She Only Likes Servers The Same Color As Her Milk

, , , , | Right | July 10, 2020

It is my second week at a new job at a coffee shop, and a woman who is a regular comes in. It is my first time serving her.

Lady: “Hi, I’d like my coffee light and sweet. No cream. I want whole milk. I repeat, no cream. Don’t let that Asian girl make it. I want you to make it.”

The Asian girl is my shift leader. I give the customer her total and then she pays and I proceed to make her coffee.

Me: “Okay, let me get that for you.”

As I’m making it, the “Asian Girl” goes into the back. She luckily hasn’t heard the remark from the customer.

Lady: “Thank God. That girl almost killed me. Twice. I’m highly allergic to cream. I told her milk and received cream and had an allergic reaction and went to the hospital.”

Me: “Oh, wow, that’s horrible. Glad you are okay.”

Lady: “Yeah, and I came back another time while she was working and asked specifically for milk again, and she made me another coffee with cream and I went to the hospital again. I came back a few days later and complained to your manager and he gave me this.”

She shows me her 10% off coupon that she uses each time she is there.

Lady: “That’s all I got in return. I never want to have her make my coffee again. With all of the mistakes she makes and almost killing me, why hasn’t she been fired yet?”

Me: “Actually, just before I started working here, she was promoted to shift leader. She’s in charge of me.”

Lady:What?! That’s horrible! I can’t believe they would give her a promotion! Ugh!”

She sips her coffee.

Lady: “Well, you did a good job and you gave me milk and not cream! Thank you, and good luck working for the psycho!”

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Unfiltered Story #199987

, , | Unfiltered | July 9, 2020

(I’m working in a family owned store on the board walk that sells the basics; T-shirts, balls, sunscreen. However, unlike our rivals, we don’t sell anything promoting marijuana. A guy who looks stoned walks up with a T-Shirt that has a picture of a cartoon tree on it.)
Stoned Guy: Is that a pot tree? I want a pot shirt.
Me: Sorry, we don’t sell anything in relation to drugs.
Stoned Guy: Oh. *pulls bong out of backpack* Can you fix this? Some of it fell apart.
(He holds up a part for it I don’t understand since I’ve never seen a bong in real life and don’t associate with drugs.)
Me: We can’t fix, uh, bongs either.
(Im starting to feel uncomfortable around this high guy)
Stoned Guy: Listen man, you either sell me a pot shirt or fix my smoker or I’ll stay here!
Me: Sir, we can NOT do any of those things.
(Abruptly, he starts raising heck.)
Stoned Guy: Aargh! *knocks a rack of sunglasses over* I’ll sue!
(He stumbles away, leaving me shocked, but luckily a cop on a motorcycle catches him and arrests him for, surprise, possession.)

Unfiltered Story #199977

, , | Unfiltered | July 9, 2020

(I volunteer at the local library to help host a children’s story-hour. One of the librarians is extremely surly, though she typically keeps it down to grumbling and dark looks. I recently had to take a second job as a cashier at our local grocery store, and I found out this lady is a regular there, but she is much freer with her anger, frequently berating cashiers and stockers about things not being the way she wants them to be, especially if items are put out for sale. As a final note, I have shoulder length hair that I typically wear up in a bun while working at the store, but I leave down elsewhere.)

Lady: *slams her groceries down on the belt* You people need to learn how to organize. You have trash all over, and you keep moving the things I want. And the milk I bought last week tasted funny…

Me: *smiling, as I reach up and pull my hair out of its bun, allowing it to fall down around my shoulders* Hello, Ms. [Lady], how are you doing today?

Lady: *silence*

(She stared at me for a minute, before quietly finishing her purchases and leaving. After that, she went out of her way to avoid me, even though she was still rude to several of my co-workers. I was very glad when she retired a few months ago.)

Unfiltered Story #199893

, , | Unfiltered | July 4, 2020

I work at a local grocery store in an upper middle class town, so you see plenty of picky, and straight up strange customers. I ended up lucking out and getting a wierd one. I always like to small talk with customers, and the conversation quickly gets awkward.

Customer: Whats your favorite kind of music?

Me: I always loved rock and roll, maybe because my mom used to be a music manager (She worked at Sony for a while).

Customer: Music Manager huh? *begins scribbling down something on a piece of paper* Is your mom single?

Me: Nope, shes happily married with two kids.

Customer: Well at least let her know that Im interested. *hands me the slip of paper that has his name and number on it*

Me: Umm sure I’ll do that.

Customer: Ask her about what she thinks about Bob Dylan winning a nobel prize. If she thinks that he shouldnt have gotten it, then its clear that we’re meant for each other.

Me: Im not sure what she thinks, I haven’t asked.

Customer: Oh, well have a good day *looks disappointed*

Me: *Throws out the piece of paper he gave me immediately after he left*

Wordless Parenting

, , , , | Right | July 1, 2020

I’m shopping in a discount store when a little boy about three years old runs past me screaming. He starts circling the racks of clothes shouting nonsense words while his mother, who is about three racks away, lazily calls for him to stop once or twice.

After a while, I am at the cash register, and as I am waiting for my credit card to go through, the cashier starts looking towards the door, which I can’t see because of the other cash register.

The cashier turns to two ladies by the door.

Cashier: “Excuse me, does he belong to you?”

The two ladies look and say no. Suddenly, the cashier takes off from behind the counter and out of the store. She comes back in holding the hand of the little boy who was running around earlier. 

Cashier: “Sweetie, you can’t go outside without your mommy or daddy. You could get hurt! Do you know where your mommy or daddy are?”

The child’s mother then comes walking casually along the aisle towards the door, as if nothing had happened. When the child sees her, he again starts screaming and tries to take off through the door. The mother takes his hand from the cashier and leads him out of the store without a word. The cashier comes back to the register.

Cashier: “I’m so sorry about that. Here’s your receipt.”

Me: “Are you kidding? You shouldn’t be apologizing to me; that mother should have been apologizing to you! Good for you.”

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