Unfiltered Story #135454

, , | Unfiltered | January 6, 2019

I’m a cashier at a national big box home improvement store. Seeing as how said store never has enough associates in the aisles, customers often come to me with questions. A customer approached me and said that he needed 14 inch blades for his reciprocating saw. I explain that I can’t leave my register, but I’d be happy to call a hardware associate. As I’m calling for assistance, the customer proceeds to walk to the other end of the store. After some time, he comes back to me and says “hey, did you call the guy?”. I reply “Yes, five minutes ago when you asked me to call him”. This was greeted with much swearing, and him accusing me of “being rude”.

The IT Guy Went Above And Beyond

, , , , , , | Working | January 4, 2019

A coworker was getting married, so everyone in the office pitched in to get gift cards for him and his new wife. As the big day approached, I gave the money we had collected to the coworkers’ boss, an IT guy with his head in the clouds, with clear instructions to buy gift cards to Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

We took the coworker out for drinks a few days before his wedding and presented him with his gift. I couldn’t understand a puzzled look on his face until I realized that his boss had gotten him $200 worth of gift cards to Bath and Body Works.

Close… but so far away.

Why Store Credit Will Always Feel Like A Deficit

, , , , | Right | January 3, 2019

(A gentleman comes in and wanders around. He is muttering to himself about “junk junk junk,” or something to that effect. Finally, he approaches the counter and I meet him there.)

Customer: “I need to return this, please.”

Me: “For sure. Do you have a receipt?”

Customer: “Yeah, right here.”

(I begin processing his return.)

Me: “As per store policy, I will be able to give you $27 in store credit. Is there anything you’d like to purchase with it today?”

Customer: “Wait, what? I want cash.”

Me: “I’m terribly sorry, but store policy is that all returns are for store credit.”

Customer: “Nobody told me that.”

Me: “It’s on a big sign right here.” *points in front of register* “And on the wall by my head here, and on the bottom of the receipt.”

Customer: “Well, I didn’t know. I wish I’d known.”

Me: “We can put the money on your account if there’s nothing you’d like today, and you can use it any time to make a purchase.”

Customer: “Ugh, no. I don’t need any of this junk.”

Me: “Well… perhaps shopping for a gift for someone else, then?”

Customer: “I never give gifts.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. I’m not sure what else I can offer.”

Customer: “I just wish I had known. I’ll just take the credit.”

Me: “Very good, sir. Here’s your receipt. I’m sorry this item didn’t work out for you.”

Customer: “Whatever. You should tell people they can’t return anything when they buy your junk. Just a friendly piece of advice.”

Me: “I… Noted?”

Frugal Shoppers Are Warriors Of Amazon

, , , , | Right | January 2, 2019

(Our store is a home decor boutique in an extremely wealthy neighborhood, and tends to be very pricey. I definitely can’t afford any of the things we sell, even with my discount. But even some of the wealthier clients complain sometimes about the cost. A customer comes in wearing a fur coat that looks real, and carrying a Prada bag. She’s been taking photos with her latest-gen iPhone.)

Me: “Anything you have questions on? Are you looking for a gift, or to decorate a space?”

Customer: “No, thanks. I’m hosting a big dinner later so I’m just taking some pictures.”

Me: “Okay, well, let me know. I’m a deft hand at centerpieces and vignettes.”

Customer: “Oh, don’t bother. I’m just going to find them on Amazon later.”

(I get the impulse to save, but how rude can you be?)

About To Be NewlyDead

, , , , | Romantic | January 1, 2019

(After dating a year and a half, my fiancé and I are planning our wedding, or rather I am. My husband mentions he wants to hire some of his friends who run a photography and DJ business. Other than that, he generally says, “Whatever you want, dear.” All my efforts to get him more involved with any other aspects come to naught. I ask him to contact his friend while I do all the other bits. As the wedding date comes closer, I realize he hasn’t contacted his friends; he’d expected me to do that, as well, since I was the one “planning everything.” I freak out a little because it is so close to the wedding and his friends are now booked up. I scramble to find replacements for the photographer and DJ. At this point my husband-to-be catches on to how stressful the planning has been, and the following conversation occurs.)

Fiancé: “You are really stressing out over this, aren’t you? You know you don’t have to do it all on your own.”

(I feel the ball of stress that has been sitting in my chest for the last few weeks loosening a little bit.)

Me: “Thank you, I—“

Fiancé: *continuing his thought* “Just ask my mom for whatever help you need!”

(So close, yet so spectacularly missing the point.)

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