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Tellers Should Probably Be Better With Numbers

, , , , , | Working | September 28, 2020

I am a sixteen-year-old student in a technical school. I chose to study 140 km away from home and most of my family. I am living in my cousin’s living room. My allowance is given through money transfers when I don’t have the chance to go home.

This one particular experience still baffles me.

After school, I stop by the mall on the way and go to the money remittance kiosk. I fill up the form for remittance and give my student ID. The teller calls me when it’s my turn.

Teller: *Angrily* “Next time, I won’t accept this ID.”

Me: *Confused* “What?”

Teller: *Still angry* “You should really have another type of ID. Apply for a voter’s ID or a driver’s license. You shouldn’t use your student ID since it’s not valid.”

I am a very sarcastic person and I’m a little annoyed that she has started lecturing me.

Me: “Can I apply for a voter’s ID at sixteen?”

Teller: *Confused* “Are you not twenty-two?”

Me: “No, I’m sixteen.”

She looked over my birthdate again. Apparently, she misread the year. She lost some of the volume of her voice but still insisted that I get a different form of ID.

I just said, “I will when I can,” in an annoyed tone.

No apologies, no admittance. I never used that kiosk again.

Death By Chocolate, Part 9

, , , , | Right | September 7, 2020

I am giving out free samples at a kiosk in a superstore. Today, I am handing out chocolate-covered pomegranate when a man in his thirties comes over.

Me: “Hi, would you like to try some dark-chocolate pomegranate?”

Customer: “Of course!” *takes a sample*

Me: “Thank you for trying some today!”

Customer: “I’m glad I got four candies instead of three. You could have killed me.”

Me: “Pardon?”

Customer: “Three pomegranate seeds. It symbolizes ‘Fruit of the Dead.’ I could have died.”

Me: “Uh, ‘Fruit of the Dead’?”

Customer: *Dead seriously* “Yes. In Greek mythology.”

He looks somberly at his pomegranate candy.

Customer: “I’m very superstitious.”

Me: “Okay.”

Customer: “Don’t give people three pomegranate seeds. Don’t.”

He walked away, staring at me for a while.

Related:
Death By Chocolate, Part 8
Death By Chocolate, Part 7
Death By Chocolate, Part 6
Death By Chocolate, Part 5
Death By Chocolate, Part 4

Who Doesn’t Love Dragons?, Part 2

, , , , | Right | July 9, 2020

My husband and I operate a gift shop that sells handmade ceramic items. One day, we are participating in a craft show where we have dragons, ceramic eggs, and orbs for sale, among other items. A little boy around five years old comes into the booth with his mother. 

Boy: “Mommy, look at the dragons!”

Mom: “They look very nice, but they’ll break; please don’t touch.”

Boy: “Mommy, dragon eggs! I bet if we get one of these, a dragon will hatch!” 

Mom: “Honey, I don’t think so.”

Boy: “Please, Mommy, can I have one? I bet a dragon like this purple and orange one will hatch from the purple egg with spots.”

Mom: “Not right now. Let’s go look in the next booth; your Dad is over there.” 

Boy: “But Mom…”

Twenty minutes later, she is back without the little boy.

Mom: “I have to have this egg. If for no other reason than the memory of that conversation. He’s going to spend days checking this egg.”

Every time we sell one of those eggs, we smile wondering if he’s figured out what type of dragon is going to hatch. 

Related:
Who Doesn’t Love Dragons?

When You Almost Became THAT Customer

, , , , , | Right | July 7, 2020

I’m the customer in this story and I’m quite pregnant, so I’m not as sharp as I normally am.

Cashier: *Taking my order* “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

Me: “Hi. Can I have a medium half coffee, half hot chocolate?”

Cashier: “Sorry, we don’t have that here.”

The cashier points to available selections on the menu above her head.

Me: “Sorry, some places call it a mocha.”

I normally don’t just ask for a mocha because some places put whipped cream on it.

Cashier: “We don’t have the machine for it.”

Me: *Still not getting it* “So, you aren’t able to just mix a coffee with hot chocolate?”

Cashier: “I’ll tell you what. I can use this [Hot Chocolate] mix and stir it into your coffee for you. We can’t normally do it because it’s not a menu item.”

Me: “Oh! Oh, my gosh! I’m so sorry! I just figured it out. Thank you! I’m so sorry for being so stunned!” *Laughs*

The cashier was so gracious and patient with me. I literally had no idea what she was talking about until she reached for the packet of powdered hot chocolate. I felt like such an idiot leaving and immediately thought of Not Always Right.

Their Brain Really Needed That Carb On Carb

, , , | Right | June 9, 2020

I have biked over to the next town, some twenty miles, so when I arrive, I am quite tired and hungry. I go to a small hot dog stand while pondering if I should get a hot dog in a bun or a hot dog with mashed potatoes, which basically is what is offered.

The guy looks at me strangely as I order and scratches his head a little about payment. 

When I get it, I say, “I did order this, didn’t I?” while looking at my bun with mashed potatoes.