Old Man Behaves Like Big Baby When Confronted With A Real One

, , , , , | Working | November 9, 2018

We just returned from the hospital after the birth of our son. The birth itself started at 5:00 pm and took over 24 hours. Naturally, even after one week in the hospital my wife is merely holding on, trying to get as much sleep at a time and generally moving like a robot with a near-dead battery.

Nevertheless, we decide to go grocery shopping; after a week in the hospital we have almost nothing fresh left at home.

The baby is not very content with the first drive in the stroller and decides that he definitely needs to be held in someone’s arms — otherwise he screams his head off — so I carry him through the store, which, of course, means my wife needs to handle all the produce.

Due to our lack of mobility we decide to use a traditional register as opposed to the self-scanning we regularly use. While my wife is very slowly putting the products on the conveyor belt, an old couple behind us simply starts to load their items on the belt, which means we can no longer place our remaining items, as the belt moves much faster than my wife. Luckily, she manages to put most of it on the belt and simply tells the cashier what’s left in the cart so she can ring it up manually.

After she manages to grab the wallet out of my pocket and pay for our stuff, we start loading the items into our stroller, which is empty due to the baby in my arms.

Naturally, the old man behind us decides it’s now his turn to bag his items, as well, and he literally pushes past my wife while mumbling, “I need to get my groceries, too, you know!”

The cashier, an older woman I never perceived as very friendly before, sternly looks at my wife and tells her to go home and sit down for a while. She literally leaves the old guy’s wife standing there waiting to pay for her items, exits her booth, and helps my wife to load the remaining items into our cart.

I have never ever seen any cashier bagging items in this country where the customer is expected to do this himself. Thank you very much for the support in our difficult situation. The longer I am a parent, the more I feel that only people who have kids themselves know how tough certain situations are.

Unfiltered Story #118232

, , | Unfiltered | August 17, 2018

I am from germany but recently I’ve moved to switzerland. The languages are quite similiar but the swiss people are very picky about this, so I figured I should learn it as fast as I could even though I’ve got problems with the correct pronunciation. There are however a few words I already know, like “ruebli” beeing another word for carrots, for example.

I just started working at a take-away/restaurant.

Me: Gruezi, how can I help you?

Male Customer: Gruezi, I would like to know what’s inside the veggie salad?

Me: It’s made with lettuce, tomatos, ruebli-

Male Customer: I’m sorry, with what?

Me: Lettuce, tomatos, ruebli-

Male Customer: Sorry, I didn’t understand. What was it after the tomatos?

Me: Ruebli.

Male Customer: *leaning closer to me* What?

Me: *starting to get quite uncomfortable* …ruebli… you know… like… carrots?

He then started laughing at me and didn’t stop for a whole five minutes, pointing his finger at me, while I was getting smaller and smaller, totally embarassed. After this he bought his salad and left.

I never tried speaking swiss-german after this again.

A Huffle-Huff Talking To A Slyther-In

, , | Right | August 15, 2018

(I work at a take-away restaurant. It’s already afternoon, ten minutes until closing time. The whole day has been really busy, and my coworker and I are trying to keep up with the work as best as we can. I am currently at the other side of the store, cleaning, when I see that a couple has entered and is waiting at the counter. Immediately I put my broom aside and rush over to them, quickly washing my hands on the way.)

Me: *trying to catch my breath* “Hello!” *inhale* “Good evening!” *inhale* “Excuse me.” *clearing my throat and putting on a welcoming smile* “What can I get for you?”

(The couple gives me a strange looks. Then, the man comes closer to the counter, dramatically imitating my panting, while looking at me as if I am some kind of degenerated monkey.)

Customer: *HUFF HUFF HUFF* “Are you finished yet, or do we have to wait some more time until we can place our order?”

(They then bought two small sandwiches and proceeded to stay way past closing time, leaving a huge mess behind.)

Unfiltered Story #117863

, | Unfiltered | August 8, 2018

(An Indian client came to the spa reception at 9pm and asked to book a massage. I told him that the massages end at an earlier time, apologize, and tell him about availabilities on the next day.)

Customer: “Why is everything closing so early in this country? There’s nothing to do; it’s so boring! I can’t wait to go home to India. You know I think you Swiss people are just lazy and don’t like to work!”

Soup Of The Fray

, , , , | Right | August 4, 2018

(I work at a take-away restaurant. It is a quiet evening, so I stand in the kitchen, washing the dishes, while my boss is taking orders at the register. I can hear her serving a customer, and then she comes into the kitchen and tells me that she’ll be at the warehouse for a while. I continue with my work until I hear an angry voice from outside, so I get out to check what’s up. A woman is standing at the register with a bowl of soup. When she sees me, she starts to shout even louder.)

Customer: “HELLO?! HELLO?! How long do I have to wait here until you come?”

Me: “Good evening. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you sooner. How may I help you?”

Customer: “Your coworker just made me this soup, and I can’t eat it!

Me: “I am sorry, ma’am. What’s wrong with it?”

(The woman grabs a spoon and starts to stir aggressively in her soup.)

Customer: “You see this? This soup is too liquid! I can’t eat this!”

Me: “Uh… If you want, I can add more vegetables and chicken in your soup—”

Customer: “I DON’T WANT THIS F****** SOUP ANYMORE! THIS SOUP IS S***!”

Me: “Ma’am, I am terribly sorry that the soup is not to your tastes, but—”

Customer: “HOW DARE YOU SELL ME THIS SH**TY SOUP?! IT’S TOO LIQUID! I WANT MY MONEY BACK!”

Me: “All right, but you’ll have to wait until my boss comes back, because I am not authorized to do this.”

(She then continues to scream insults at me, getting more and more aggressive to the point that I think she will throw the soup at me, and going on about how the soup is too liquid for her tastes, until I’ve had enough.)

Me: “Would you please shut your mouth?! I’ve already apologized several times to you, and that’s all I can do for now. What… do… you… want from me?!”

Customer: “THE SOUP IS TOO LIQUID!”

Me: “That’s because it is soup; it’s meant to be liquid! Maybe you should’ve gotten a sandwich instead!”

(At this moment my boss returns. Without saying a word, she goes straight to the register and hands the woman her money back.)

Customer: “This place is awful! I’m never coming again!”

Boss: “We’re more than happy to hear that; now please get out of here.”

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