Racism Needs To Check Out

| TX, USA | At The Checkout, Bigotry, Politics

(I’m a cashier on an extremely hot Saturday afternoon in the bowels of Texas. I am bagging a customer’s goods.)

Customer: “You’re doing it wrong!”

Me: “Oh, so sorry! I’ll put these in a separate bag if you like.”

Customer: “God, you let one of them become president and the rest of you quit trying.”

Me: *biting my tongue* “Do you need help getting these into the cart, ma’am?”

Customer: “What color are you, anyway?”

(I hit the switch on the lights and called my manager over, who promptly checked the woman out. The customer vowed to visit the ‘white’ store next time.)

Twenty-One Years And Nine Months

| UK | Crazy Requests, Health & Body

(Overheard at the shop where I work:)

Coworker: “I’m sorry but we can’t accept a pregnancy test as ID… even if it is positive.”

Town Isn’t Big Enough For The Both Of Them

| Sydney, NSW, Australia | Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid

(I have the same first name as another employee who works in another store in another location. The location names both start with B and end with ‘town.’)

Me: “Hi. Can I help you?”

Customer: “I am here to pick up my order. My name is [Customer].”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t have anything to be picked up under that name. When did you order it?”

Customer: “I rang on Thursday and spoke to you.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I wasn’t working on Thursday.”

Customer: “Yes, you were. You gave me your name.”

Me: “No, I wasn’t here.”

Customer: “WELL, SOMEONE USED YOUR NAME, THEN! I KNOW I SPOKE TO YOU. YOU ARE LYING TO ME!”

Me: *twigging* “Hold on. Just let me make a phone call to see if I can find your order.”

Customer: “About time, too!”

Me: *on phone, loudly* “Hi, this is [My Name] from [B***town] Store. Can I speak to [My Name], please?” *she answers* “Hi, this is [My Name]. By any chance do you have an order put aside for [Customer]? You do? Well she’s here at my store to pick it up.” *to the customer* “You placed your order with [My Name] at [Other B***town] store.”

Customer: “No, I got the number from the catalogue.”

(I show her the catalogue, pointing out the two locations and numbers, right next to each other. There’s no apology, just a demand for it to be sent to us because she needs it today.)

Me: “Sorry, not possible. It can take two weeks to get to us. If you need it you have to go there to pick it up.”

(The customer stomped away.)