Unfiltered Story #144749

, , | Unfiltered | March 25, 2019

(Because I am OCD and the manager, everything in the store is in CLEARLY labeled sections and everything has price stickers. It’s not a very big store so you can see the brightly colored signs telling which section is which as soon as you walk in. We still get these at least once a day.)

Customer: Where are your (name of section that is clearly labeled)?

Customer: How much is this? (Holds up item from across the store)
Me: Everything should have a tag on it. (And by “should” I mean does.)
Customer: Oh okay.
(Few minutes later)
Same customer: How much is THIS?
Me: (trying very hard to be polite) Um…it should have a tag.
(This usually repeats until I walk over to them and very pointedly look at the tags every time they ask and hold it out for them to see said tag while I read it to them.)

Unfiltered Story #144737

, , | Unfiltered | March 24, 2019

(I work in an adult store that is in the same building as a topless club. I answer our phone and theirs. You’d be surprised how many times I get this conversation.)

Caller: How much is it to get in?
Me: It’s $** if you’re over 21 and $** if you’re under 21 and that covers your first two drinks.
Caller: You can drink if you’re under 21?!
Me: *sigh* We have non-alcoholic drinks as well.

Daddy Issues All Over The Country

, , , , , , | Friendly | March 21, 2019

(My family has a running joke that my dad knows everyone; this fact will be important later. I moved to Alabama from Louisiana about six months before this story. It is an eight-hour drive from one city to the other. My partner and I are three hours into the drive to visit my family when a tire pops on the interstate. Our spare is also ruined, and was supposed to be replaced a month ago at a visit to the tire shop. It takes about three hours to get to the tire shop from the interstate and to get news about the state of our tires. At this point, it’s not looking hopeful. The salesman tells us the tire and spare are both no good, and he has none in the same size. But, LUCKILY, he has a tire that was special ordered to be picked up that day, but the man who ordered it had to reschedule pickup for a few days longer. So, he sells us the tire and reorders for the other customer. We are paying, and the guy asks where we are headed:)

Me: “I’m from [City] in Louisiana, so we’re going to visit my family.”

Salesman: “That’s where I was born and raised. Who’s your kin?”

Me: “[Last Name].”

Salesman: “Oh, I went to high school with a [Dad], [Aunt], and [Cousin].

(My partner starts laughing while I just sigh.)

Me: “My dad is [Dad]. And he does literally know everyone, no matter where I go!”

Worst Soda Ever

, , , , , | Right | February 24, 2019

(Our restaurant has a self-serve soda fountain. It has a catch tray for drips and wasted ice. As I walk by it I see a woman scooping the ice with her hand into her cup.)

Me: “Excuse me, ma’am, but that ice isn’t clean. Other people dump out their drinks here.”

(She stops, puts the lid on the cup, and hands it to a young boy with her.)

Boy: “Granny, I don’t want that anymore!”

Grandmother: “Just take it and let’s go!”

They’re A Sandwich Shy Of A Picnic

, , , | Right | February 18, 2019

(I am working at a sandwich restaurant with just one other person, and we have about fifteen customers. I’m having to put veggies on customers’ orders and work the till. I’ve just rung out four customers when I wash my hands and put on gloves to start with veggies.)

Me: *while putting on gloves* “Hi. What veggies can I get on your sandwich?”

Customer #1: “Lettuce, pickle, and mayo.”

Me: “All right. Is that it for you today?”

Customer #1: “LETTUCE, PICKLE, AND MAYO!”

Me: “Yeah, I got that. Is that it for you today?”

Customer #1: “Oh… Yeah, that’s it.”

Me: *moves on to the next customer* “Any lettuce or tomato?”

Customer #2: “Lettuce, tomato, pickles, and mayo, please.”

(I finish both orders and wrap them up. I’ve just taken off my gloves to ring them up.)

Customer #1: “No, she and I are not together; don’t add her to my total!”

Me: *internally facepalms* “Yes, ma’am, I know this.”

Customer #1: “SHE AND I ARE NOT TOGETHER!”

Me: “I KNOW! Your total is $6.54. Your order is in front of you. Hers is off to the side here. So, stop trying to grab both, or I will charge you for hers, too.”

Customer #1: *quietly swipes card*

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