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Not Been Teenage For An Age

| Right | April 10, 2014

(I’m older than I look, and married. I also have my nose pierced and a couple of tattoos that show if I’m wearing a t-shirt.)

Older Male Customer: “Do you have a boyfriend, young lady?”

Me: “No, I’m—”

Customer: “No wonder with all that nonsense on your arms and that hoop in your face. How do you ever expect to get a boyfriend looking like that?”

Me: “Well, my husband doesn’t seem to mind them.”

Customer: “Married?! You’re only a teenager.”

Me: “Sir, I’m 25…”

Customer: *blushes and turns away, fuming*


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The Sound Of Silence

| Right | April 10, 2014

(A customer comes into my shoe store and requests several pairs to try on. He tries the first pair and walks around.)

Customer: “No, no. I don’t like shoes that make noise. I need quiet shoes.”

(I give him a new pair to try.)

Customer: “No, I said QUIET shoes! QUIET!”

Me: “Sir, what noise are you referring to? I’m not hearing it.”

(He walks around more.)

Customer: “That! You don’t hear that?”

(All I can hear is the sound of his footsteps.)

Me: “Can’t say I do.”

(He begins stomping his foot on the floor.)

Customer: “Listen to how loud those are!”

Me: “That’s just your foot stomping.”

Customer: “It’s the shoe!”

Me: “So you want a shoe that won’t even make the sound of a footstep?”

Customer: “Yes!”

Me: “… Good luck?”

Failing At A Closing Argument

, , , | Working | April 10, 2014

(I am 12 years old. I am going to a pottery store with my friends to paint pottery. My mom is calling to find out when they close.)

My Mom: “Hi. What time do you close tonight?”

Manager: “Eight o’clock.”

My Mom: “Okay, thank you! Bye!”

(At about 4:45 we walk into the pottery store.)

Employee: “Are you picking up?”

Us: “No…”

Employee: “Well, it’s too late to paint. We close at 6.”

(We tell my mom, who is at the vacuum store next to the pottery store, and she goes back in. She notices a sign that says that they close at 8. She told the employee, who then scribbled out ‘8’ and wrote ‘6’.)

Steal Herself For An Arrest

| Working | April 10, 2014

(I’ve just been hired on at a store as seasonal worker. There have been a few random thefts that can’t be explained.)

Coworker #1: “They just started up around the time that you and [Other Seasonal Worker] started. It’s funny.”

Me: “The manager told me about it. She said someone had taken the money we’d collected for the breast cancer awareness and shoved the envelope behind the desk in the office. We’ve also been losing around $10 or $20 from the registers from time to time.”

Coworker #1: “I can’t believe someone would do that. It offends me so much. God provides for us. I bet they’re using it to buy their drugs. That’s disgusting. If someone wanted to be lazy and just steal, they should let the prison take care of them.”

Me: “That’s a little harsh, don’t you think? Besides, we don’t know who it is. What if they needed the money for food?”

Coworker #1: “Because no one steals money for food. I wonder who it is. I know it’s not me or [Assistant Manager]. It could be you or [Other Seasonal Worker].”

Me: *offended* “I know you don’t know me, but I’d rather have the job than just chance losing it by taking money like that.”

Coworker #1: “Oh, I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying; it could be any one of us. Except for [Assistant Manager]. She works so hard all the time, trying to pay her way through school. I bet it’s [Other Seasonal Worker]. She just looks the part. Like a druggie, you know? And I heard she’s been flitting from one job to the next. I bet she just doesn’t want to get caught.”

Me: “I’m sure [Manager] will find out who it is and the matter will be settled.”

(Six months later, we have a robbery. I’m not in on that day, but I hear from another coworker how Coworker #1 was there and gave a lengthy description of the thief to the cops and how it happened. Two weeks after that, she’s no longer on the roster.)

Me: “Oh, we lost [Coworker #1]?”

Coworker #2: “You didn’t hear? She got fired for theft.”

Me: *shocked* “What?”

Coworker #2: “She kept urging the manager on duty to go get some food, and while he was gone, she shoved the money down her sock and made some sob story about how she dropped some dimes. While she was picking them up, she said the customer leaned over to grab the money and ran out. Except the till squeaks when you take money out and [Manager] tested that. They went over the tapes and saw her stealing it. So they gave her the option to come in and give the money back and just be fired, or they’d call the cops on her.”

Me: “She always talks about how much money her husband makes! Why would she need to steal?”

Coworker #2: “I don’t know, but she told the manager it’s because she’s bi-polar and was off her meds.”

Me: “Did she steal that breast cancer money?”

Coworker #2: “Yeah! She kept telling everyone it was that other seasonal employee, because she looked like a druggie.”

Me: “Oh, man. You realize she gave the police a false report, right?”

Coworker #2: *smirking* “Yeah, so she’s likely going to go to jail anyway.”

A Customer By Reef-erral

| Right | April 9, 2014

(I’m stacking the shelves when a sweet little old lady approaches.)

Little Old Lady: “Excuse me. Do you know where I can find some cannabis?”

Me: “Um?”

Little Old Lady: “Some cannabis? Do you have any?”

Me: “I don’t think we do…”

Little Old Lady: “Oh, such a shame. My friend bought some from here before Christmas and they were gorgeous, especially the fish ones.”

Me: “Oh, canapés! Yes, we have those. They’re over here.”

(I show her where they are.)

Me: “Sorry, madam. I thought you said ‘cannabis!'”

Little Old Lady: *laughs* “Oh, I don’t need that anymore!”