Unfiltered Story #193973

, , | Unfiltered | May 13, 2020

(I’m working the closing shift. Two older women come through and I scan all their items and start to go into subtotal when one of the women stops me.)

Woman: “These are supposed to be buy one get one free, that didn’t ring up.”

(She points out the buy one get one free stickers on each, looking at me expectantly. Already I know this isn’t right, as I’ve had previous costumers that have bought that brand throughout the week and the doughnuts havent rung up on sale nor have any customers complained. I’m also training for another job in the store where one of the duties is to pull the stickers off items that are no longer on sale.)

Me: “Oh, were they from the back of the shelf?” (Sometimes not all the stickers are taken off boxes in the back of the shelf due to being missed or new boxes being stocked.)

Woman: *huffs* “No.”

(I know the tags for that sale should’ve been pulled off so I go quick check, under the guise of looking for a sign for the sale. Sure enough the boxes of that brand are all shuffled around and messy, and I can even see all the visable boxes have little remnants of the sale tags from last week. I walk back up to my register and see a bit of a line has formed, even with it being late.)

Me: “Looks like those were on sale last week,-” (I start to explain she’ll have to pay full price for now then come back the next day when customer service is open and explain the situation ((which I’d explain as well)) so she can get the discount, but she interrupts me.)

Woman “The tags are there you have to give them to me buy one get one free!”

Me: (not knowing how to execute that on my register) “Ma’am, I’m sorry I’m not trained to do that yet-”

Woman: “Just void it off!”

(I look at my line of waiting customers and do so with an internal sigh, I finish her transaction and write a note for the morning manager about what happened and to have someone double check that brand for sale stickers.)

(I’m pretty sure she and her friend dug through the doughnut display to find two boxes with sale stickers so she could get one free. The kicker, with her store card she already saved almost the entire price of one box anyway…)

Unfiltered Story #193963

, , | Unfiltered | May 12, 2020

(I’m unfortunately on my least favorite register shift 6 pm to 1:15 am. I am the only person in the store other than the five or so night stockers who are scattered throughout the store. It’s a Thursday, so it hasn’t been too busy, but still I’m getting a fair amount of people coming in and buying alcohol. A group of 3 teens about my age or younger, so 18-20, come in ask where the ATM is, I show them then go back to my register. About ten minutes later, they’re at my register with a few two liters of store brand lemon lime soda, a bottle of store brand coke and one of those huge bottles of grape Hawaiian Punch. I start scanning their items.)

Customer #1: (after I’ve finished scanning and have asked for their store card then put in the store’s because they don’t have one) “So… Do you think this’ll make good jungle juice?”

Customer #2: “You know, without the coke.”

(I’m slightly shocked, because they don’t look old enough to drink, and they aren’t buying alcohol, but I’m not stupid, a lot of teens like to party. Now, I don’t drink, I drank once on new year’s and not enough to actually get drunk, only one or two wine coolers. I do know what jungle juice is though, and it’s late, so I humor them.)

Me: “I wouldn’t know, sir, I actually don’t drink. Your total is [total].

Customer #1: “What?? Really?” (I nod)

Customer #3: “Well, some people have morals, I guess.” (I struggle not to laugh)

(They pay and I sticker/bag their drinks, say my usual ‘have a great night’)

Customer #2: (as they’re leaving) “You should start drinking!”

Me : (in my head) “No thanks, please leave now.”

Actual Veterans Would Like To Have A Word With You

, , , | Right | May 10, 2020

I’m working the till at the supermarket and it’s the fourth week into lockdown. Bread is the Italians’ staple food and people have started to bake it at home, so yeast is in high demand.

Customer: “It’s like wartime! You’re out of yeast and sourdough! It’s such an encumbrance, having to queue at the bakery every day!”

Me: “I understand, madam. However, if your freezer is big enough, you could buy it in a batch and freeze it.”

The customer is all suddenly all stroppy and toffee-nosed.

Customer: “Oh, no, no, no. Because then it tastes off. Like it was underdone, you see.”

So, this is her idea of wartime, having to queue at the baker’s because reheated bread tastes “off”? I guess all those people who lived through actual wartime have been hyping their stories a lot, then.

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A Blitz Of Reactions

, , , , , | Right | May 9, 2020

We are three weeks into lockdown. I am stacking shelves when a grumpy old man grumbles down the aisle.

Grumpy Old Man: “This is ridiculous! You have nothing left!”

Me: “We do have lots of supplies, sir. We are limiting the quantity customers can each purchase, and we have new stock that just arrived and we’re trying to get it all out as fast as possible. If you’re looking for something specific, I can go check the back for you.”

Grumpy Old Man: “This is all an overreaction! You young people are too scared! In the Blitz, we didn’t lock down or hide at home! We walked the streets with our heads up, proud and unafraid!”

A younger man in the same aisle speaks up.

Younger Man: “The bloody bombs weren’t contagious, you f****** eejit!”

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Unfiltered Story #193841

, , | Unfiltered | May 6, 2020

(I am cashiering one of those small register express lanes, 15 items or less. A woman and her kids are my next guests, I asks for her membership card, scan that, then start scanning their items and placing them in a bag. Her youngest son keeps trying to hand me the bananas they got from the stores free for children fruit basket.)

Me: *handing the fruit back, honestly I find it adorable not annoying* “No sweetie, you hold on to those, they’re yours,”

(The mom gets a call and answers her cellphone.)

Woman: *immediately* “I’m at the register, I’ll call you back.” *to me* “I’m sorry about that.”

Me: “Oh no, it’s fine, that’ll be [total].”

(She pays and I say my usual parting spiel, waving bye to her kids. Honestly I haven’t had many people who talk on their phones whole I’m cashiering, but the few times its happened, they’ve just been rude when I try to politely get their attention while trying to serve them. That woman and her cute kids made my work day a lot better!)