be making pumpkin pies all day and all night so you don’t run out? You’ll make a lot more money that way!”

Me: “We actually have them delivered pre-made and flash-frozen, and we just thaw them out here. We don’t have any fresh-made pies in our store.”

Customer #2: “Wow! Really? Well, they taste handmade! But still, why don’t you just make more? You sell the pie filling and crusts! Just go grab them and make them yourself!”

Me: “Well, ma’am, you could do that, too, couldn’t you? Like you said, we have the pie filling and the pre-made crusts; you could buy them and make them yourself at home. Your family might like it better if you made it.”

(She then looks at me like I have three heads. The scoff on her face tells me she thinks cooking or baking herself is below her station. The next customer is an old man who looks like he might owe Methuselah some lunch money.)

Customer #3: “Where are your pumpkin pies? They’re not in front like they’re supposed to be.”

Me: “Sorry, sir, we sold the last one two days ago. The supervisor for bakery said we probably won’t have any more until the week before—”

Customer #3: “Such horses***! Don’t give me that f****** excuse! You go back there and tell them to bake more f****** pies!”

Me: “Sir, we don’t bake the pies here. They arrive frozen, and we thaw them in our—”

Customer #3: “BULLS***! I KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN FROZEN AND HANDMADE, AND THESE PIES ARE NOT FROZEN! STOP LYING AND MAKING EXCUSES, AND JUST TELL THEM TO BAKE MORE!

(And as he was saying this, the bakery department supervisor came by and told him again that we don’t bake any pies fresh, and even showed him on our pecan pies where it states the company that ships them to us. His face went red and he stormed off. I will never understand these people that blame their lack of a pie on the stores running out and not their own lack of planning.)


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