Faker Moaning About Faking

| Devon, England, UK | Right | September 22, 2015

(I use a wheelchair. The shop has customer wheelchairs marked very clearly with the name of the centre the shop is in. I’m supposed to be working on tills, but due to being short staffed, I’m helping out with stacking the shelves.)

Customer: “Excuse me?”

Me: “Yes?”

Customer: “I was wondering if I could use that wheelchair?”

(I assume she meant a wheelchair, rather than the one I’m currently sitting in.)

Me: “Of course. If you head over to the door, the security guy there can get one for you.”

Customer: “You want me to walk over?”

Me: “I’ll go and ask him. Feel free to take a seat, if it’s more comfortable for you.”

Customer: “No, it’s fine, thanks. I guess I’ll go ask myself. I mean, if I have to use one of those ugly things.”

Me: “Yeah, they’re not the best are they? But it’s really no trouble for me to go over there, if you want me to.”

(The customer shakes her head, and sits on one of the stacking stools, Maybe ten minutes later, she’s still sitting there, and all I’ve got left to shelve are things that are usually way above my head. Since I’m having a pretty good day, I figure what the hell, and start standing for short periods of time so shelve the lighter stuff, something I’m more than capable of doing.)

Customer: “How dare you!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “How dare you sit around in that chair all day, and then start standing up with boxes just like anyone else? People like you make my life so much harder, you know that?”

Me: “I’m sorry, I don’t understand what—”

Customer: “I have an invisible disability. People like you who go around faking for sympathy and making everyone think I’m a faker too.”

Me: “I have an invisible disability. Hence the chair.”

Customer: “Well, then you shouldn’t be standing up, should you?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but… you walked into the shop.”

Customer: “I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

Me: “You don’t?”

Customer: “I want to speak to your manager.”

(I radioed my manager over. She took a while to get there, so I carried on shelving. While I’m standing up, and my back is turned, the customer took my wheelchair and vanished off into the shop. At a loss for what to do, I took the stool she vacated and waited for my manager to show up, while the security guy at the door – visible from my aisle – took off after the woman. I sat there for almost an hour until security finally tracked the woman down in another shop in the centre. They tried for a while to get her to give my chair back, all while she accused them of discrimination, saying they think she’s an idiot who can’t tell the difference between a centre chair and mine because she’s disabled. Eventually, once security had radioed police, she gave it back. She was still sitting on the floor, yelling about fakers ruining her life, when the police arrived.)

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They Got The Free Brain At Birth

| WA, Australia | Right | September 18, 2015

(A woman is looking confused at a display of spray bottles, and calls me over.)

Customer: “Excuse me, what does this ‘Buy One, Get One Free’ mean on this ticket? Does it mean I buy one and get one free?”

Me: *unsure if there’s a hidden meaning I’m not aware of* “…Yes, it does.”

Customer: *cheerfully* “Okay, thanks!” *grabs one and walks away*

Receiving A Rum-Punch

| Scotland, UK | Working | September 16, 2015

(I’m at the supermarket about three minutes from my flat, doing a weekly shop, and grab a bottle of rum for a party I’m going to that night.)

Cashier: “ID, please?”

(I go to get it out my wallet, but it’s not there. After a brief moment of panic, I remember I took it out earlier while applying for a new job, and I’d left it with some paperwork in my bag at home.)

Me: “Crap, sorry, I left it in my bag—”

Cashier: *interrupting* “Then I can’t sell this to you.”

Me: “That’s all right. I’ll come back later.” *smiles*

(She gives me a funny look and I finish up, pay, and go home. About 15 minutes, later my flat-mate and I stop in at the same shop to get booze on our way to our friends’ party. I grab a bottle of the same rum and we go up to the checkout, with the same cashier from earlier.)

Cashier: “You were here earlier!”

Me: “Aye—”

Cashier: “Hope you’d get a different person on the til!?”

Me: “What? I—”

Cashier: “—and HE can’t buy it for you!” *gestures at my flat-mate, who’s looking quite amused*

Me: “He doesn’t need to—”

Cashier: “You can’t buy alcohol without an ID proving you’re over 18!”

(I’m normally a very patient person, but she’s interrupted me so much at this point, I lose my patience.)

Me: “Which is in my hand! I told you earlier I’d come back with my ID, which I have! As you can see I’m 21, so will you please just sell me my rum?!”

(She looks at the ID I’d been trying to give her for the entire interaction.)

Cashier: “Wait, you’re- you’re not under-aged! Most people who’ve ‘forgotten’ their ID are kids chancing it!”

Me: “Some, yes; not all. Now can I please buy the rum?”

(She finished the transaction looking a bit embarrassed, with my flat-mate giggling through his own purchase – ID and all.)

Makes You Very GLAD(os)

| HI, USA | Right | September 1, 2015

(I work for a local supermarket chain. We give out reward coupons after customers spend a certain amount that you can use for a number of things. One of these is a special item that changes each week. I notice my next customer is wearing a Portal shirt.)

Me: “Welcome to the Aperture Science [Store] Register. If you successfully finish this transaction and have a reward, there will be cake.”

Customer: *laughs* “The cake is a lie!”

Me: “Not so, sir.” *points to flier* “The reward this week is free cheesecake.”

Customer: *stares* “Seriously?”

Me: “Yup.”

Customer: “Could I… get one right now?”

Me: “If you have a reward, certainly.”

(Customer then proceeded to sprint off to grab a cheesecake and came back exclaiming “The cake’s not a lie!”)

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Cereal For Serial Late Shoppers

| England, UK | Friendly | August 28, 2015

(My flatmate and I often go to the supermarket at unusual times but for once we are there during the day.)

Announcer: “If you go to aisle 12, there is a variety of cereal on offer for this week only!”

Flatmate: “I don’t like that. When did they start doing that?”

Me: “They’ve always done it. Just not at the god-awful times that we come shopping!”

Flatmate: “Well, back to one am shopping it is, then.”

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