He Already Has Enough Issues

| AB, Canada | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Spouses & Partners

(One of my co-workers is checking out a couple.)

Cashier: “Alright, so your total is [total].”

(The wife starts paying with debit. Her husband is scanning our magazines at the side of the till.)

Husband: *to the cashier* “Excuse me, miss? Can I get a magazine?”

Cashier: “Oh, sure, I don’t see why not. We can do it as a separate transaction if you’d like?”

Husband: “Oh? I have to buy them?”

Cashier: *laughs* “Yes, sir. You would have to buy it.”

Husband: “Oh… well then, never mind.” *turns to his wife* “This b**** won’t give me a magazine!”

Wife: “Shut up; you’re being an a**!”

(The two customers leave and the cashier turns to me.)

Cashier: “I really hope he was drunk. If not, then what just happened?”

Gift (Of Life) Box

| Canada | At The Checkout, Awesome Workers, Family & Kids

Customer: “Do you guys sell watch gift boxes?”

Co-worker: “Yes we do!” *she pulls one out* “Will this do?”

Customer: “Hmm, no. I need something a bit bigger. I need one large enough to fit a pregnancy test!”

(My co-worker and I are leaning down, looking for a larger gift box. It takes a minute for us to process what she says.)

Co-worker: “Oh! Congratulations!”

Customer: *looking teary-eyed and grinning widely* “Thanks so much! I am so excited!”

(My co-worker found her a box, and gave it to her on the house!)

Purchasing Blood Wine

| Atlanta, GA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Food & Drink, Underaged

(I see two guys who appear to be in their early 20s approach a self-checkout machine with a case of alcohol. One of them appears to have some tissue in his nose. The other is acting nervous. Given the exchange of money between the two, I suspect a third party purchase.)

Me: “Good evening, gentlemen. I’ll just need to see both of your IDs before I approve the sale.”

(The customer with the item in his nose scowls and turns his nose up at me, revealing the dangling string of a tampon.)

Customer: *angrily* “Why do you need to see his ID? I’m buying it.”

Me: “Sir, it’s the law and store policy that I check the IDs of everyone in the party purchasing alcohol.”

Customer: “I guess I’m not buying this then, since he’s under 21!”

(He storms off, leaving alcohol on counter.)

Customer at the next machine: “What the h*** was that? Did he really just try that? And with a tampon in his nose?”