Skating Past Bigotry Into Racism

| London, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Crazy Requests

(I work in a skateboard shop. I’m female and have been working on skateboards from the age of 15. A teenage black male customer approaches my coworker and me. My coworker is also black.)

Customer: “Yo, can you get out here and put fresh tape on my board?”

Me: “Oh I’ll be happy to do that for you! Did you want a design or logo cut out? I just did this one; it looks pretty good.”

Customer: “I ain’t having a girl touch my board. I want somebody who knows what they’re actually doing, not a woman!”

Coworker: “Actually, she’s probably the quickest and neatest taper here, and watch your attitude.”

Customer: “Nah man, I’m not having some b**** wreck my board!”

Coworker: “Right, that’s it. Get out of my shop.”

Customer: “What?! No way. You can’t kick me out because I’m black.”

Coworker: *gestures to self* “It’s hardly because you’re black, is it? It’s because you’re insulting staff. Get out.”

Customer: “That’s discrimination! I’m going to sue you!”

(The customer leaves, ranting all the way out the door about how girls shouldn’t work in skate shops and he’s going to sue us for discriminating on race.)

Coworker: “Yeah, good luck with that, mate.”

The Replacement Has Big Shoes To Fill

| USA | Crazy Requests

(There used to be a shoe repairman in our store, but he retired over two years ago. People still come in looking for him, but usually understand that he is 90 years old, and didn’t want to continue working.)

Customer: “Excuse me, where’s the shoe repair guy?”

Me: “Oh, he retired.”

Customer: “What? Why?”

Me: “He was elderly and wanted to spend more time with his family.”

Customer: “So, nobody took over? That’s stupid!”

Me: “Well, it was his business. He just rented the space in our store.”

Customer: “Well, this is very inconvenient for me. I need these shoes fixed. Where is there another cobbler?”

Me: “I think there’s one in the town center.”

Customer: “Oh, well that’s way too far to drive!”

Me: “It’s five minutes away.”

Customer: “I don’t care! This is ridiculous! I need to get my shoes fixed. You guys should have kept the shoe repairman on.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we couldn’t exactly hold him prisoner here.”

Customer: “Well, you could have tried!”

This Scam Gets Top Billing

| Buckinghamshire, England, UK | At The Checkout, Liars & Scammers, Money, Theme Of The Month

(A customer walks up to my till with his items and hands me a £50 note. I immediately become suspicious as the transaction total is only £7.50.)

Me: “Okay, that’s £7.50, and here’s your change.”

(I always count up the change I take out of the till.)

Me: “So that’s £20, £20, £1, £1, 50p, totaling £42.50, right?”

(The customer takes the money and starts to walk out. My manager, who is nearby, sees the customer pocket something. While looking towards me, my manager points to his office before he disappears. I am about to serve the next customer when my original customer comes back up to me.)

Customer: “Sorry, you seem to have only given me £22.50.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. But I know I counted out £42.50 exactly.”

(The customer then places the £22.50 back on the counter and empties his front pockets.)

Customer: “See, only £22.50. Can I have my other £20 back please?”

Me: “I’m sorry; I can’t open the till for that without a manager’s authorization. It’s against company—”

Customer: “But this next customer is paying by cash, so you can just take it out then, can’t you?”

Me: “No, that would be negligence on my part as I would be removing too much money from the till during that transaction, and it would not show up on our register logs.”

(The customer then steps aside and lets the next customer come to the till. The first customer then starts insulting me in front of the other customers.)

Customer: “You thief! You b****!”

(I process the next customer’s items and then take his cash and open the till drawer.)

Customer: “See? It’s open now and you won’t give me my £20 that you stole from me!”

(The customer reaches over towards the till drawer.)

Me: “Sir, I told you I need a manager before I can process that!”

(I slam the till drawer closed before the customer can get near it. I then hand the next customer his change, who thanks me and leaves. I turn back to the first customer, whose face seems to be getting redder and redder.)

Customer: “How long are you going to keep me here?!”

(Just then, the phone next to my till rings, with the display showing ‘MANAGER.’)

Me: *to the customer* “Just a second, sir.”

Manager: *to me over the phone* “The customer has hidden the missing £20 in his back pocket.”

(I try not to smile as I put the phone back down and my manager appears from the office. I turn to the customer and speak loudly enough that the other customers in line can hear.)

Me: “Sorry, sir, but my manager has told me I cannot open the till to give you your £20 back, because you have it in your right back pocket.”

Customer: *flustered* “T-that’s a lie! How d-dare you, you f*****!”

Me: “Sir, I’ve been told to ask you to leave before we call the police.”

(At this point I have my finger on the panic button, and he can visibly see that. He quickly gathers up his change from the counter and runs out of the store yelling profanities at my manager and me. The next customer, an elderly lady, walks up.)

Elderly Lady: *laughing* “Even I counted it out when you did and got the same amount, and I tell you, that’s a feat at my age!”