There’s Already A Big Baby In The Room

, , , , , | Right | January 23, 2020

I work as a photo lab tech in a big box store. As I’m doing the morning’s setup and prep for the day, an older man comes in to print his pictures. As I’m helping him, we begin chatting. He asks normal questions, like, “How are you?”, “Nice weather we’re having,” etc.

Eventually, the questions start to become a bit more personal. “Are you married?”, “How long have you been married?”, “Have any kids?” I answer them, as they’re still normal chit-chat questions. “Yes, I’m married,” “We’ve been married seven years,” “No, we don’t have kids.”

Apparently, he doesn’t like that my husband and I don’t have kids, because his next question is, “Why not?” As this is a bit of a sore subject for me, I answer with my normal, “It just hasn’t happened yet.” This guy is not happy with this. He keeps asking, “Why?” Finally sick of this guy, I tell him the truth, hoping it will shut him up. “Because both my husband and I have medical issues that will not allow us to make babies.”

This guy, I kid you not, looks at my face, looks at my bust, looks at my pelvis, looks back at my bust, looks back at my pelvis, and then looks at the computer that is printing his pictures. “You should have babies.”

I glare at him and silently give him his pictures.

He is back two days later to print more pictures. He doesn’t recognize me.

The Holy Yo-yo

, , , , , | Right | January 22, 2020

(I overheard this in a toy store.)

Woman: “I don’t care if it’s solid gold and autographed by Jesus; no yoyo is worth thirty dollars!”

Unfiltered Story #183938

, , | Unfiltered | January 22, 2020

(I work in a VERY high end children’s clothing store. When we do mark downs, we are supposed to place the sticker on the bottom left, as to not cover the original price. One day a woman comes up to me with a sticker that was misplaced, covering the dollar sign and first number of the price.)
Condescending Woman:Is this $6.00?
Me: No, ma’am, it’s $27.99. The white sticker is the markdown price.
CW: *smugly* well, what’s this for then? (Pointing to the 6.00 with no dollar sign next to it)
Me: that’s part of the original price. The sticker is covering up an 8. It was originally $86.00
CW: *rolls her eyes, gives me the dirtiest look, and walks out. *
(Not sure why she thought in a store like ours that something would be $6.00 or why we’d try to trick have with a highe price sticker. Most of our customers are great, though some have holier Than thou attitudes or try to get things cheaper)

Unfiltered Story #183936

, | Unfiltered | January 22, 2020

(At the time this story takes place, our store has been incredibly busy for about a week for no real reason. We’re stocking the shelves as quickly as we can, but they still look so bare that people are asking us if we’re going out of business.)

Lady: I need trash bags, and I don’t see any. Can you check in the back for me?

Me: Sure, we’ve got a lot of stuff waiting to come out. I know it’s pretty bare out here. What kind did you need?

Lady: (At this point she gives me a look of disdain and begins speaking to me in an extremely condescending tone.) I need TRASH bags.

Me: Okay, trash bags. Any particular kind, like kitchen bags, yard bags?

Lady: Just trash bags.

(I run into the back and go through the stack of disposable kitchen supplies. I very quickly find a case with boxes of white kitchen bags, cut open the top so she can see what’s inside, and bring it out.)

Me: Here you go!

Lady: (Looks at a box of trash bags, and then gives me her disdainful look again.) Don’t you have any BLACK ones?

Me: (Almost literally biting my tongue for a moment) …Let me go and check for you.

(It takes me a little longer, but I bring out her black trash bags. I open this case, too, and bring it out to her.)

Me: Here you go. Is this what you wanted?

(She takes a few boxes and leaves without thanking me. When I go to stock both of the open cases on the shelves, I see that the kind of trash bag I brought her first was the one kind of trash bag we already had out, though we did desperately need more.)

Unfiltered Story #183934

, , | Unfiltered | January 22, 2020

A customer walks up to me at the customer service desk.
Customer: Can I give you my coat to hold onto while I shop?
Me: I’m sorry, but I can’t hold any personal belongings behind the desk.
Customer: But I cannot shop in this. It’s too distracting!
Me: I can offer you a shopping basket to put it in, but that’s the best I can do.
Customer: I would have to carry that around with me?
Me: Yes ma’am.
Customer: That defeats the purpose then!
(After another minute of conversation along the same lines she grabs a basket, puts her coat in it, and then leaves it on a window sill. She goes on shopping and my co-worker and I start talking about what products need to be moved where).
Customer: Excuse me! Do you two mind being quiet? For me, please. It’s very disconcerting and I cannot shop with all the noise.
(My co-worker and I nod, then look at each other like ‘what the h*ll)