Being Mis-LED

| Indianapolis, IN, USA | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

Customer: *to small child* “No, honey, get away from those. They have lead in them.”

Me: “Ma’am. They are Christmas lights. They are LED Christmas lights.”

Not So Closed Minded, Part 5

| New Zealand | Holidays, Theme Of The Month

(I work in a Christmas shop that opens for three months every year. Due to this, we often get shop space on the outside of a large mall or away from the main facilities. There’s no bathroom, so when we have to, we lock the store, leave a ‘back soon!’ note, and run. As I am returning from a bathroom break that took less than five minutes I see a woman pulling on the locked doors. Knowing I wasn’t going to be long, I only dropped one of the two deadbolts, and locked it with a key. It would not open when I tested it. As I walk towards her the woman kicks & wrenches the door open, even getting her son involved to pull. They manage to open the door!)

Me: “Ma’am, the door was actually shut and locked!”

Customer: “What? ”

Me: “We were shut temporarily, and the door was locked!”

(I check the door, and she has managed to pull the bolt out from the socket, and has forced the other door in!)

Customer: “Oh. You should have put a sign up! I didn’t know you were closed!”

Me: “Ma’am, there is a sign—” *points to the A4 sign on bright red paper* “—and you had to notice you struggled with the door?”

Customer: “That’s why I kicked it!”

Me: *boggle*

(Thankfully she hadn’t kicked through the GLASS doors, but I spent half an hour running around after her four-year-old son who decided snow globes should bounce. They didn’t buy anything.)

Related:
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 4
Not Very Closed Minded, Part 3

Texan Bull In A China Shop

| ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Bigotry

(I am Canadian; I was born in Canada and have lived here all my life. I don’t look Chinese at all, though my hair is brown. This day a racist customer decided I was Chinese.)

Customer: “Hey c****! Hurry up; we didn’t let you in this country to laze about!”

Me: *calmly* “Nice accent. Where are you from?”

Customer: “Texas. Now, d*** well hurry up! I have places to be!”

Me: “Well, first off, you’re Texan so you didn’t let me into the country. Second, my mother may have come to Canada 30 years ago, but it was from England where she was born and her great-grandparents were born! Third, my father’s family emigrated to Canada from England in 1926! So, no, I am not Chinese! Now get out of MY country!”

Customer: “Call your manager! Right now! I’m getting you fired!”

Manager: *who heard the whole thing, in his best accent* “You need to tell this c**** something, sir?”

(The customer ran away from my manager: a very annoyed, very big, Chinese man.)