| Franklin, TN, USA | Right | May 19, 2017

(During my tenure at a major department store, we had a customer who would call all the time to have us shop for her over the phone. She was a chatty one and often just wanted to talk. This happens when a certain respiratory disease from overseas is very much in the news.)

Me: *answering phone* “Thank you for calling [Store] better sportswear. This is [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Customer: “Hello, dear!”

Me: “Hello, Mrs. [Customer]. How are you today?”

Customer: “I’m doing fine, dear, but I was calling to check up on you and the other ladies there. I know lots of your clothes are made in China, and I’m worried about the SARS. Has anyone there gotten sick?”

Me: “No, we’re fine. I… I don’t think SARS can travel on fabric.”

Customer: “Check on that, please; I’m just worried about you all there with all those clothes in from China.”

Me: “I certainly will, Mrs. [Customer]. You take care.”

Customer: “Oh, you too, dear. Watch out for the SARS!”

Cranking That Inconsideration Up To 104

, | Orlando, FL, USA | Working | May 19, 2017

(I work for a third party vendor at a theme park. One night around midnight, my four-month-old son wakes me up by screaming. When I check on him, he has a 104-degree fever. I immediately put him in his car seat and race to the emergency room. I watch them do everything they can to try to bring his fever down for hours and finally admit him. Around six am I call the store to let my supervisor know that I won’t be at work that day. I fill her in on everything that has happened, including that he still has a fever of 100.)

Boss: “So I can assume you already have your replacement lined up?”

Me: “No. I don’t even have shoes on, let alone the list. And even if I hadn’t been freaked out that my son was dying, I seriously doubt that anyone would answer the phone at one am!

(My boss proceeds to scream at me that I’m a horrible, inconsiderate employee and that she’s going to write me out.)

Me: “You know what? Go ahead.” *hangs up on her*

(Later that afternoon, the owner showed up at the hospital to offer me my job back, with the next week off to take care of my son. I was there for another two years before that same supervisor fired me for getting sick at work.)

You Should Be Seated Before You Try To Insert Your Foot Into Your Mouth

| Australia | Right | May 18, 2017

(I am helping set up a new store that has opened even though we haven’t got everything set up. We sell craft and sewing items. I have been given baskets full of loose embroidery threads; there are literally thousands in the baskets to go onto a few hundred individually numbered hooks that go from above my head to ankle level. As someone who has had back problems I know that constant bending will bring on pain so I grab a chair and dump a pile of threads into my lap. I put up the lower level one while sorting the higher level ones into a basket. A customer walks up the side aisle and sees me seated in the chair.)

Customer: *sarcastically* “Oh, nice and comfortable are we? You young ones are so lazy. Just sitting there in a chair like tha—” *turns corner as I look up showing that I am in fact middle-aged and surrounded by so much stock* “Oh. Perhaps I should have waited before I put my foot in my mouth. I’m so sorry.”

(It always gets me that people think retail workers have no right to sit down. We are expected to be on our feet for 8-10 hours a day.)


Be Careful With Those RED Sox

| Post Falls, ID, USA | Right | May 18, 2017

(I work at a very popular retail store as a cashier. I live close to Washington, so my area has a lot of Seahawks fans. One day an older gentleman comes in with some merchandise and I’m checking him out when…)

Me: “You must be a big fan of the Seahawks, huh?”

Customer: “Yes, I like them a lot. What’s your favorite football team?”

Me: “I don’t really like football. I’m not much of a sports person.”

Customer: “Well, how are you going to get a man if you don’t like football?!”

Me: “I have a man already, actually, so I don’t need to go get one.”

Customer: “Well, he better train you right and have you watch football with him! I’m surprised he even wants you!”

Me: “He doesn’t like football either, sir, so it doesn’t matter.”

Customer: “What kind of people don’t like football?! Do you know what you two are?!”

Me: “What are we, sir?”

Customer: “You guys are communists!”

(The customer walked away glaring at me. He’s come back to our store multiple times since then, but takes care to avoid me.)

Not Even Fractionally Getting It

| San Antonio, TX, USA | Right | May 18, 2017

Me: “Ma’am, you’re still about a dollar short of your total.”

Customer: “No, I gave you a dollar coin.”

(I hold up a quarter that for whatever reason came out gold-colored.)

Me: “Oh, no, this is just an oddly-colored quarter, ma’am. See?”

Customer: “No, it says ‘quarter-dollar’ right there!”

(I just stare at her and blink. I hear customers behind her snickering. I resolve that this just isn’t worth it.)

Me: “Yeah, okay, whatever. Here’s your receipt. Have a nice day.”

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