The Universe Pays A-Ten-tion

, , , | Hopeless | August 3, 2018

(I’m waiting for my train when a woman with her two kids approaches me:)

Woman: “I’m so sorry to ask this, but I’ve lost my wallet and I need to get my kids home. Do you have any cash that I can borrow to cover the fare? I can get your details and I’ll pay you back. I’m so sorry.”

(The train that I need to catch is approaching.)

Me: *hands her $10* “Here. This should cover it.”

Woman: “Thank you. Let me get your number—”

Me: *gets on train* “Don’t worry about it. Have a good night!”

(Fast forward to three days later. I’m in a different part of town, walking to work at about 7:00 am. A car drives past me, slows down, and then pulls over to the side of the road. The woman from the train station steps out.)

Woman: “Hi! I just noticed you’re the girl from the other day at the train. I’ve only got coins; is this okay?”

(She handed me $10 in coins. I actually couldn’t believe it. The universe works in weird but wonderful ways!)

Tax Doesn’t Register

, , , , , | Right | July 26, 2018

(I am a student, working in the fifties-style diner in our college’s union. Normally, we are supposed to ask for student IDs to verify that the customer doesn’t have to pay tax, but if they look close, we’ll give it to them without asking. Our registers have very old touch screens, and sometimes you have to press a button multiple times to make it work. After the transaction has gone through:)

Me: “Thank you and have a nice day!”

Customer: “What is this?”

(She shows me her receipt, pointing to a line at the bottom. Apparently, her tax wasn’t taken off.)

Me: “I’m sorry; I guess I must’ve made a mistake.”

Customer: “Redo it.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Me: “Redo the order. I want my money back.”

(NO ONE besides our boss has the capacity to open the register outside of a transaction, let alone do a refund. I ask one of my supervisors, anyway, on the off chance they might be able to. No such luck. I tell my coworker on the only other register I’ll be back. My boss is nowhere to be found. I have to go all the way down to the accounting office to grab someone to help me. By the time we get back, the line is out the door. We redo everything, and the girl leaves with a nod, having gotten her money back.)

Coworker: “How much was the refund?”

Me: “Thirty-three cents.”

Coworker: “You’re kidding.”

Me: “I’m not. If I’d had my wallet, I’d have given her a dollar of my own money and told her to never come back.”

Home, Home On The (Price) Range

, , , , , | Related | July 25, 2018

(I am a student in my early 20s with a part-time job. My mum is not a student and has had a full-time job for many years. We are both looking for apartments.)

Mum: “I saw a lot of ‘for rent’ signs on [Street]! It’s such a good area; there are so many shops nearby, and there’s a park a short walk away… You should check it out!”

Me: “Um… Why don’t you check them out?”

Mum: “Oh, they’re not in my price range.”

Me: “And you think they’ll be in my price range?”

Ruining Scrooge’s Fun

, , , , | Right | July 25, 2018

(I’m working as a bank teller during the year the government released the new Presidential gold dollar coins. The gold dollar coins themselves are not a new concept, the first ones having been put into circulation in 2000. We don’t keep any in stock or give them out as change regularly, but we do get them occasionally in deposits, and sometimes people request them for coin collections. I am waiting on an older man one day when he notices the gold dollars in the coin tray sitting on my counter.)

Customer: “Wow! Gold coins! I’ve never seen those!”

Me: “Yes, sir, we’ve had those for several years. They’re gold dollar coins. Just recently we’ve started getting them in with their new presidential designs.”

Customer: “That’s so cool! I’m amazed they let you display them out in the open like that.”

Me: “Excuse me, sir? Out in the open like what?”

Customer: “You know, having gold coins like that out where anyone can see them, maybe even steal them. Wonder how much they’d be worth?”

Me: “Um… Sir? These are just regular dollar coins. They’re gold colored, yes, but not real, solid gold.”

Customer: “Oh, really? So, how much are they worth, then?”

Me: “They’re dollar coins. Worth one dollar. That’s it.”

Customer: “That’s it? Oh, well, that’s no fun, now, is it?”

Bought Those Books For His Shorty’s Birthday

, , , , | Right | July 23, 2018

(I work at an independent used bookstore.)

Me: “All right, sir, the total is $32.10.”

Customer: “What forms of currency do you take?”

Me: “We accept all major credit cards, sir—”

Customer: “No, no. Currency. What types of currency do you take?”

Me: “Um, all forms of legal American currency, sir.”

Customer: “Great!”

(He then proceeded to pull out rolls of half-dollar coins and pay for the entire purchase in 50-cent pieces.)


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