A Garbage Excuse

, , , , , , | Friendly | March 16, 2019

(A guy on the bus throws some garbage on the ground.)

Me: “Do you really need to do that?”

Guy: “Huh?”

Me: “Throw your garbage on the ground? It’s really inconsiderate.”

Guy: “It might be inconsiderate, but think of it this way: if nobody did it, there would be no jobs.”

Me: “That’s really not true… like, really not true.”

Guy: “It might not be true, but you can see where I’m coming from.”

Me: “I really can’t. It’s just plain rude.”

Guy: “Okay, sorry about that.”

(He still didn’t pick it up, and he kept apologizing the rest of the time he was on the bus. He didn’t even use the thing he was unwrapping; he just threw it back in his bag!)

Taking Stock Of All Your Crazy Customers

, , , , , | Right | December 19, 2018

(Once a year, we close for a day to do a complete inventory. About three hours in, someone begins shouting excitedly near the front of the store.)

Customer: “Hello! Hello! Is anyone going to serve me?”

Me: “Um, hi. We’re closed today.”

Customer: “What do you mean, closed? I need to buy these things!”

(Sure enough, he has a pile of products — which completely throws off a few counts — at an unmanned register.)

Me: “Yeah, I’m sorry, sir, but I can’t help you. We’re closed today for stocktaking.”

Customer: “I don’t care about that; just check me out so I can go!”

Me: “I can’t. We have no cashiers today, or tills, for that matter. We posted signs and locked the doors. How did you get in?”

Customer: “Nobody would let me in, so I had to come in through the garage.”

(The mechanics had left the garage doors open by less than a meter for ventilation. He would have had to crawl under the door and go through the mechanics’ lounge into the warehouse, to eventually wander onto the sales floor. Quite the detour.)

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. You can’t buy anything today. Let me unlock the door so you can leave.”

(He got rather heated at this point, screaming and threatening, until enough people came to herd him out. He yelled and pounded on the doors for a while until a passing police car stopped to chase him away.)

Unfiltered Story #132987

, , | Unfiltered | December 16, 2018

(Working he express lane at a grocery store which also has a tendency to be where people do the most returns)

Customer: Hi I’d like to return these but get new ones in replacement.

Me: Alright, so you would like to do an exchange?

Customer: Yes, I suppose. But I also want to buy these things.

*do the exchange and hand the receipt to the customer who has also bought new product*

Customer: Why did that cost me money.

Me: Well, we did the exchange which voided out the total of your two products but then you bought additional groceries.

Customer: I don’t understand why I would have to pay for this if I’m just exchanging product.

*After a lot of back and forth of me explaining to her that groceries cost money*

Me: so you see, you aren’t paying for the products you exchanged but you do have to pay for the new products you are getting today.

Customer: This is a scam, you are trying to rip me off. I will email home office and you will be hearing from me!

Used Bookstores Need To Get Used To This

, , , , | Right | December 7, 2018

(I work at a secondhand bookstore, and it is obvious that we do not sell brand-new or never-even-opened books. And yet…)

Customer: *holds up a small stack of books* “Are these books new?”

Me: “No, sir, they’re used.”

Customer: *shuffles through his pile and holds up a book that was released quite recently* “But this one’s new.”

Me: “Yes and no. It’s secondhand.”

Customer: “But it is new.” *waves it in front of my face*

Me: *backing up slightly* “It might be a recently-released book, but it’s still secondhand.”

Customer: “Where are your other new books? I want brand new. Never been owned by someone.”

Me: “We’re a secondhand bookstore, sir. They’re all used.”

Customer: “Where are your new books?”

Me: *sigh* “We don’t have any kinds of books like that, sir. They’ve all been owned by someone else at some point.”

Customer: “What kind of bookstore are you?”

Me: “A used one, sir.”

(Wash. Rinse. Repeat.)

Volunteering Some Candid Advice

, , , , | Working | December 4, 2018

(My family is preparing for a party and needs some groceries from the nearby store. Outside there are volunteers out fundraising for a local charity. I often volunteer and like to take time talking to other people volunteering, but I am in a major rush today, so I walk past them. I think it is fine; they don’t say anything. On the way out, I bring my buggy to my car to drop off some heavier items, unload them, and then go to bring my buggy back to the corral next to the store. I am a young adult woman, and the volunteer in question is a much older man.)

Volunteer: “Hi there! Would you be interested in talking about [Charity]?”

Me: “I’m very sorry, but I’m actually in a big rush today. Good luck!”

Volunteer: *trying to block me and push flyer at me* “But it will only take a minute. I’m sure you have time.”

(I get around the volunteer, but he keeps following me, making me rather uncomfortable.)

Me: “I’m sorry, but I really have to—”

Volunteer: “Oh, come on. It’ll only take a minute.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. No!”

(I finally get to my car door and manage to pull around him to leave the parking lot. A few more hours into party prep, my family finds out we need one last thing from the store. I am dreading going back. Lo and behold, the volunteers are still there, including the older man.)

Volunteer: “Aww! You’re back! I bet you missed me, didn’t you?” *winks at me*

(I have had enough. Not only does he seem desperate, but he’s being creepy, too. I let him have it in front of everyone.)

Me: “No, sir, I didn’t miss you. And a word of advice: young girls do not like it when creepy, strange, old men follow them to their cars!”

(The man looked quite sheepish, and all the other volunteers avoided me when I left. I felt a bit bad, but what a creep!)

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