A Corn Chip Off The Old Country Block

, , , , , | Working | January 14, 2019

(I am a white woman. I am buying a brand of corn chip that comes with each chip rolled into a little tube, usually bright red, and touted as being very spicy. The guy behind the register is an older, white dude.)

Employee: *examining bag* “Can you eat these?”

Me: *assuming he’s referring to the spicy warning on the bag* “Oh, I don’t think they’re too spicy. I’m not even a spicy fiend and I think these are good. You should try them sometime.”

Employee: “No, I mean, I thought this was supposed to be for the Hispanics.”

Me: *taken aback* “Uh… Well, I mean, I don’t think it’s ‘for’ anyone specifically.”

(He gives me a dubious look.)

Me: *after a pause* “I can eat them, too.”

(He didn’t say anything else, but he looked very skeptical. It was so weird. I told a friend of mine about it later, who IS Hispanic, and she thought it was hilarious. Now, whenever we go out somewhere together and she’s coveting whatever food I’ve ordered, no matter what it is, she’ll act like she’s taking it away while saying sadly, “I’m sorry, [My Name], but this isn’t FOR you. It’s for Hispanics.”)

Exploding Over Turkeys Happens Outside The Holidays

, , , , , | Right | January 10, 2019

(I work in a bakery at a chain grocery store, but I am also cross-trained in the deli department, which is connected to the bakery. We just hired some new people, and I am scheduled to work in the bakery at the same time as a trainee is working in the deli by herself. The manager asks me if I can keep an eye on her in case she needs help, and I happily agree. It’s also important to note that we just switched some of our deli meat brands and flavors after we finished training our new employees, so some of the meats that we had when she first started training we either no longer carry or we carry it in a different brand. I’m working in my department when I hear this:)

Coworker: “Good afternoon, sir. Can I help you with something?”

Customer: “I would like some oven-roasted turkey.”

Coworker: “Okay. Would you like [Brand #1] or [Brand #2]?”

(Somehow, this question sets him off. He turns red in the face and starts yelling at my poor coworker.)

Customer: “You are so incompetent! Do you not know what you are doing? How hard is it to slice some meat?!”

(He goes on, and my coworker is too shocked to say anything. I step in to see if I can defuse the situation.)

Me: “[Coworker], are you okay?”

Coworker: “I just asked what brand he wanted because I couldn’t remember if we had the same flavor in another brand…”

Me: *to the man, as sweet and cheery as I can be* “Can I help you with something, sir?”

Customer: “NO! This entire store is filled with incompetent people! I just asked for some meat and she can’t slice it for me? How hard can it be to slice some meat?! I just want some meat!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. We are currently switching our brands, and my coworker was confused about which brand of turkey you wanted, Did you want [Brand #1] or did you want [Brand #2]?”

Customer: *throwing a temper tantrum at this point* “I just want some meat! How hard is that?! You are all incompetent, and I will never shop here again! I’m about to leave and I will never come back!”

(I can deal with rude customers, but at some point, a switch just goes off in me, and I’ll be d***ed if I’ll let a customer talk about my coworkers like this. However, instead of blowing up at rude customers, I have a different tactic.)

Me: *with a sweet, peppy smile* “All right, sir! Well, you have a good day! Thank you for shopping at [Grocery Store Chain].”

(The man looks like he is about to lay an egg — just totally shocked. He shakes out of it, and angrily grabs his cart and goes to check out.)

Me: *to coworker* “You okay?”

Coworker: “Yeah… I just asked him a question.”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. Some people are just jerks.”

(I went back to my work and our shifts continued normally. He must have had a bad day, because there is no way that turkey is so important that you have to have a meltdown in the middle of the store over it. That employee left a couple months later; most people don’t stay too long. I still work here, but I graduate school soon, so hopefully, I will never have to deal with rude customers like him again! If I do have a rude customer, I just kill them with kindness.)

I’m Going To Pencil You Down As A “No”

, , , , , , | Right | January 10, 2019

(I’m a cashier in a grocery store that does a lot of donation drives, so sometimes customers get really upset when they happen back to back. That was the case for this story:)

Me: “All right, your total is going to be [dollar amount] today. We’re doing a back-to-school donation drive to give supplies to local schools. Would you like to give a pack of pencils for—“

Customer: *interrupting me* “NO! I’ve been a teacher for nineteen years. Kids don’t use pencils to write; they use them to stab each other!”

Me: *pause* “Okay.”

Unfiltered Story #136308

, , , | Unfiltered | January 9, 2019

(A woman comes through my line with a cart full of supplies for her new puppy. Her total comes to almost $300. She gives me a $20 bill, and the rest of the total in $1 bills.)

Me: Haha, you must be a waitress.

Customer: I’m a dancer, actually. I just don’t like to stick around at the end of the night to trade my money in for larger bills.

The Mother (And Father) Of All Fake IDs

, , , , , | Working | December 21, 2018

(It’s my 21st birthday. I’m out to dinner with my family. I am on the fence about ordering a drink, as I’ve never had any sort of alcohol. My parents offer to pay for it, since I’m not driving. I decide to get a small mixed drink.)

Waiter #1: “Can I see your ID?”

Me: “Sure.”

(He looks it over, hands it back with no comment, and walks away. A few minutes later, he comes back with my drink and a second waiter.)

Waiter #2: “Um… [Mixed drink]?”

Me: “Oh, that’s mine.”

Waiter #2: “Can I see your ID?”

Me: “The other guy already checked it, but sure… I guess so.”

(I pull my ID back out and hand it over. Both waiters stare at it, turn it in multiple directions, and hold it up to the light.)

Waiter #2: “Dude, that’s not fake. It has all the watermarks, and the picture looks just like her. And this is obviously her family. Here you go, miss.” *places my drink in front of me and walks away*

Me: “Seriously? You think I’d try to pass a fake ID in front of my parents?

Waiter #1: “Um… the rest of your sodas will be right up.” *hands my ID back to me and quickly walks away*

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