Unfiltered Story #146050

, , | Unfiltered | April 6, 2019

I’m stocking when I hear a group of women loudly wandering around the aisle next to mine.  A middle aged woman comes storming up to me and very rudely asks for assistance finding something.
Woman: Do you have something you can draw on that you make into temporary tattoos?
Me: I’m not sure, I’ve never seen that but I can check with someone else to see if we carry it. (I then page over the radio to see if anyone knows where/what it is)
Woman: Oh, and don’t tell me you don’t have it, because we checked online and you have it in stock!
Me: Well, no one else knows quite what you’re looking for either, do you have the item number from our website with you so I could look it up for you?
Woman: What? Seriously? I didn’t think I’d have to do that much *work*! (She then promptly storms of complaining loudly to the two women with her. I was getting pretty irritated at this point, I can’t be expected to know where ever item is, out of the hundreds of items we have in stock. So, I go to my manager who’s setting up a display a few aisles over and ask him if he knows where the item is.)
Manager: Well, I know we have it, but I don’t know where it is.
(At this point the woman comes up behind me and starts complaining again)
Woman: Can’t you just look it up or something? Can’t you just go online and look it up? None of us even have our phones on us, and you have it in stock so you should have to look it up for us.
(After a while of this, my manager and I finally just go out back and look it up, even though we’re not really supposed to. By the time we locate the item and go out to get it for her, she’s already in the aisle with it! We didn’t even get a thanks, she just stormed off again. Not really sure how writing down a number or even writing it down is to much work for something they apparently needed so much…)

Unfiltered Story #146042

, , | Unfiltered | April 5, 2019

I worked for a now out-of-business bookstore chain for a number of years. For a couple of years before we closed we offered free wi-fi in the cafe, which would draw in college students and the gamer crowd. On Saturday evenings we closed at 11, with a closing announcement given at 10:45, 10:55, and again at close.

One particular Saturday we had a large group who were still in the cafe, on their laptops, right through all of the announcements, including a rare 5-after announcement. Nothing anyone said to this group did anything to hasten their exit.

That is, until I had a brainstorm.

Having had to reset the wireless router on more than one occasion, I knew exactly where the switch and plug were located. Stepping into this little resource closet, I got on my walkie and told everyone to keep an eye on the cafe. I counted down from five before pulling the plug and shutting off the power to the router.

Stepping out of our back room, I watched the gamers pack up and finally leave, ten minutes after we had officially closed for the night. With all customers gone and the doors locked, I stepped back into the resource closet, plugged the router back in and hit the power button.

Twenty five minutes later, as the employees left the building we looked over to find the gamers outside, their laptops open and back on our wi-fi signal.

At least they were out of the store for the night and enjoying the fresh air.

With Those Dirty Hands, You’re Only F****** Yourself

, , , , | Right | March 20, 2019

(I bag groceries at a local supermarket. I am taking a bathroom break when I notice a customer walk in, use the urinal, and head straight for the door.)

Me: “Uh, sir, please wash your hands.”

Customer: *looks at me like I’m a moron* “F*** you!”

Me: “Sir, we touch that door handle and then we touch people’s food.”

Customer: *apparently only knows two words* “F*** you!” *walks out the door without washing his hands*

(Sadly, this a common occurrence. We work with food, people; show some decency!)

Unfiltered Story #143679

, , , | Unfiltered | March 15, 2019

A customer has a gas gift card and it fails to work outside at the pump.
Me: Let me see if I can do it inside, how much do you want (on the outside it says $50)
Customer: $20
So I type it in, slide the card, and I get an error, saying no pre-auth. (if the balance is zero is usually says insuff funds, and if there is less than $20 it does a partial approval for the remainder)
Me: The card is not going through, it’s saying it’s not authorized.
Customer: but there is $25 left on there, my mother gives me a gas card every week and I haven’t spent it all yet.
Me: Ok, but there is no way for me to put money on the pump, the register won’t let me.
Customer: Ok I’ll try it outside again, if it doesn’t work you need to call your manager or something this is bullshit.

I’m the only one working, and I know it won’t work because the card for some reason isn’t valid, so I wait for him to get frustrated and come back in.

Customer: Here (throws card at me) call the number on the  back because this is stupid there is $25 on there.

I have my computer so instead of calling the automated line, I just go to the website and type in the number. After I type in the card number it tells me that the balance on the card is $0.00.
Me: It says the balance is $0
Customer: Did you do it right? I’m going to a different station because you look like you just don’t give a F*ck.

and he left in a rage to the station (of the same kind) down the street.

Haggling That Makes No Cents

, , , , | Right | March 13, 2019

(My cousins, my family, and some family friends are having a garage sale. My cousins, age eleven and thirteen, are selling some books for $1 each.)

Customer: *points to brand-new book that they’re selling* “How much is this book?”

Cousin #1: “That would be $1, please.”

Customer: *hands her 25¢*

([Cousin #1] glances at [Cousin #2].)

Cousin #2: “Uh… that’s going to be another 75¢.”

Customer: *grumbles about it being a ripoff and hands her 75¢*

(Long story short, don’t try to scam kids by being cheap and bargain with a book that costs a DOLLAR.)

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