A man shopping with his eleven-year-old son threw a full-on tantrum in the store because we wouldn’t give him a display-only item.
Son: “I’m sorry my dad is being such a jerk.”
Man: “Don’t apologize to these people! You’re grounded!”
A kid came into our store unsupervised all the time, counting dollar bills to buy things. We sort of became friends. Eventually, his dad did come in with him, and I guess he pocketed some little toy cars while I was distracted.
But then, when his kid was checking out and I was clearly familiar with his interests and stuff, the dad looked really thoughtful and almost guilty.
Five minutes after they left, they came back. Oh, looky there, the dad had put some little toy cars in his pocket and forgotten they were there.
We had a customer who decided, mid-shoplifting spree, that he needed to apply for a hunting license. He used his actual information to apply for the license.
And yes, we did hand that application to the cops when they arrived.
I’m at the fragrance counter of a store.
Me: “I am looking for a flowery perfume for my grandmother, somewhere between fifteen and twenty-five euros.”
We have an agreement in our family to keep birthday gifts in that price range.
The saleswoman shows me a lovely bottle of perfume, but I notice it is priced at forty-five euros.
Me: “Could you please show me something costing twenty-five euros max?”
The saleswoman gets another fragrance, priced just under thirty-five euros.
I was willing to go a bit over, but now I am miffed, especially since I know they have plenty of products in all price ranges.
Me: “No, thank you, this is still too much. I’ll go somewhere else.”
I left and found a wonderful perfume in my price range at their competitor down the street.
We have a regular customer who we call “Poison Ivy Lady”. She is very allergic to poison ivy, and I guess she came in one time after someone with poison ivy came in, she touched something that they touched, and she had a bad allergic reaction.
After that, she came in a Tyvek suit and gloves. She would only buy cans and would get upset if you touched her things. She wanted sweatpants, and I offered to put them in bags for her, and when I reached over to arrange them so that the cashier could easily see the bar codes, she swatted my hand away.
Me: “Ma’am, maybe you’d be more comfortable shopping online.”
Poison Ivy Lady: “I don’t have a computer!”
I haven’t seen her in a few years. The poison ivy must have finally gotten her.
