Shatter-Resistant, Not Idiot-Resistant

| ME, USA | Bad Behavior, Wild & Unruly

Customer #1: “Hey, these bowls say shatter-resistant… that means that don’t break, right?”

Me: “Well, it doesn’t mean they don’t break. ‘Shatter-resistant’ just means they’re much harder to break.”

Customer #1: “Huh… that’s really neat.”

(Customer #1 and #2 seem fascinated by shatter-resistant bowls, and thus begin to experiment. They begin to tap the bowls, nicking the bowls with their finger. One even starts to lightly bang it on the shelf. Then Customer #1 nods to Customer #2, and then SUMO SLAMS the bowl at full force into the ground, shattering the bowl to pieces.)

Customer #1: “Wha… why did the bowl break?”

Me: “As I said, the bowls were shatter-resistant not shatter-proof.”

Customer #2: “But they broke!” *to Customer #1* “That’s false advertisement.”

Customer #1: “Yeah! That’s false advertisement! I want my money back.”

Me: “Um, you didn’t buy anything, though.”

Customer #1: “So! That’s false advertisement! I demand my money back or to talk to your manager.”

(I decide at this point that I doubt these customers will even listen to me, so I call down my manager.)

Manager: “Hello there. How may I help you today?”

Customer #1: “These bowls say they are shatter-resistant, but they still broke when I dropped it on the ground! That means it’s false advertisement.”

Manager: “I’m sorry, but shatter resistant means it’s harder to break. It does not mean it’s shatter proof.”

Customer #1: “Well, I want my money back for this worthless product.”

Manager: “Well, we can do that if you have your receipt.”

Customer #1: “Oh, I didn’t buy any of them yet.”

Customer #2: “But it’s false advertisement. She deserves her money back.”

Manager: “Ma’am, I cannot refund you your money if you didn’t buy anything.”

Customer #1: “But it’s false advertisement! I want my money back.”

Manager: “Again, I can’t refund you your money if you didn’t buy anything…”

(These two customers went back and forth with my manager for at least a half hour. My manager had security escort them out because they began to break more bowls to prove their point!)

Closing Down But Lifting Up

| Milwaukee, WI, USA | Awesome Customers, Food & Drink, Theme Of The Month, Top

(The company I work for is going out of business, and it is my final day working. I’ve been chatting with a customer about how hard finding a new job is as I ring her up.)

Customer: “Well, thank you. We’re off to Starbucks now.”

Me: “Oh, I love Starbucks.”

Customer: “Really? Would you like me to bring you something?”

Me: “I… what?”

Customer: “Yeah, what would you like? I have a gift card so it’s not a problem.”

Me: “The closest one is fifteen minutes away.”

Customer: “I know. What would you like?”

Me: “Um… a caramel mocha?”

Customer: “Grande or venti?”

Me: “A… grande is good. Thank you.”

Customer: “It’s not a problem. Caramel mocha. I’ll be back with it soon.”

(True to her word, she was back later with the coffee. I’ve not had any luck in the job search yet, but her bringing me a free coffee on my last day really made me smile.)

Phone-y Claim

| Norway | Liars & Scammers, Technology, Top

(A young couple known for having drug problems regularly hangs out at our store. One day, the girl is so high she trips over her own feet and falls outside our door. Her boyfriend makes a huge fuss and claim we have to pay for it because she ruined it at our property. We check with our main office and discover we have no legal duty to pay her. A few weeks pass before they show up at our store again.)

Me: “Welcome to [store], how can I help you?”

Girl: “Don’t you remember me? I fell outside of here. It’s your store’s fault because the ground was uneven. That’s dangerous.”

(The ground outside was fine, and had been when she fell, but I didn’t want to argue.)

Me: “Oh, yes, I remember that, I hope you feel better from that fall.”

Girl: “Well, my phone got broken.”

Me: “Oh, that’s too bad.”

Girl: “It’s your store’s fault it got broken. You should pay up so I can buy a new one.”

Me: “How is it broken?”

Girl: “The screen is broken and nothing works. I can’t read messages or take calls or anything. It’s just ruined.”

Me: “Well, here’s the address to the main office, you can mail them and make your claim.”

Girl: “No. I need the cash.”

Me: “I can’t give out cash for a broken phone I haven’t seen, for a price I don’t even know is legit.”

(The girl grumbles and cusses for a while, but agrees to write up a claim to send. Meanwhile, her phone starts to ring and she answers it, talking to her boyfriend.)

Me: “Was that the ruined phone?”

Girl: “Yes, look at that crack!”

(She shows me a small hairline crack at the side, but it’s otherwise functioning properly.)

Me: “You said it couldn’t even make phone calls.”

Girl: *turns a pale and walks out without a word*

(Thankfully, we never saw her again.)