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Even Scotty Couldn’t Change The Laws Of Physics

, , , | Right | December 10, 2021

I’m a woman working in a vape shop. A customer purchases a tank that includes two different types of coils, one runs on higher wattage, one runs on lower. In a nutshell, the more power you push through a coil the more liquid is evaporated; bigger cloud, faster battery drainage, higher liquid consumption.

Customer: *Looking me dead in the eye.* “I want you to set it up for me so that the weaker coil will produce as much vape cloud as the stronger, one without using more liquid and draining the battery or burning out prematurely.”

After a while of back and forth ranging from trying to explain to him in the simplest way how that’s impossible using examples, to laying out and going in detail through Ohm’s law, he gets increasingly more irate and starts name-calling, demanding to speak to my manager (me lol).

Customer: *Stomps his foot.* “I know more about electronics than you because I’m a man! I’ll be making an official complaint!”

Drained from the whole exchange, I put on my best passive-aggressive retail smile and say:

Me: “Sir, I cannot change the laws of physics for you, have a good day.”

He stormed out in a huff. Never saw him again.

People Who Are Witchy Make That Guy Twitchy

, , , | Working | November 19, 2021

My local parcel dropoff point is within a vape store. It’s got dark vibes — think demonic theme name and aesthetics. I’m pretty into the alternative fashion scene — sort of gothic. I’m wearing a face mask that has a cute demon face on it with a pentagram and a black dress when I go in to return some parcels.

There’s another customer there who’s in normal clothes and he acknowledges me. He then double-takes and hurries through the rest of his transaction, leaving promptly. [Clerk #1] serving him goes to the back door and continues talking to him. [Clerk #2] — who has pentagram tattoos — comes out from the back.

Clerk #2: “Sorry about that.”

Me: “What even was that?”

Clerk #2: *Hesitates* “He doesn’t like dark stuff. He avoids me, too… like he thinks I’ll hex him.”

Me: “You have ‘Hail Satan’ on your shop wall and references to demons and such, and you literally have pentagrams on your bags, but I in my little black dress and demon pentagram mask am… what? Too witchy?”

Clerk #2: “Yeah. Basically. We’re both too witchy for him.”

Your Refund’s Going Up In A Puff Of Vapor

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: BloodyChanel | October 31, 2021

I manage a vape shop and today a customer comes in wanting to return his mod.

Customer: “Hi, I bought this mod here and it won’t charge anymore.”

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you mind if I check it out real quick?”

This thing looked beat to h***. It was full of dents and the tank was cracked.

Me: “Okay, your charging port has loosened itself from the board. Unfortunately, we don’t do repairs, but if you have the receipt or the card you purchased it with, I can get you a refund or exchange if it was bought within the past month.”

Customer: “I don’t have the receipt, but I have the card.”

I run the card.

Me: “It looks like the only purchase made with this card was not for this item. Could it have been another card?”

Customer: “No, it was definitely that one.”

Me: “Unfortunately, it’s only showing one purchase and it isn’t the same item. Do you know when you purchased it?”

The main reason I ask that is that I realize we sold the last of those mods months ago and our return window ends after thirty days.

Customer: “No, I don’t remember.”

Me: “Okay, well, I’m really sorry, but I can’t refund or exchange anything without a receipt, and without an estimated time frame, I can’t go back and manually find it.”

Customer: “So, that’s it? I’m just stuck with it?”

Me: “I’m sorry, man. It’s company policy that we need a proof of purchase for any returns.”

Customer: “You can’t call a manager and ask them about it?”

Me: “I am the manager.”

Customer: “All right, well, you just lost a customer, then. Thanks, but no, thanks.”

Me: “Okay, have a nice night.”

Guess I’m about to lose my job and the business will go under because this guy isn’t coming back. I don’t know how I’m gonna sleep tonight, honestly.

When Everything Comes Crashing Down, Literally

, , , , , | Working | September 1, 2021

I used to work in a smoke shop. We had shelves sitting in the middle of the worker area, holding dip and chew and cigarettes. They went nearly to the ceiling. Those things were rickety, and a stiff breeze would have toppled them.

So, you can guess what had happened when I came in one day and saw that the shelves were all gone. Someone told me the details of what happened, and it was an “OMG!” moment, to be sure.

The shelf decided to let go at the least opportune moment and fell over onto [Coworker]. It slammed her into the register and actually pinned her head there.

Bless the customer she had been waiting on; he got a rush of adrenaline, jumped clean over the counter into the worker-only area, and lifted it off of her.

