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Branching Out Your Wardrobe

, , , , | Right | December 22, 2025

I work for a well-known UK retailer selling discounted goods; everything from toys to homewares, art supplies to tools.

It’s coming up to Christmas 2024. 

I’m in one of the aisles, restocking some of our Christmas decorations, which have obviously been selling VERY quickly! 

I hear a voice beside me:

Customer: “Scuze me, love? Would you have somewhere I can try this on?”

I’m surprised, as apart from hats and gloves, our store doesn’t sell ANYTHING that could be considered “clothing that needs to be tried on”.

I turn and see a woman in her late 30s holding a decorative skirt for a Christmas tree. It’s bright red and decorated with pictures of holly and candy canes, stuff like that.

Me: “Madam, that’s a tree skirt.”

Customer: “Aye, I know, love. Would ye have somewhere I can try it on?”

I’m not altogether sure if she is winding me up, so I say:

Me: “Madam… that’s a tree. Skirt. It’s a skirt for a Christmas tree.”

Suddenly, she flips:

Customer: “Right, if yer gonna be a d**k about it ye can f*** off!”

She throws the tree skirt into the aisle and storms off, leaving me wondering if I’ve just been pranked.

Shedding Light On Why We Don’t Take Special Orders

, , , , | Right | October 20, 2025

I used to work in an electrical shop. My boss was interested in electric lighting and was quite proud of our lighting section. We were one of the few lighting suppliers in the area, and my boss always tried to keep our prices VERY competitive. The fact that he went to our two suppliers’ annual lighting conferences and knew all the reps and managers by name helped, as they always gave him good prices, which he would try to pass on to our customers. 

[Boss] had a couple of rules about lighting.

The first was that we were NOT allowed to offer discounts on light fittings, because we made virtually NO profit on them, and if we gave a discount, we’d potentially be losing money. The second was that customers were NOT permitted to place custom orders for fittings we didn’t normally stock and couldn’t get from our supplier. The reason for this second rule will become apparent once you read the story below. 

One day, a woman came into our shop looking for a specific light fitting. She wasn’t really sure what she wanted and didn’t feel inspired by anything we had in stock, so she asked [Boss]:

Customer: “Do you have a catalogue I could look at?”

[Boss] was always reluctant to give customers the catalogue, for reasons which will soon become apparent, but he gave it to her and she had a look through it.

Eventually, she came over to speak to [Boss], having made up her mind.

Customer: “I want [VERY specific light fitting].”

She wants one that looks like a ship’s helm.

Boss: “We don’t stock that particular fitting. It will have to be a special order from our supplier.”

Customer: “Order it. It will be perfect in my dining room.”

[Boss] REALLY didn’t want to order it, and he explained to the customer why this was the case; our supplier would have to place a special order for it. Because it was a special order, we would not be able to return it to our supplier if the customer rejected it, so [Customer] had to be ABSOLUTELY CERTAIN that this was what she wanted.

Well, [Customer] PLEADED with [boss] to get him to order the light fitting. She absolutely HAD to have it, because:

Customer: “It will look FANTASTIC in my dining room!”

And so, going against his every instinct, [Boss] phoned the supplier’s rep and told him what he wanted. The rep reminded [Boss] that there was a “no returns” policy on special orders like this one, and [Boss] confirmed that he understood. The rep placed the order, and [Boss] took the customer’s details and a deposit, and told her he’d be in touch when the light fitting arrived. 

Now, let me tell you about this light fitting: it looked exactly like a ship’s helm, as I said, with lights mounted around the rim. It was also huge, according to the catalogue, it was about two metres in diameter (around six feet) and had to hang from a pair of very thick and very heavy chains. As [Boss] and I looked at the pictures in the catalogue, we struggled to imagine this monstrosity having a place anywhere in a private house!

Well, with the order placed, [Boss] told me:

Boss: “I know I’m going to regret it.”

But it was done. The rep told us the special order would take about a week to come from their warehouse, so all we could do now was wait.

Sure enough, a week later, on schedule, the light fitting arrived. The packaging it came in was enormous, and it took some effort for me and [Boss] to bring it into the shop and unpack it, as the thing was so heavy! When we finally got it unpacked, our anxieties about it were confirmed.

It. Was. Absolutely. HIDEOUS!

It looked ridiculous, and [Boss] remarked:

Boss: “There is absolutely NO WAY that [Customer] will accept this.”

He phoned her anyway, and she came in, and he showed her the light fitting. When she saw it, her jaw dropped.

Customer: “Oh! Is that IT?”

[Boss] knew what was coming.

