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When Customers Attack

, , , | Right | September 2, 2008

(A lady comes up to me with a cart.)

Lady: “Where’s the toilet paper that’s on sale?”

Me: “It should be in aisle 18.”

(We’re looking for the toilet paper when another man comes up and stands quietly nearby, clearly waiting for me to help him. The lady turns to the man and RAMS him with her cart.)

Lady: “Stay back, f***er! She’s helping me first!”

Man: “Excuse me? I was just waiting to ask where the cereal is–”

Lady: *rams cart into him again* “F*** OFF!”

(Surprisingly, the man did not retaliate and I waved him off to the appropriate aisle.)


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Ah, Fathers, Part 3

, , , , | Right | August 3, 2008

(I worked at a store that cashes people’s personal cheques. A young, 17-ish boy approaches me.)

Me: “Hello, how can I help you?”

Customer: “I need to cash this cheque, please.” *hands over information*

Me: “Okay, everything looks good. Can I have the cheque, please?”

Customer: “Sure.”

(I scan the cheque through and an account pops up. It had been used before only two hours previous at another one of our stores not far from my location.)

Me: “Just give me a moment. I need to go to the back to verify your cheque, and I’ll be back with your money.”

Customer: “Okay.”

(I go to the back of the store and call the number on the cheque. An older gentleman who I believe to be the customer’s father answers the phone.)

Customer’s Father: “Hello?”

Me: “Hello, sir. I believe your son is here with a cheque that you gave him and that he is wanting it to be cashed. I just wanted to make sure this was correct as we have cashed one already today for the same amount.”

Customer’s Father: *calmly* “What’s your address?”

Me: “It’s [address].”

Customer’s Father: “I’ll be down there in a few minutes. I don’t live far… Just don’t let my son leave.”

(I head back to the front to talk to the young customer.)

Me: “Hey, sorry this is taking so long…”

Customer: *explodes* “WHATEVER! You’re taking forever! This is my dad’s g**d**n cheque and it’s good! Why are you taking so long?! He has lots of money and he gave this to me to cash so that I could have the money!” *rants*

(As he is ranting, a large man about the size of Vin Diesel comes in the store. The look on his face is sheer anger. He just stands there in the lobby as his son reams me out.)

Me: *to customer* “Why don’t you ask your father?”

Customer’s Father: “YOU LITTLE B*****D!”

(I have never seen a boy try to run so fast out the door in my life. He only makes it to the parking lot outside the store before his father nabs him. Let’s just say his buttocks learned the value of a dollar.)

Related:
Ah, Fathers, Part 2
Ah, Fathers


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Speed Bumps With Name Tags

, , , , | Right | July 30, 2008

(I’m picking up overstock on the floor, and an elderly lady hits my heel with her shopping cart.)

Me: “Ow!”

(The elderly lady proceeds to RAM the shopping cart into my foot until she succeeds in rolling over it completely.)

Me: “OWW! OWWWWW!”

Elderly Lady: “Hmmm? Ehhh? Did I bump ya?”

Me: “You rammed right over my foot!”

Elderly Lady: “Well, it shouldn’t be on the floor.”

Me: “…I’m going on my break.”

(Turned out she bruised a bone in my foot and tore a ligament by ramming into it.)


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Geez, I Wonder How It Broke

, , , | Right | April 26, 2008

(A man walks up to the repair counter and puts a computer on the counter.)

Man: “I need to get this fixed.”

Me: “Okay, if you can just start by filling out these forms, I’ll plug in the unit in and see what’s up.”

Man: “It just doesn’t turn on at all anymore.”

(I can’t help but notice that the bay of connectors on the system appears to have been KICKED in. My coworker notices this and silently laughs.)

Me: “Sir, I’m afraid that the system is physically damaged, and our warranties don’t cover this. I can price up a non-warranty repair if you like, but it’s likely to be pricey because the logic board appears to have been, er, cracked.”

Man: “WHAT?! What in the f*** are you talking about?”

Me: “As you can see, there is a large dent in the back of the unit, and it has damaged the logic board.”

Man: “Well, I didn’t f****** do that; it must’ve happened in the f****** car! I had to stop hard and it slid off the f****** seat.”

Coworker: “Actually, sir, it seems as if it was damaged by impacts, such as by a boot or a hammer. Regardless, even if that were the case and it did happen in the car, it’s still non-covered physical damage.”

Man: “That’s f****** bulls***! It didn’t work before that happened in the f****** car like I’m telling you it did, so you need to fix it!”

Me: “I’m afraid that any type of physical damage voids your warranty.”

Man: “So what the f*** are you telling me?!”

Coworker: “Well, we could fix it, but it’s likely more cost-effective to buy a new system.”

(The man, showing clear anger-management issues, which we assume is what happened, shoves the computer over, causing it to slam down and the side to break.)

Man: “SO WHAT DID I BUY A F****** WARRANTY FOR?!”

Coworker: “Well, sir, as we said, physical damage isn’t covered by the warranty… and now we have the cause of physical damage on the camera, too.”

Man: “Oh, f*** this s***, and f*** all of you.”

(The man picks up the computer and walks over to the customer service counter, slamming it down on that counter, causing more damage. He demands to speak to a manager, who told him the same thing we did.)

Man: *suddenly shouting* “F*** this f****** place to f****** h***. I’m gonna f****** sue the f*** outta y’all!”

(The man stormed out, leaving his computer at the counter.)


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Why The Customer Isn’t Always Right

, , , , , | Right | March 21, 2008

(I was working at an unusually small location for an otherwise large pet store chain. Because of our size, we needed to store large heavy items like aquariums on the top shelves. On this particular night, we were shorthanded and I was one of only two people working.)

Customer: “I need a 55-gallon aquarium.”

Me: “Just a moment, I will need to call my coworker back here to help me get it down.”

Customer: “Okay, well, I’m in a hurry.”

(At this point, I call my coworker, and he says he will be back as soon as he has cleared the line that has formed at his register.)

Me: “It will be just a few minutes before he can come back and help me.”

Customer: “I’m in a hurry; I really need it now!”

Me: “I’m very sorry, but that is a heavy item, and I will not be able to get it down on my own.”

Customer: “Like h*** you won’t! I said get it for me now! The customer is always right!”

(This repeats for several minutes before I finally decide I’ve had enough. I go get a ladder and attempt to get the aquarium down. Predictably, I cannot hold it, and the thing falls and shatters to pieces all over the floor. The guy stands there dumbfounded, not quite understanding what just happened.)

Me: “As you said, the customer is always right! There you are sir, enjoy your new aquarium.”


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