The High Point Of My Night

, | Canada | At The Checkout, Criminal & Illegal, Food & Drink

(I work as a cashier and am finally at the end of a long, frustrating split-shift. About 10 minutes to closing a group of guys in their early 20s come in and head straight for the confection aisle. They seem to be having a hard time deciding, and become panicked when my supervisor makes the closing announcement. They shove their candy, chips, and pop into the arms of one guy, and push him toward the cash. They leave the store, leaving their friend to pay. He places the items very slowly on the counter, blinking with confusion a number of times, swaying a little on his feet. I ring his items through.)

Me: “That’s $14.59. How will you be paying?”

Customer: “Uh… debit?”

(He slowly pulls out his wallet and fumbles for his card. He finally places it in the debit machine, and then stares at it, unmoving. The machine times-out, so I reset it. He manages, with some difficulty to make it through the rest of the transaction. When I place his bag in front of him, he looks confused.)

Customer: “Is this mine?”

Me: “Yes, it is.”

Customer: “These are the things I bought?”

Me: “Uh… yes. Are you all right?”

Customer: “Huh? Oh, yeah, don’t mind me, I’m just really fried.”

(He pulls a 2 dollar coin out of his pocket and puts it on the counter.)

Customer: “Don’t tell; my parents know the owner.”

(He left, marveling at the automatic doors as he did. He has been back to the store a number of times, in the same state, and makes my day whenever he shows up.)

So Closed But So Far

| UT, USA | Bad Behavior

(It’s a Sunday, when we close early at 5 pm. A couple walks in at 4:56, but since we can’t lock the doors until exactly 5 pm, there isn’t much we can do. I’ve been hovering near them for a few minutes, and it’s now 5:15.)

Wife: “Excuse me, where is the toddler section?”

Me: “Right here. However, we are getting ready to close, so let me know if I can help you find anything.”

Wife: *absently* “Right, thanks.”

(Another ten minutes later, and the couple is still shopping.)

Husband: “Do you guys have any shorts for my daughter?”

Me: *at this point pretty annoyed* “They are in this aisle here.”

(The husband and wife wander over near another coworker of mine, and I see an opportunity.)

Me: “Hey, [Coworker], what time is it?”

Coworker: “About 5:30.”

Me: *within earshot* “Guess we aren’t getting out of here anytime soon.”

Wife: “Oh, are you guys closing soon?”

Coworker: “We closed at 5:00.”

Husband: “Ha ha! Guess we better get going, huh?”

Obama Drama

| Durham, NC, USA | Bigotry, Extra Stupid, Politics

(I work in a high-end stationery boutique, whose clientele is generally upper middle class and upper class white women in their 40s to 60s – the sort of people whose spending habits didn’t really change when the economy nose dived. This customer appeared to be no different, and the address on the check she paid with confirmed as much.)

Customer: “Where’s your clearance section?”

Me: “We actually don’t have clearance sales, outside of our semi-annual sales after Christmas and Father’s Day.”

Customer: “So everything in here is full-priced?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

Customer: *sighs loudly* “Fine, I’ll pay full-price. But I really need to be saving every penny, with that black man as president.”