Dealing With A Spot Of Bother

| Bristol, England, UK | Right | December 1, 2015

(I work in a small store, and I find that customers talk to the staff more than anywhere I’ve worked. I currently have a fairly large spot in the middle of my forehead, which I am too lazy to cover with makeup but no one has commented on all night. An hour before we close, this happens:)

Customer: “You look like you’ve been shot in the head!”

Me: “Mhm…”

Customer: “I’d know; I used to be a police officer.”

Me: *nods, clearly uncomfortable as he’s speaking quite loudly in a small store*

Customer: “Well, you ladies have a nice night now! Look after that bullet wound!” *laughs and leaves*

Coworker: *to me* “…I hope he gets shot in the head.”

Shut Down Your Argument

| Warrington, England, UK | Working | November 25, 2015

(It is 8:50 pm. I am a customer, arriving to do my shopping. I find that the supermarket doors are mostly closed. I see an employee in a kiosk.)

Me: “Are you closed?”

Employee: “No, we close at 10:00.”

Me: “That’s what I thought, but three of the shutters are down.”

Employee: “Yes, we do that so that we don’t get a rush of customers at the last minute.”

Me: “So, people who can be bothered to find the open entrance are allowed in?”

Employee: “You’d be surprised how many people can’t be bothered.”

Me: *trying not to laugh* “Right. Thanks.”

Puts The A** Into Harass

| UK | Working | November 19, 2015

(My mother has taken my 91-year-old grandfather to the supermarket. He is very frail and has short term memory problems so cannot react quickly. He is standing near the car while Mum locks the doors when a supermarket employee pushes a row of supermarket trollies towards him at speed. Mum dives out and grabs the front trolley just before it hits Grandad.)

Mum: *angrily* “Careful! You almost hit him.”

Worker: “You can’t speak to me like that; that’s harassment!”

Mum: “…and nearly knocking over a man in his 90’s isn’t?”

Can’t Talk Your Way Out Of That One

| Methuen, MA, USA | Right | November 14, 2015

(I’m scanning a customer’s groceries. Everything is going normally, and then she says out of the blue:)

Customer: “Do you like my shirt?”

(It’s a shirt for a cancer awareness walk.)

Me: “Sure, it’s a nice shirt.”

Customer: “Yeah. I had cancer, you know.”

Me: “Oh, no! But you’re cancer-free now, I hope?”

Customer: “Yes. But I don’t like to talk about it.”

Me: “…Have a nice day.”

One Of The DVDs Should Have Been ‘What Women Want’

| Peterborough, England, UK | Romantic | November 13, 2015

(I’m about a half hour into a four-hour shift and it’s the end of my work week, so I’m not totally with it. My till is fairly empty, but there are queues forming either side of me. I get the attention of a customer on the till opposite me and he comes over. I put his three DVDs through the till with some general chit-chat, and he starts packing up the DVDs in a backpack.)

Customer: “Do you have a name?”

Me: “It’s on my badge.”

Customer: “How old are you?”

Me: “23.”

Customer: “That’s the same age as me. Do you have a number?”

Me: “Err… why?”

Customer: “Isn’t it obvious?”

Me: “Not really.”

(At this point, I turn to the next customer in the line. My DVD customer is STILL bagging his items.)

Me: “Would you possibly be able to shuffle round so I can serve these customers?”

Customer: “I don’t get why you won’t give me your number.”

Me: “I don’t get why you don’t get that I don’t give out my number to random strangers, sir.”

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