Vitamin “Ewww”

, , , , , , | Healthy | June 27, 2019

(I am working in the beauty and health section when a woman comes up asking for vitamin E oil. I take her over there before I begin my safety speech.)

Me: “Just so you know, despite this being in the vitamin section and a liquid, you do not ingest it. This is for topical use only.”

Customer: “I know, dear. I need it for my hand. Look.”

(She proceeds to show me her hand where, not only can I see bone exposed, but her thumb is literally hanging almost detached from the hand.)

Me: “I’m not sure if this will work on that. Have you seen a dermatologist yet?”

Customer: “No, not yet, but I need something to help heal my skin up, and I heard this should help. Thank you.”

(I’m not sure how she was not more alarmed by the state of her hand but I made sure to wash my hands after, just in case it was some sort of virus.)

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Defies Every Prints-iple

, , , , , | Right | June 24, 2019

(A woman comes in, looks around for a few minutes, and then comes up to the register with a printer she clearly didn’t have before.)

Coworker: *over the radio* “Stall her. I’m coming up to the front after checking the printer stock.”

Me: “Hi, how can I help you?”

Customer: “I want to return this printer. It doesn’t work with my computer.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Customer: “I mean the d*** thing doesn’t work! The cable doesn’t fit!”

(This printer, like most sold today, doesn’t even come with the cable. My coworker has noticed a missing printer from our display and is on the way up front.)

Me: “Are you talking about the USB cable? The universal printer cable that should work with all printers?”

Customer: “Don’t sass me! I want my store credit!”

Me: “Ma’am, the printer hasn’t even been opened yet.”

Customer: “Well, f*** you if you don’t think I could retape it!”

Me: “It’s the same tape as it was first boxed with. Not to mention you didn’t know about the USB cable, which is both not included with this printer, and standard for every printer and computer for years.”

Customer: “GIVE ME MY F****** MONEY!”

(She took a swing at me and was immediately restrained by my coworker, who she looked to outweigh by about fifty pounds. The police soon arrived and dragged the customer out the door kicking and screaming.)

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The Travel Section Has Travelled

, , , , , | Right | June 19, 2019

(Every single day, I have someone ask where the travel aisle is since it used to be in my department but was moved a while ago.)

Customer: “Excuse me, but where is your travel section? I was just here not that long ago and it’s gone.”

Me: “If you want to follow me, I can show you. It’s been over in this new location for about eight months or so.”

Customer: “No, it hasn’t.”

Me: “It actually might have been longer. Before I worked here, I stopped to pick up some stuff for a trip and it was over there, and that was in June.”

(It’s January.)

Customer: “Nope. It was over here just last week.”

(Whatever, lady. I swear old people need to argue once a day to keep themselves alive.)

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How To Trans-cend Hate

, , , , , , , | Right | May 27, 2019

(I am at an Army National Guard Field Band concert, and after the show, we get to talk to some of the band members. As I am there with my band friends who all play flute with me, we go to find the man who plays the flute in the band, since he was very energetic on stage. We get to take pictures with him, and eventually, we start talking about our futures.)

Flute Player: “When I get out of the army, I’m going to dye my hair that color.” *points to my blue hair*

Me: “I wish I could join the army, but I can’t.”

Flute Player: “Sure, you can; anyone can.”

Me: “No… I can’t. I’m trans.”

Flute Player: “Oh… See, that’s why I’m fighting. I’m fighting so that every American has the freedom to live their lives as they want. When I joined, it was under the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell agreement, and when I learned the union was going to lift it, I got scared. Every day I see people who are in the army and have to re-hide themselves since they aren’t allowed to be who they are. But that is why I joined. I joined so that people like us can be just as free as the people that aren’t us.”

(His little speech made one of my friends cry, and all of my friends that were there surrounded her in a group hug. After that, I no longer felt sad about the fact that I can’t join the military; knowing that there are people like him makes me feel safe. Maybe one day I will be able to join. I made sure to thank him, and I gave him the best handshake I could with my small hands.)

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Unfiltered Story #150943

, , , | Unfiltered | May 14, 2019

(I work in a small ice cream shop. It’s about 10 minutes from closing when a car pulls into our lot, doesn’t even park in a spot, but just stops the car in the middle of the lot. The customer walks up to the window)
Female Coworker: Hello! What can I get for you?
Customer: I need 6 large [ice cream flavor]
Female Coworker: Sure! That’ll be [price].
Customer: *hands money over* Oh, and make sure to wear gloves when making my cones. I don’t want your dirty dark skin touching my cones.
(My female coworker is Caucasian, but has a tan that makes her seem darker. She asks a male coworker and I to make the cones, because she doesn’t want to deal with the customer. We use napkins to grab the cones, which we do anyway, and give them to the customer, after receiving all 6, they get angry)
Customer: You didn’t wear gloves while making my cones! I demand new ones!*throws the cones in the garbage can*
(Male Coworker and I are also Caucasian and have no tans, but we make her new ones anyways. This time with gloves)
Customer: Im never getting my ice cream here again! The service was horrible!
(The customer walks to their car with the cones)
Male Coworker: I hope she drops her cone. Im not making her a new one.
(As if on cue, she drops one of her cones. She comes back up to the window and demands another cone and a refund, but we refuse and close the window so we cannot hear her. She pounds on the window till we open it and say we will call the cops if she doesn’t leave.)