The New iNfect

, , , , , | Right | September 18, 2020

In an effort to avoid the spread of anything contagious, my cell phone store doesn’t allow customers to touch any of the phones we have on display. This is printed on numerous signs around the phones, and the screensaver on each phone even has, “Please don’t touch,” running on each and every one of them. Even still, people grab the phones to try them or play with them all day long. We’ve had to tell adults to please stop touching them.

A woman picks up a display model.

Coworker: “Ma’am, please don’t touch the phones. We’re trying to avoid the spread of disease.”

Customer: “Oh, of course. I won’t.”

She put the phone down, and literally four seconds later, she picked up the next one. This is why we have to clean everything with disinfectant all day long.

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Unfiltered Story #208772

, , | Unfiltered | September 18, 2020

In the store my step-Mom works at, a customer comes in, in desperate need for the washroom. Mind you, what I’ve been told, is that he has a bathroom issue. So, despite how there are no customers allowed, she lets him use the washroom, anyway. Really, because he says he’s “about to blow”…

Later on, when the customer’s gone, and my step-Mom goes downstairs to the bathroom, she sees a pile of poop by the floor. Disgusted, she makes her BOSS clean it up (they have a good relationship)!

Either, the guy missed purposely or accidentally, he just couldn’t make it to the toilet, it was put on the floor purposely, or it slid down his leg… Either way, I think that’s the last time she’s going to let a customer use the washroom for awhile!

Unfiltered Story #208764

, , , | Unfiltered | September 18, 2020

One day at work I was going through the shirts in my section and counting them to make sure we had the right number of each size out (we usually don’t worry too much about it as long as we have each size out but it was pretty slow at this moment). As I’m going through the sizes of one shirt, someone walks up to the shirts directly to my right (so were like shoulder and shoulder). I keep counting the one size so i dont lose place with the intent of saying hi and letting them know if they need anything just to ask but then a man (im guessing by voice) comes up behind them but kinda to the side so technically inbetween us but one step back.

Man: *whispering* come on baby, there’s more to see.

Even though I knew he wasnt talking to me, I still tensed and it was awkward and my brain was like “NOPE! I’M OUT!” I continued to count shirts and they left a few moments after that

Unfiltered Story #208761

, , | Unfiltered | September 18, 2020

I used to work in purchasing for a lighting store. When someone placed a special order I would call them from my office to let them know when it was ready to be picked up in the showroom, in a different building. many of our customers were designers or contractors who came back often. One day the showroom buzzed me saying:
Sr- Mr Jones says you called and said his order is in and I can’t find it.
Me (trying to get them to ask the right questions in the future): ask had m if it could be under a different name.
sr asks, comes back: He said no
Me: ask him if it could be under his company name
Sr: he says he doesn’t know
Me: ask him if he works for designer?
Sr;yes he does
Me: is it under that name?
Sr- never mind
Me, to self, why do I know where he works and he doesn’t?

A Taxing Customer, Part 3

, , , | Right | September 17, 2020

A cashier calls for an available manager to the register. I’m one of the three available managers on duty, so I walk up and ask what I can help with.

Cashier: “We have, um, a little problem.”

Customer: “No, we don’t. He just doesn’t understand, and you probably won’t, either, that I don’t have to pay tax because of agricultural reasons.”

Me: “Yes, sir, I understand. Do you have a tax-exempt account with us? If not, we can set you up if you have a tax ID number with you.”

Customer: “No, I don’t have to have any of that. I don’t have to pay tax.”

Me: “In order to set you up—”

Customer: “You must not be a manager, then; get me a real f****** manager.”

Me: “Okay, sir, I will get my store manager; she will tell you the same thing—”

Customer: “No, you’re just a liar. You’re not a f****** manager.”

Me: “Okay, I’m sorry you feel that way; let me get her.”

I went and got the store manager. She told the customer the same thing I had, and he told us we were wrong and we would find out when he called corporate. He bought his items and paid tax, and we loaded his items, and he acted all nice and said he wouldn’t have had to give us a hard time if we would’ve just listened and done it his way.

A Taxing Customer, Part 2
A Taxing Customer

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