Unfiltered Story #158303

, , | Unfiltered | July 16, 2019

*I’m working at a popular paint store, helping out a large group of regular commercial customers who work in a family business. I grab two boxes of caulk and carry them to their trucks*

Customer 1: Come on man, can’t you carry more than two boxes?
Customer 2: Yeah, [ female manager of my store] can take five caulks at once!

*I head back inside.*

Me: Man, those guys with [ paint company] are assholes.
Manager: Why what did they say?
Me: I don’t think you want to hear it.
Manager: Tell me.

*I tell my manager, who immediately turns red. She rushes out the door and I hear her yelling, but can’t make out what she’s saying. She comes back in minutes later, still fuming. Thirty seconds later two of the older customers from the group come in, dragging the two who made the jokes.*

Customer 3: Our sons have something to say to you.

*The sons apologize, and my manager warns them not to let it happen again. The customers all leave.*

Me: Damn, what did you say to them?
Manager: I told them that they can act like professionals and treat me with respect or find a new place to shop. You can’t let customers treat you like that.

Not Painting A Pretty Picture Of Himself

| Right | May 16, 2013

(Note: I am female.)

Me: “Hi there! Is there anything I can give you a hand with?”

Customer: “Yes, can I speak with your boss?”

(He points to my coworker, who is a middle-aged gentleman. He has worked here longer than me, but he is not my boss. My coworker hears the customer, comes over, and pats my shoulder.)

Coworker: “She’s the boss.”

(The customer is suddenly outraged.)

Customer: “How dare you! A woman in a hardware store! This blonde b**** probably doesn’t even know the first thing about paint!I want to talk to a man about man stuff!”

Coworker: “Actually, she used to paint houses professionally before she went to college, and has more experience than anyone in this store when it comes to color theory and technique. She’s also assisted in completely gutting three houses and rebuilding them. That’s more than I could say I, or most of the men in this store, have done themselves.”

Customer:Lies! Girls don’t f****** know anything about this s***! You’re a f****** liar!” *storms off*

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Customers Providing Change For A Change

| Right | February 26, 2013

(I have seen only one customer all day: a regular contractor who normally goes to another location.)

Me: “Hey! What do you need?”

Contractor: “Just a roller sleeve; am I the first you’ve had all day?”

Coworker: “Well, with the roller you’re buying, so far we’ve made $13.79 today.”

Contractor: *throws a $50 bill on the counter* “Wow. Use the change to buy some magazines and snacks so you aren’t just sitting here anymore.”

Me: “Thank you! Oh, wow! You should keep this, but thank you so much. I’m dying of boredom!”

(Five years later, all I remember about that job was how awful my boss was, and how nice the contractor was every time he came in, no matter what was happening or how long it took to get his paint. He was always wanting the employees to be happy, and whenever he walked in we were.)

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Time To Start Screening The Tourists

| Right | September 12, 2012

(Every year, my town hosts Sundance, which tends to bring some strange people along with it. I am the only one working in a very small paint store, right before close. A customer comes in and proceeds to look around the store for about 15 minutes.)

Me: “I am sorry, sir. We are getting ready to close. Can I help you find something?”

Customer: “I am looking for stuff to make a pipe.”

Me: “Well, sir, we do have some stuff to fix plumbing pipes.”

Customer: “No! I need to make a pipe to smoke out of.”

Me: “Uh, we really don’t have anything like that.”

Customer: “What the h*** kind of hardware store is this?!”

Me: “…A paint store?”

Customer: “Oh… then, can I buy some spray paint to get high on?”

Me: “No, sir. That is illegal.”

Customer: “Even during Sundance?”

Me: “Especially during Sundance!”

Customer: “Buzzkill!” *walks out*

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