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Doesn’t Know Wheat You Mean

, , , , , | Working | January 19, 2016

(My older sister is gluten-intolerant, meaning that her intestines get very unhappy when she eats anything with wheat. My uncle, on his way to our home for dinner, decides to pick up a dessert for her to eat.)

Uncle: “Do you have anything that’s gluten-free?”

Employee: “I’m sorry, sir, we don’t have any free items.”

Uncle: “No, GLUTEN-free. No wheat.”

Employee: “Sir, we don’t serve any free items.”

Uncle: “Gluten-free. You know, no wheat.”

Employee: “Sir, I told you, we don’t have anything for free.”

(This went on until he gave up. My sister didn’t get dessert that evening.)


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A Deep Seated Scammer

, , , , | Working | September 5, 2013

(I’ve gone with my boss to look at new desk chairs for our office.)

Me: “This one’s comfy!”

My Boss: “How much is that one?”

Salesman: “$280.”

Me: “Really? But it looks just like this one in the catalog that’s $179.”

Salesman: “No, see how the back is different?”

Me: “A little.”

My Boss: “I’m buying a lot of chairs. Is it possible to get a discount?”

Salesman: “No, $280 is the price. Plus delivery.”

My Boss: “Delivery? I’ve bought furniture from you a dozen times, and you’ve never charged us for delivery! We’re around the corner from you!”

Salesman: “Sorry, our prices are set.”

(The manager, whom my boss has done business with before, enters the showroom.)

Manager: “Hi, nice to see you again. What are you looking for?”

My Boss: “I want a set of office chairs, but your salesman said you can’t go below $280 for these. And are you charging for delivery now?”

Manager: “$280? That chair is $150! And no, we don’t charge for delivery.”

My Boss: *to salesman* “Is that true?”

(The salesman’s ears turn red.)

Manager: *to my boss* “I’m handling your account from now on.”

Barking Up The Wrongest Tree

, , , , | Right | June 16, 2013

(I am a veterinary technician. I overhear an elderly client talking to the vet.)

Client: “Oh, [Doctor], can I ask one more question?”

Vet: “Of course!”

(The client gestures to a picture on the wall of a Dalmatian, sitting amidst a bunch of white cats with small black spots.)

Client: “Is that possible?”

Vet: “If you mean the markings, I’ve never seen a cat with Dalmatian spots. If you mean the dog being able to sit with cats—”

Client: “No, no. Can the dog be the dad, and the cat the mom?”

Vet: “Only with the magic of Photoshop.”


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Not Low Key About The Hokey

, , , | Right | March 8, 2013

(I’m a Muslim female barista. Two young women in headscarves come in. They get in line. Most people are surprised to learn of my faith, as I am mixed race and look white, and don’t wear a headscarf by personal choice.. A man whispers to his wife, and then comes up to me while I’m handing out drinks to customers.)

Man: “Excuse me, could you please remove those two from the shop?”

Me: “Who?”

Man: “Those two in the scarves.”

Me: “Uh, why?”

Man: “They’re offending me.”

Me: “How?”

Man: *raising voice* “How dare they throw their satanic religion in our good Christian faces?!”

(He is wearing a rather large cross around his neck.)

Man: *raises his voice to a yell* “Be gone from his earth, devil spawn!”

Me: “Dude, look, quit harassing them.”

Man: “Harassing them?! They’re harassing me!”

(Fed up, I come out from behind the counter to speak to the man.)

Me: “Look, dude, be quiet or leave now.”

Man: “Why should I, son of the great lord, be forced to tolerate their hokey religion?!”

Me: “That’s my ‘hokey religion’ you’re messing with, and I’m not going to take your crap. Out. Now.

Man: “You’re devil spawn too?!” *crosses himself* “SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF GOD, THROW DOWN YOUR COFFEE! A SINNER HAS TOUCHED IT!”

(The shop is literally silent, and everyone is staring at him. My manager walks up behind him. He is Sikh, and is wearing a turban. He taps the man on the shoulder and speaks in a deadpan voice.)

Manager: *deadpans, taps man on the shoulder* “Now what seems to be the problem here?”

(As soon as he sees my manager, the customer literally screams and runs out. His wife runs after him, stopping at the door to cross herself. I go back behind the counter. The two Muslim women approach me.)

Muslim Woman #1: “Thanks for that.”

Me: “Absolutely no problem. I’ve had that done to me too, when I’m wearing the scarf.”

Muslim Woman #2: “Do you get lunatics in here like that often?”

Me: “You have no idea.”

To Give Credit Where Debit Is Due, Part 2

, , , , , | Right | January 26, 2013

Customer: “Why won’t your gas pump accept my credit card?”

Clerk: “Sorry, it’s cash or debit only.”

Customer: “But I have a credit card and it won’t take it!”

Clerk: “Cash or debit only, ma’am.”

Customer: “This is a credit card!”

Clerk: *pause* “It’s cash or debit only, not credit.”

(The customer finally realizes what the clerk’s been saying and automatically becomes huffy.)

Customer: “Well! Y’know, giving me the same answer three times doesn’t help me understand. You should have said, ‘we only accept cash or debit’. How was I supposed to understand what ‘cash or debit only’ means? It’s not a complete sentence!” *storms out*

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