It’s A Karma Lottery

, , , , , , , | Right | April 23, 2019

A woman came in and asked for a $2 lottery ticket. Without thinking, I printed one that included a bonus lottery for an extra dollar bringing the cost to $3. I realized I made a mistake and asked her if she would still like to buy the ticket. She launched into a tirade about my incompetence, today’s society, lazy youth, etc., and stormed out of the store. A man standing behind her said, “I’ll take that,” put down $3, and walked out.

A few days later, that man walked into the store, checked his ticket, and found out that he’d won $250. That same day, the disgruntled woman came into the store, checked her ticket, saw that she’d won $10, and proceeded to tell me that I almost cost her $10 and that I should make more of an effort to listen and use my brain.

I just nodded and smiled.

Making That Mistake Ten-Fold

, , , , , , | Working | April 23, 2019

(On my way home from my usual late shift, I stop at a drive-thru to get something to eat before bed. Since not much is open, I end up at a chain known for a wide variety of options and late-night drive-thru. After ordering, my total comes up as $9.36, so I hand the young cashier a $20 bill and 36 cents in change. She hits a button on the register, looks confused, and then hands me back the 36 cents.)

Cashier: “I’m sorry, I hit the button for $20 and I don’t know how to fix it.”

(Since I know that these registers often have a button that saves time by inputting $20 and then confirming everything, I realize this is an easy mistake to make and keep my grumbling silent. I know that an easy fix for this is simply to give me back $11 without changing anything on the register itself, but some people don’t understand how the till accounting works and stick to the numbers on the screen religiously. It’ll leave me with a lot more change in my pocket when I’d rather have a $1 bill, but this isn’t the end of the world, so I let it slide. She then takes a bit longer than normal to count out all the change, and then hands me back 64 cents and two $10 bills. I look at the bills in bafflement for a minute before handing one of them back to her.)

Me: “Um… You gave me too much. Put this back in the drawer.”

(She then spent the next minute trying to figure out how to open the drawer to return the bill. My food was finished and I drove off before she figured it out. Thinking back on it, I regret not asking for the manager and explaining the situation to them. I didn’t want to get her in trouble, but she obviously needed more training or supervision, and I’m not sure how many other customers would’ve returned the bonus $10 she paid me.)

I’ll Call You Daddy For Twenty Bucks

, , , , , | Right | April 23, 2019

(I’m driving for Uber, taking a rider to a concert. He’s texting as I drive.)

Customer: “Hey, [My Name], we’re friends now, okay? I’m telling everyone that a friend is giving me a ride.”

Me: *playing along* “Okay, ‘friend,’ can I borrow twenty bucks?”

Customer: “If I give you money, you’re one of my kids.”

Six Cents None The Richer

, , , , , | Right | April 17, 2019

(I work for a large gas station chain. I am ringing up an old man when I miss an item on the counter. I realize my mistake only after he has already paid, so I go to scan the item I missed. The item is $1.99 plus six cents of tax. He proceeds to freak out for the dumbest reason possible before trying to backtrack once he realizes he is an idiot.)

Me: “That will be $2.05 with the tax for that, then, sir.”

Customer: “Are you kidding me? I’m not paying that! You’re charging me even more tax?!”

Me: “Uh… what?”

Customer: “You messed up, and now I have to pay more tax? I don’t think so.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s not how taxes work. Sales tax is based on a percentage. If the two bucks were with the first order you would have paid exactly the same amount in taxes as you are now.”

Customer: “Oh.” *laughs* “Yeah, I knew that. I was just messin’ with you.”

(Sure you were, dude. Sure you were.)

 

Not Happy With This Tree-tment

, , , , , , , | Right | April 15, 2019

I do landscaping for a major chain restaurant and I notice that a tree has Borers and needs an injection. I tell the managing partner, who informs me she does not want to spend the $50. I tell her the tree will die, and she repeats that she does not want to spend any money. I tell her she can call any tree company, pick one out of the phone book, or ask friends, but the tree needs the injection or else.

She continues to say she does not want to spend any money. I give up; she is the customer and is therefore always right.

The following season, I am at the restaurant having dinner, and she sits down and asks why the tree is dead. I reminded her of last fall’s conversation, and she is pissed at me. She says she’s going to “rip the d*** thing out of the ground.”

I just keep my mouth shut and think of how she saved $50 at a cost of $700 to remove and replace the dead tree.

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