Common Sense Playing Truant

| OH, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, School, Top

(I am a junior in college. I’m working retail over Christmas break. It’s early afternoon on a weekday.)

Customer: *huffs up to me* “They really shouldn’t let you work at this hour. Getting an education is more important than some low-rent job.”

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t mean to be rude, but what are you talking about?”

Customer: “You’re, what, 15 years old? They shouldn’t let kids your age work at all, but especially not during the school day.”

Me: “Oh, sorry for the confusion, ma’am. I’m actually 21, and a junior at [university about 300 miles away]. We have a very long holiday break, so I’ve been off classes for a few weeks now.”

Customer: “That’s not possible. I need to speak with your manager.”

Me: “Ma’am, I know I look somewhat young, but I really don’t think it’s necessary to speak to my manager. I’m really, truly a college student on winter break.”

Customer: “I’ll find your manager myself!”

(The customer storms off. A few minutes later, I hear my manager over my headset.)

Manager: “[My name], any chance you have your student ID on you?”

Me: “I think so… want me to bring it up front if I have it?”

Manager: “If you could.”

(I go get my student ID, and bring it to the front of the store.)

Me: *to customer* “Here’s my student ID, ma’am.”

Customer: “You must be one of those high school students who takes college classes, too. It’s not possible for you to as old as you say you are. This store should be fined for letting you work during the school day.”

Me: “Ma’am, my university is hundreds of miles away. You think I commute several hours back and forth every day to take advanced classes?”

(My manager tells me to go back to work, and I see the customer huff out of the store a few minutes later. A few more minutes pass.)

Customer: “There she is, officer; arrest her for truancy.”

Me: “Oh. My. God. You got mall security over this?”

Mall Security: “If you let me see your driver’s license, I’ll kick her out of the mall for the day, and ban her from your store.”

Me: “Fair enough…”

(She was not invited back to our store.)

I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 10

| Finland | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

(I’m chatting with my friend in a grocery store, completely minding my own business. Another customer approaches us.)

Customer: “Can you please help me to find [item]?”

Me: “Umm… I don’t know where to find it…”

Customer: “It’s pretty much like this, but a different shape and brand.”

(The customer holds up another item, and continues talking for a while. I’m trying to interrupt her, but she’s giving me the exact specs and some more.)

Me: “I’m sorry; but I don’t work here. Unfortunately I have no idea where to find it.”

(She looks at me with a puzzled look on her face. At this point I realize that my shirt is red, and not completely unlike the uniform that the shop assistants are required to wear.)

Customer: “Are you sure? You look like you work here.”

Me: “Yeah, I’m quite certain. Please read the back of my shirt. The store wouldn’t probably accept the message, would they?”

(My shirt is from a local rap artist with a slogan that translates to “steal from your boss”.)

Related:
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 9
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 8
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 7
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 6
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 5

Well, That Went South

| PA, USA | Crazy Requests, Top

(At my job, I am well known to my customers for my politeness and excellent service. I’m also well known for my red and black hair, since it’s a bit different. My manager comes to talk to me. She is laughing a bit.)

Manager: “So we just got a customer complaint about you.”

Me: “Oh, really? I’m a little surprised.”

Manager: “Yeah, me too. You just missed the phone call, actually.”

Me: “Okay… well… what did they say?”

Manager: “She told me you were really rude to her.”

Me: “I was?”

Manager: “I know. I told her you were the nicest one here. I asked her if she was sure it was you and she said ‘Yeah, the girl with the red and black hair!'”

Me: “Okay…? Did they tell you what I said?”

Manager: “She said, ‘Well, she told me to have a nice day and everything… but she didn’t ask me how my day went! I found that incredibly rude!'”

Me: “Wow… really?”