Customer: “I had no idea it would look like that in real life! That’s going to look ridiculous in my dining room!”

[Boss] reminded her that she’d committed to it. He reminded her that she HAD been told that as a special order, she HAD to take it and had even paid a deposit.

Customer: *Protesting.* “But I don’t WANT it!”

She wasn’t exactly coming across as rude, just disappointed. Once again, [Boss] reminded her of the policy, and once again she refused to accept the light fitting.

Customer: “What on earth would I DO with it?”

We had a couple of ideas, but we said nothing. [Customer] refused to pay for the light fitting and asked for her deposit back. This was technically non-refundable, but [Boss] gave her the refund anyway, to placate her and prevent her from BECOMING hostile (like I said, she wasn’t too angry yet).

Disappointed, the customer left our shop, saying she’d go and look for lights elsewhere. [Boss] mounted the light fitting on the ceiling with a price tag at cost price, chiefly so we could get rid of it. The monstrosity hung there for months and was eventually purchased by a local collector with very unusual tastes.

But after that, [Boss] placed a permanent ban on special lighting orders, telling future customers that if it wasn’t something we had in stock, we couldn’t get it. Only once did we break that rule – when my dad wanted particular light fittings for his new sunroom, chose something reasonable looking from the catalogue, paid up front and LOVED how the fittings looked when they were installed. [Boss] told me that he only broke his own rule because it was for my dad.

That Joke Went Over Like An Iceberg To Your Hull

, , , , , , | Working | June 23, 2025

Back in February, my wife and I went to visit my parents for a couple of days. We’d heard that a new chain bookshop had opened in the local shopping centre, and since my wife is a bit of a bookworm, we decided to pay it a visit.

We were looking around, and I burst out laughing. My wife was intrigued, so she came over and asked what was so funny.

Me: *Pointing* “Is that meant to be bookshop humour?”

My wife looked at what I was pointing at and laughed, too. On a shelf was a book called “The Complete Sailing Manual”, which staff had arranged next to a book about the Titanic. My wife agreed that it was probably a weird attempt at bookshop humour.

Garbage In, Garbage Out

, , , , , , | Working | February 12, 2025

Years ago, I had a colleague who hated his job. Any time he got the chance, he’d remind us of that fact. He’d take a phone call, hang up the phone, and go, “I f****** hate this place.” He’d go to a meeting, come back to the office, and say, “I f****** hate this place.” He complained as much as he could, and after a while, we started getting fed up with him.

One afternoon, [Colleague] was sitting at his desk, taking a phone call. He got off the phone, sighed, and said, “I f****** hate this place.”

[Colleague #2] who was sitting next to him turned, looked him in the eyes, and said, “I think you’ll find this place f****** hates you, too!”

I got a good laugh out of that, and [Colleague] stopped complaining. Result!

Never Pick A Fight With An Old Irish Woman, Part 2

, , , , , , | Right | December 8, 2024

Our bookshop has a café built into it. On certain weekday afternoons, we run a coffee hour for members of the retiree community. Most of the attendees are women and it gives them a great opportunity to stretch their legs, get caught up on gossip, etc.

I am checking out another customer, not a local, who is buying an item that comes with a voucher.

Me: “Sir, just to let you know you qualify for a free hot drink in our shop’s café with this purchase.”

Customer: “Hot drink?”

Me: “Yes, like a tea or coffee.”

Customer: “You sell coffee?”

Me: “The café does, right behind you.”

The customer turns around, sees the café, and then turns back to me.

Customer: “What’s with the geriatric convention?”

Me: “It’s… not. It’s just a coffee afternoon for the community. It’s open to all ages.”

Customer: “Do they all smell like wet cabbage?”

Me: “What?!”

Customer: “I heard old people smell like wet cabbage.”

As he is saying this, one of the members of the coffee afternoon, an older lady who buys books from me regularly, has walked over to say hello. She’s caught the tail end of this conversation.

Regular: “Well you look and smell like an ill-designed spice rack!”

Customer: *Surprised at the sudden appearance of a little old lady.* “Don’t be so sour, Granny Smith!”

Regular: “First I’m a cabbage and now I’m an apple?! Make your mind up, you unripe melon!”

Customer: *Not so much storming out as running away.* “I’m not a melon!”

After he’s gone and I’ve tried to process this bizarre fruits and vegetables laden exchange.

Me: “Sorry about that.”

Regular: “Oh, you’re fine, dear. I know that little t*** from when I used to be the lollipop lady* at [local school]. Even back then he was so stupid he could count his balls three times and get three different numbers.”

Related:
Never Pick A Fight With An Old Irish Woman

 

*School Traffic Warden