Where’s Your Seoul? It’s Sai-gone!

, , , , | Right | June 17, 2020

I’m a Korean-American working as a cashier at a liquor store, and I am in my mid-twenties. I have grown up and lived here pretty much all my life and I run into these types of encounters with customers at least twice a month. This type of situation happens frequently with older white males.

Me: “Hi. Did you find everything okay today?”

The customer just stares.

Me: “Yes? No?”

Customer: “Where are you from?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “Where are you from?”

Me: “I live here in Minneapolis.”

Customer: “No, where are you really from?”

I know where this is going and want to be a smarta**.

Me: “I grew up in a small town about thirty miles north of here.”

Customer: “No, no, you know what I mean.”

Me: “Nope, I’ve lived here for almost 25 years of my life.”

Customer: “No, no.”

The customer makes motions around his face with his hand.

Customer: “This! Where were you born?”

Me: “Well, I was born in Korea, but I moved here when I was about eighteen mon—”

Customer: “I see, I see! Yes! When I was stationed over in Vietnam, I saw all kinds of Oriental women from all over Asia, and I always thought Korean women were the most beautiful women. They were so delicate and shy! You just remind me of this one woman I met in Hanoi; I think she was Korean or Vietnamese or something, and she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen!”

Me: “…”

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That Behavioral Class Isn’t Working

, , , , | Right | June 5, 2020

I work at a smaller branch of a bank where almost everyone is a regular and we are encouraged/required to be extra friendly and chatty with every customer. One particular gentleman is visiting from Nevada and has a habit of coming in a few times a day to withdraw money. He hasn’t been visiting long but has managed to become notorious enough that we usually direct him to our one male teller. This interaction takes place during a rush, so I’m unable to hand him off.

Me: “Welcome back! What can I do for you?”

Customer: “Just a withdrawal.”

Me: “Sounds great. What are you up to today?”

Customer: “I just got done with [behavioral class] and I’m gonna go home and play with myself. I mean—” *leering* “—play my guitar.”  *Winks*

I want to avoid an uncomfortable conversation, so I continue as if he really is talking about playing the guitar.

Me: “Aw, that should be fun!”

The customer is chuckling, making sideways eye contact.

Customer: “Yeah, I think I’m going to call a few people over and have them play with me.”

Me: “Even better!”

Customer: *Still leering* “Heh heh, yeah, maybe you can come over and you know, play with me.”

Me: “Unfortunately, I never did pick up the guitar. That was my cousin’s thing.”

He leans across the counter, makes solid eye contact, and utters the following.

Customer: “Well, in that case, I’ll just have to think about you.”

Me: “Here’s your money, sir. Enjoy your evening with friends.”

As of now, he has one week left of his class and we are ALL counting down the days.

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Unfiltered Story #195854

, , | Unfiltered | June 4, 2020

I’m a cashier at a grocery store in Minneapolis. While Minnesota borders part of Canada, Minneapolis is about 5 hours away from the border. Sometimes near the border, US stores will take Canadian money, but it’s definitely not common if done at all in Minneapolis.

Me: That will be $11, please.

Customer: <Hands me a bunch of Canadian money, all in $1 or $2 coins>

Me: (trying to make a joke out of it, but confused). Haha, I wish I could take this money, but management would frown upon it!

Customer: It’s not fake money! How can you accuse me of counterfeit money?!
Do you not know what Canadian money looks like?

Me: Yes, ma’am, I know what Canadian money looks like. But we’re in America.

Customer: So?

Me: (confused) That means we can’t…take…Canadian money.

Customer: (indigent) Yes you can! I’ve used Canadian money in the US before where I live! Me: (groaning in my head) Do you live by the border? I’ve been near the border before, and some stores will. But we’re several hours away, and frankly this store doesn’t have use for Canadian money.

Customer: (even more irate) Minnesota borders Canada, and therefore I can spend Canadian money in Minnesota! I don’t appreciate how you obviously think America is much better than Canada, and refuse to take our money! (goes off on a rant on how Americans think they are much better than the rest of the world)

Me: Seriously, ma’am, it’s not that I don’t like Canada. Canada is fine. But most of Minnesota won’t take Canadian money.

Customer: YES THEY DO!!!

Knowing I am getting nowhere, I call my manager over, who also attempts to tell the customer that we can’t take her Canadian money, and directs her to an ATM or asks if she can pay by card.

Customer: (yelling at this point, and with a crowd looking at her) I will NOT pay with American money! I have Canadian and it’s just as good as American!

My manager has had enough at this point and cuts her off.

Manager: Lady, we are in Minneapolis. Nowhere near Canada. We don’t take Canadian money, nor Euros or Krona or any other foreign money for that matter. Either give us AMERICAN money or leave the store now!

The customer storms out of the store, yelling as she goes about how Americans are so full of themselves and how we’ll be going out of business in no time since we are refusing perfectly good money.

Manager: (looks at me) What in the hell just happened?

Me: (sighs, knowing my manager loves this website). This is going on “Not Always Right”

Unfiltered Story #193885

, , , | Unfiltered | May 8, 2020

(I work for a small nonprofit and am answering the phone)

Me: [nonprofit], how may I help you?
Caller” Yeah I’m trying to reach [ethanol company].
Me: Well we’re a legal nonprofit so I’m afraid you have the wrong number.
Caller: What the hell does that have to do with ethanol?!?
Me: Uhh…nothing.
Caller: (unintelligible swearing) [hangs up]

He kept calling back and swearing when I answered.
When he called back for a third time in a row:

Me: If you keep hitting redial you’re going to keep getting the wrong number.
Caller: (more swearing) [hangs up]

Unfiltered Story #193815

, , , | Unfiltered | May 5, 2020

Minnesota has a DEEP culture of passive aggression. Our state motto really should be “If you cared we wouldn’t NEED a state motto!” . Today I saw an example that rivaled anything I have witnessed from a local in 17 years living here. I work at a place that sells locally themed souvenirs to tourists. Today a lady comes in and shows me a receipt for a purchase from a couple hours ago and an ashtray we sold her. The ashtray is **shattered**, in easily 8-10 pieces. The following conversation takes place

Customer:”I bought this for my brother but I dropped the bag and it broke. Can I exchange it for an unbroken one?”

Me:”Unfortunately ma’am our return policy is 30 days, with receipt in resellable condition which I’m afraid this isn’t. So I’m sorry but I’m not allowed to just swap a new one out for you. What I can do which I’m not really supposed to do but I’ll take the heat for stretching the rules a little is sell you a new one at a ten percent discount.”

C:”Ten percent? That’s it? That’s hardly anything at all!”

M:”I’m sorry ma’am but strictly speaking I’m not even supposed to do that. Would you like me to ring you up a new ashtray?”

C, gathers her things “No, if that’s all you can do for me I’ll just leave.”

M:”Ok, can I at least dispose of the broken item for you?”

C, gives me a pointed look:”No, I’ll just give it to him like **this**!” and huffs out of the store.