A couple of big, burly security officers had to come in, pull everything off the shelves, and drag those menaces out of the building one at a time.

This was decades ago before the world got more lawsuit-savvy. Sadly, not much else was done, not even to check out other displays to make sure they were safe. To this day, [Coworker] STILL has back problems from the incident. 

Management didn’t even close the store. They just kind of shrugged with a blank face and a “Meh. Oh, well,” attitude. Oh, wait. I nearly forgot. They did do something: they griped for weeks about losing a display and having to pay for another one.

I’m so very, very glad I don’t work there anymore.

If You Can’t Beat ‘Em, Exhaust ‘Em

, , , , | Right | October 14, 2020

Many years ago, I owned a franchise tobacco shop. The one problem we had to handle almost daily were the prank phone calls.

You know the kind. Being a tobacco shop, we got literally hundreds of these crank calls, usually all the same. For the uninitiated, it goes like this:

Caller: “You got Sir Walter Raleigh in a can?”

For reference, Sir Walter Raleigh is the name of a tobacco.

Employee: “Yes, we do.”

Caller: “Well, you’d better let him out before he suffocates. HAW HAW!”

The callers are usually pubescent if not pre-pubescent and they always hang up before you can say anything in response. Now, this is before caller ID, so they feel rather bulletproof. 

Not in my store. 

My usual response is not to play along. We don’t, in fact, carry Sir Walter Raleigh Tobacco but just saying “No, sorry,” doesn’t seem enough. Sure, it shuts them down, and many times I try, “Oh, PUH-LEEEEZ! You are not really going with that tired joke, are you?” before hanging up.

We also have an import tobacco named Three Nuns which comes in a small tin of four ounces. So, every now and then I respond, “No, but we do have Three Nuns in a four-ounce tin..”

This usually gets us about fifteen seconds of dead phone before a click.

The best time we ever had with the little guys comes one lazy summer afternoon when there are no customers, there’s no work to be done, and our minds are alive with ideas. The phone rings.

Me: [Pipe Shop].”

The caller has a high, squeaky voice, a dead giveaway that this is NOT a serious call.

Caller: “Yes, sir. Do you have Sir Walter Raleigh in a can?”

Oh, no, you don’t, kid!

Me: “One moment.”

Before the kid can respond, I put the phone down and holler loudly across the store.

Me: “Hey, [Assistant Manager], we got Sir Walter Raleigh…” *dramatic pause* “…in a can?

Assistant Manager: “Does he want the three-ounce tin or the fourteen-ounce can?”

Me: *To the caller* “Do you want the three-ounce tin or the fourteen-ounce can?”

Caller: “The fourteen-ounce can. Do you have Sir Walter Raleigh in a fourteen-ounce can?”

He feels that he has to repeat the key phrase for this to work.

Me: “One moment.”

Again, I set the phone down.

Me: “[Assistant Manager], he wants the fourteen-ounce can.”

I repeat the phrase, so that the kid can hear.

Me: “We got Sir Walter Raleigh in the fourteen-ounce can?

Assistant Manager: “Aromatic or Regular?”

Me: *To the phone* “Did you want the Regular or the Aromatic?” *Playing the good salesman* “The Regular is the Red Label and comes in a fourteen-ounce tin, whereas the Aromatic is the blue label and has only twelve ounces of tobacco.”

The caller is becoming agitated now but strangely determined.

Caller: “Uhh. Regular. Do you have Sir Walter Raleigh regular in a fourteen-ounce can?

Me: “One moment.” *Puts down the phone* “[Assistant Manager], he wants the Regular; we got any Sir Walter Raleigh Regular in the fourteen-ounce can?

We are both stifling giggles now.

Assistant Manager: “Does he want the cross cut or the long cut?”

Aha, he’s getting creative…

Me: *To the phone* “Long cut or cross cut?”

The kid is nearing the end of his patience and is nearly shouting into the phone.

Caller: “EITHER ONE. DO YOU HAVE SIR WALTER RALEIGH IN A CAN?”

He’s like a broken record.

Me: “Okay, then let me get this right. You want the Sir Walter Raleigh, Regular — that’s with the Red Label — either long cut or cross cut, in the fourteen-ounce can, is that right?”

Caller: “YES! YES! YES! DO YOU HAVE SIR WALTER RALEIGH IN A CAN?”

Me: “Nope.”

I hung up the phone.

We would have loved to have seen the kid’s face after all that. We both broke down laughing so hard that security guards from the mall passing by had to come in and find out what was so funny.