Doesn’t Score A Five

, , | Right | November 9, 2019

(As a baker, we sell cheese snacks. We sell them in bags of five for €3,95 and for €0,85 per piece. A customer approaches me, handing me five bags.)

Me: “That’ll be €19,75, please.”

Customer: “No, it’s €3,95.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but the €3.95 price is five pieces, not five bags.”

Customer: “Well, then you shouldn’t have put it on the sign!” *storms off angrily*

(You have no idea how often I have this conversation.)

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It’s A Pee-Shirt

, , , , , , , | Right | October 14, 2019

An acquaintance sells T-shirts and other items printed with designs she creates. She usually sets up a table and has some of the shirts pinned so that they are hanging over the side of the table to ensure the designs are clearly and completely visible. 

Apparently, several other dog owners have been just as inattentive as the woman in this tale but the others have all at least taken monetary responsibility. Seriously, people, no matter how much you love them, your dog is a creature for whose actions you are responsible!

One day, my acquaintance was selling her wares near a farmers’ market and a woman with two dogs came near the table where she was displaying her art and T-shirts. One dog proceeded to pee on two of the T-shirts that were hanging from the table.

The owner did nothing.

The seller tried to call the dog owner out for this and get her to buy the soiled merchandise — they aren’t even that expensive. The woman’s response? “Well, you are on the street.”

And then, she walked away with her dogs and accused the seller of harassment when she followed to demand an explanation.

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Cartoonish Adult Behavior

, , , | Right | July 12, 2019

(I’m a customer in this story. I’m wandering around a marketplace, having done my grocery shopping there. I have some time to kill when I spot some cute leggings with a cartoon motif from a popular kids’ cartoon which has also many adult fans, myself included. I approach the stall owner.)

Me: “What’s the largest size of these leggings?”

Stall Owner: *looks at me up and down* “Well… I’m afraid I won’t have yours.”

(Thank you, kind stall owner! Not many people acknowledge adult fans…)

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A Tiny Problem With That

, , , | Right | May 19, 2019

(My husband helps his brother-in-law with a shop at the local market. I sometimes drop by with my eight-months-pregnant belly and stand behind the desk, chatting with people. My husband is 21 and  I’m 23, but we both look way younger, while his 40-something brother-in-law is tall with a bigger build.)

Customer: “Oh, how nice! Is it your first?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, my first.”

Customer: “Is that the father?” *pointing at the brother-in-law*

Me: “Oh, no, the one with the black shirt on.”

Customer: “You mean the tiny one? But he is too young!”

(After that, she left, the brother-in-law laughed his a** off, and my husband looked defeated. Now every time he goes to work he won’t shave, so he can look older.)

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Unfiltered Story #151064

, , | Unfiltered | May 19, 2019

(This took place five years ago.)

(I was working till closing that day. It had been pretty normal, as a seafood shop in a landlocked state, we get steady business. By the end of the day, our store is usually empty so we start to clean things up. However, on this particular day, we had a boy scout troop waiting to take a tour of the store and facilities. They were standing near the entrance waiting for us to close. Well about five minutes until closing, a customer walks in. No problem, people who come in this late usually know what they want and we make quick work of them. And this woman, an older lady, was no different.)

(However, this lady was trying to break the system. We sell oysters at the shop and we sell them in pint containers with the natural juices. This lady starts off saying she wants two pounds of oysters but separated in two pint containers. No problem, we do it all the time. I start pinting her order but then she stops me.)

Customer: “Excuse me, but I don’t want that much juice with my oysters. Take some out please.”

(Now this is a problem. We aren’t allowed to separate the oysters from the juice. It would affect the price if we did. I begin to tell her this, but my manager stops me. He casually points towards the boy scouts patiently waiting for us to close. I got the message, we don’t want to cause a scene in front of the kids.)

Me: “Sure thing, ma’am. Just wait one moment please.”

Customer: “Thank you, and go ahead and just put a glove on and strain it that way.”

(Not necessarily the way we should do things, but I shrug and do as she says. I put on a glove and I use my hand as a strainer. The moment I start, this old lady scoffs at me and yells)

Customer: “What do you think you’re doing? I don’t want your dirty hands on my food.”

(This outburst catches the attention of the kids waiting by the door. Behind me, I hear my manager laughing as he puts a hand on my shoulder and takes the oysters from my hands.)

Manager: “I’m sorry about that, ma’am. He should know better.”

(Thinking I have been reprimanded enough, the lady nods and says)

Customer: “That’s fine. But please at least use a lid to strain my oysters please.”

(Nodding, me and my manager grab a lid and start to pour the oysters into a new container. Behind us, we hear the lady scoff again.)

Customer: “Don’t you have a slotted spoon you could do this with?”

(Now both me and my manager are getting annoyed. We have been following her instructions to the T but she turns around and yells at us. At this point, it is ten minutes after closing and the kids are getting antsy. Wanting to just finish this customer, my manager grabs a slotted spoon and does as she asks.)

(Afterwards, we priced the oysters and started to ring her up, but she stops us and shakes her head.)

Customer: “That’s not enough juice. I need more juice.”

(At this point, we see what she was trying to do. She was trying to have more juice added, but she didn’t want to pay for the extra weight. My manager turns to her and says flatly,)

Manager: “I’m sorry ma’am. But you are going to have to pay for the added juice.”

(The woman explodes, saying that she had never had to pay for juice before and she had come here many times getting her juice removed and then added in later. She ranted for maybe a minute about unfair pricing, ect, ect. The boy scouts in the corner are staring at us like deer in the headlights. My manager, noticing this, kindly asks the lady to lower her voice. But she refuses to, going on and on about how we were trying to take advantage of her. After asking for the woman to leave, my manager looks at me and says,)

Manager: “Holy s***. I hope those boy scouts get a merit badge for this.”