Tow-tally Scamming You

, , , | Right | March 27, 2018

(I work in a restaurant. A man asks an employee to borrow our store phone and said employee lets him. The employee leaves the area, and after about a minute the man turns around and sees me standing behind the counter.)

Man: “Hey, are you the manager?”

Me: “Yes, how can I help you?”

Man: “My car just got towed. I called my wife, and she is coming to get me, but she’s in Baton Rouge. It’ll take her a few hours to get here. Thanks for letting me use the phone.”

Me: “That’s too bad.”

Man: “Yeah, do you think I can wait in here instead of standing around outside?”

Me: “Sure. You can sit at a table until we start to get busy; then you would need to move if we need the table.”

Man: “Look. My wallet and phone were in the car. They wouldn’t let me get anything out of it.”

Me: *seeing where this is going* “Why did your car get towed, anyway?”

Man: “The cop said I rolled through a stop sign, and I didn’t have my license, so they towed my car. They didn’t let me get anything out of it. So, could I eat now and have my wife pay for it when she gets here?”

Me: “No, sir. I can’t give food out without payment first; I’m sorry. But you can wait here, still.”

Man: *looking defeated* “Oh. Okay, then.”

(He didn’t stay. I checked the phone after he left, and the only three numbers on the redial list were ones I had called over an hour prior to that. He didn’t call anyone!)

Knowing Your Inventory Can Pay

, , , , | Right | March 10, 2018

(It’s my last day working part-time at this small-chain grocery, as I’m about to start a full-time job at the local library. Since we’re a smaller establishment frequented by older folks, it’s not uncommon for some customers to tip the workers for doing a little extra like carrying bags to the car, or just being very polite, so we’re allowed to keep extra money that customers give us. I’m ringing through this jovial old man who is joking with his buddy the whole transaction and generally making everyone smile. Near the end of scanning his items, he makes a “wager.”)

Customer: “Double or nothing, how much do you think my total will be? I’ll pay you that.”

Me: *playing along* “About… $37?”

(I have worked here long enough to know the general price of common items by heart, and many of his things are common. Lo and behold, his total is $37.43!)

Me: “Wow, lucky guess!”

Customer: “I’ll say!”

(The customer pulls out a 100-dollar bill after I hand him his bags, and I make the change. I count it back to him, and he proceeds to hand it BACK, plus extra to even out at $75.)

Customer: “Have a good night, Lady Luck!”

(I finished the last hour of my last shift on Cloud 9!)

Unfiltered Story #106825

, , | Unfiltered | March 5, 2018

(We just got new chip and pin machines where I work; but they’re not set up yet, despite being on the counter. Because of this, there are signs that say, “Coming Soon To Serve You” to deter people from trying to use them. A customer walks up, and the transaction goes normally, up until she pays…)

Woman: *as she’s pulling out her card* “Wait, I thought I was at [Store]?”

Me: *confused* “You are…”

Woman: “But this sign says ‘Coming soon to…’ and not [Store]!”

Me: *points to sign* “That just means they’re not set up yet…”

(For some reason she through ‘Serve You’ was the store! Clearly the lights were on but nobody was home!)

When District Managers Hit Home

, , , | Right | February 20, 2018

(I’m a fairly new cashier at a community grocery store. It’s the kind of place where the regulars know every employee by name. I’m scanning groceries for a customer when the store’s district manager from headquarters comes in. She immediately starts correcting the employees that aren’t doing their jobs and goes behind the front service desk to pull papers. The customer who had previously asked if I was new points her out.)

Customer: “If you haven’t met her yet, don’t get on her bad side. She’s the big boss. And a real harda**.”

Me: “Yeah, I know. She’s my mom.”

Maybe Chicken Soup Doesn’t Quite Cure Everything

, , , , , | Working | February 19, 2018

Me: “Excuse me. Could you tell me which aisle I can find chicken broth in?”

Clerk: “Yes, we’re actually pretty close. I’ll show you where.”

Me: “Okay, great. Thanks.”

Clerk: *as we walk over* “How are you doing this morning?”

Me: “Oh, I’m doing pretty good. Thank you! How are you?”

Clerk: “I’m okay, but a little worried about my friend who’s undergoing a major surgery right now.”

Me: “Oh, uh, wow. That’s scary.”

Clerk: “Yeah, it’s a double lung transplant. He’s not really expected to make it through.”

Me: “Um, that’s intense. I’m sorry to hear that.”

Clerk: “Yeah… Well, here’s the broth.”

Me: “Yeah, um, thanks! I hope your friend does okay.”

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