Blame Canada! Part 8

, , , , , , | Right | March 6, 2018

(I work at a clothing store in Canada that’s fairly popular in the USA, too. We get a fair amount of American customers, as well. Each country has a different version of the website and different sales. One afternoon, two women approach me at the cash with their shopping and I quickly begin ringing them up.)

Customer #1: “Oh! Those jeans aren’t the right price.”

Me: “Oh, that’s no good. Did the sale sign in the section say something different?” *thinking it’s a signing error*

Customer #2: “No, no, it’s the website price that’s different.”

(She then pulls out her phone to show me the website. I can see from the web address that she’s looking at the American website.)

Me: “Miss, that’s the wrong website; also, we don’t price match to our web prices.”

Customer #1: “What do you mean? We’re at the [Store] website!”

Me: “Miss, you’re in Canada, and even if you were using the Canadian website, I still can’t price match the jeans to that price. If you want the jeans at that price, you’ll have to buy them in the States.”

Customer #2: “But we’re American! I want to pay the American prices with American money!”

Me: “Then, please, go back to the States and purchase the jeans there. While you’re in Canada, you have to pay the Canadian prices. I’m sorry.”

(They left in a huff and I thankfully didn’t see them for the rest of my shift.)

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When God Takes Out The Trash, You’ll Be First

, , , | Friendly | December 1, 2017

(I am a professional photographer. I am photographing a wedding at a large local basilica, located in the downtown area of my city, waiting on the front steps for the bride to arrive. Some of the guests are already arriving. As one goes to head in, a person walking on the street walks up to the guests.)

Stranger: “Hey, do you think you could help me?”

Guest: “Sure thing. Is everything all right?”

Stranger: “Yeah, go see if your god has a trash can.”

(The random guy shoves an empty coffee cup into the guest’s hands, then walks away.)

Guest: “Um… okay?”

(I felt so bad for the guest that I took the cup to a trash can inside for him. I am not religious myself, but I was still very peeved at the random guy. Have some respect!)

Unfiltered Story #93709

, , , | Unfiltered | September 15, 2017

At a toy store. We have an electronic section for video games, systems, headphones, and musical instruments for beginners. So we have a protection plan to cover those items in case if anything happens. As a Sales Associate I had to tell customers if their products qualify for it, and if they would like it, for an additional price. It was near the end of the night, we close at 9, it was about 7:30ish. We usually have one or two customers in this late. So I was the only cashier up at the time, the other one was on break and mine was going to happen when she came back to cover for me.

Customer #1: *walks up places items down*
Me: Hi, how are ya today? *rings a plushie through*
Customer #1: Fine thanks, how are you? *4 other sets of people come up to line up*
Customer #2 (behind #1): Only one cashier? They need to hire more people.
Me: *rings in an electronic toy car* Doing well thanks. And just so you know this car here qualifies for our warranty here. It’ll cover any damages-
Customer #1: NO *he cut me off*
Me: Okay, *little shaken up little tears coming out, but rings other items through*. And would you like to-
Customer #1: I SAID NO.
Me: *goes to customer service to grab a tissue bc i started crying. My other cashier co worker came out then and went on. One of my managers grabbed me and brought me to one of their offices*
Manager: You okay? [other manager name] is on cash for you. Go take your break. Take an extra 5 minutes. And calm down.

Licking These Cakes Into Shape

, , , , , | Working | September 12, 2017

My mother and soon-to-be step-father were getting married, and we were all out looking for a cake. We asked around and tried to find the best place to buy one, and wound up in a rather nice neighborhood at a fancy bakery.

We walked in and oohed and ahhed at all the good-looking cakes, and went to get ours custom-made.

As my parents ordered the cake, I wandered around until I reached a door in the back and looked through its window. Inside was the kitchen, and two men were baking. As I watched, one started to apply some icing, and when he ran out, he ran his fingers down and then LICKED the tool! Then, without washing it, he started putting more on.

Horrified, I went back to my parents and told them what happened. We quickly canceled the order, left, and didn’t go back.

One More Light Out For Feminism

, , , | Right | August 30, 2017

A caller had no Internet service. She had a big power outage and her modem wasn’t getting any power. She said she needed Internet ASAP because she was a doctor and needed it for her “practice.”

To determine whether a breaker jumped or if it was our modem that was fried, I asked her to plug in a lamp or anything else to the plug to see if it lights up. Pretty straight forward, I thought. To which she replied, and I quote, “I’m just a woman. I can’t be expected to know how to do this. Just send a tech.”

Seeing as how feminism had just taken it on the chin by one of their own, I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from replying, “Okay, I’ll send a big strong man to fix that right up for you. Just have a sandwich waiting for him when he gets there.”

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