I had a customer complaining about his order so I tried to politely tell him that I would get one of our fellows to check it up for him. What came out instead was:
Me: “I’ll get one of our cellos to f*** it up for you.”
Then I laughed nervously before hanging up the phone.
We have a regular customer who brings her mom to the store with her because her mom has a disabled tag. She parks in a disability-accessible parking spot and just leaves her disabled mother in the car as she shops around.
I asked her about this once and she responded:
Customer: “I’m normally out within thirty minutes, and I always leave the car on!”
It still felt wrong.
I run into a store to grab a few items. I am wearing a Harley Quinn T-shirt and leggings. A random guy says something, but I’m not paying too much attention as I am grabbing a basket.
Guy: “Do you work here?”
Me: “No. I don’t.”
Guy: “DOES ANYBODY WORK ANYMORE?!”
Me: *Internally* “Well, I do, just not here. And I’m glad I don’t because I wouldn’t want to deal with you!”
Customer: “You’re really pretty. Are you sure a pretty girl like you can’t give me a discount?”
I am smiling even though I want to crawl out of my skin and tell him he’s really barking up the wrong tree as I am very happy with my girlfriend.
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, there are no discounts, and my boss wouldn’t be happy if I gave you one.”
Customer: *Smile slides off his face* “Well, I know [Owner] and [Manager].”
Me: “So do I, sir, but I still pay for my pastries. Have a nice day.”
He went and paid after that.
I was working at the service desk. A man in a hoodie with the hood up came up and got behind the guy I was helping. Then, an old black woman came in. She walked right past the man waiting and plopped her things down as soon the man who was being helped was done.
I looked at the man in the hoodie and called him forward.
The lady immediately began to yell and accused me of being racist for helping the “white” man before her.
The man pulled his hood down. He was also black. The lady then went quiet.
