Not Going To Wrap It Up Before Closing

| Arnhem, The Netherlands | Crazy Requests

(It’s about closing time, and we have closed the shutters partly to make customers aware of this. The store is empty, and has been for a while. Some of my coworkers are already starting to pack up and I’m left waiting around the cash registry until it’s closing time. About two minutes before we close, a customer comes running up.)

Customer: “Can I still shop?”

Me: “We’re about to close in two minutes.”

Customer: “I know what I want! I’ll be quick; I know exactly where it is.”

(She grabs a basket and runs through the store to get her things. I get behind the registry to scan her items. When she comes up, it turns out it’s a lot of small items, about 20 different things.)

Me: “That really was quick!”

Customer: “Thank you! Oh, and they’re all presents. You wrap them, right?”

Me: “We can wrap, or I can give you enough paper to wrap them yourself at home.”

Customer: “You do it. I can’t wrap nicely.”

(It is now a few minutes past closing, and it’s a lot of small items to wrap. I call for extra assistance.)

Coworker: “Did you just call for assistance? Why?”

Me: *nodding towards the pile of goods and wrapping as fast as I can* “These are all presents.”

Coworker: “… All of them?”

Me: “Yep.”

Coworker: “Call for more assistance.”

(We wrapped everything with the three of us, and the customer made us re-wrap some things, too, if they weren’t done well enough to her satisfaction!)

Trying To Force It Through

| QLD, Australia | At The Checkout, Geeks Rule, Movies & TV, Technology

Customer: *waving shirt in front of scanner* “Sorry, I can’t scan this item! I’ve tried so many times.”

Me: “Sorry about that.” *scans item in one go* “There you go!”

Customer: “Oh… uh…”

(I notice it’s a ‘Trust Me, I’m a Jedi’ Shirt.)

Me: “It’s okay… I’m a Jedi.”

Lack-Of-Clothes Make The Lack-Of-A Man

| UK | At The Checkout, Money, Rude & Risque

(An older customer comes to my checkout. He has been staring at me a lot while he has been waiting for service. I am 17 at the time.)

Customer: “Are you from [area in my town]?”

Me: “Oh, no. I don’t live there.”

Customer: “Are you sure? I’ve seen you around there, at [address that is not mine].”

Me: “Oh, no. You must be mistaken.”

(The transaction continues, extremely awkward as he keeps insisting he ‘knows me from somewhere’ and has ‘seen my house’ and things to that effect. I brush him off as one of the harmless, odd customers that one sees in a day.)

Me: “Right, so that comes to £52.56.”

Customer: “Oh I only have £50 on me.”

Me: “Well, if you have no other means of paying, we’ll have to take something off.”

Customer: “Like your clothes?”

Me: “…no.”

Customer: “Like my clothes?”

(I am speechless and upset, and about to go into a rant and call a security guard over, when the next customer intervenes.)

Next Customer: “You are soooo creepy, mate.”

(The customer scuttles off after paying me the full amount, obviously embarrassed about being caught harassing a teenage girl!)