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Heavy Accusations

, , , , , | Right | April 13, 2021

I’m working part-time as a cashier for some extra cash in my second and third trimester of pregnancy. I work nights and happen to be the self-check “cashier” on this night. We are supposed to watch customers and our computer to make sure things are being rung out correctly, all items are scanned, etc.

We have handheld devices to scan heavier stuff so the customers don’t have to lift them out of their carts, just as a courtesy.

[Customer #1] has a twenty-four-pack of bottled water on the bottom of the cart.

Me: “Ma’am, would you like me to scan your water for you so you don’t have to lift it?”

Customer #1: “Sure! Thank you!”

I scan it for her and go about my normal duties. [Customer #2] has walked up to a machine at the machine directly next to [Customer #1]. I say hello to [Customer #2] and walk back to my station and turn to watch the machines.

I notice that [Customer #2] has a bunch of packs of soda on the bottom of her cart.

Me: “Oh! Ma’am, I’m sorry, would you like me to scan those for you so you don’t have to lift them?”

Customer #2: *Curtly* “No. I already did it. Go ahead and check.”

Me: “Okay, ma’am. I was just trying to help a little.”

I go back to my station and all is well, until…

[Customer #2] pays and starts to leave. I smile and tell her to have a nice night, and she shoves an extra basket with stuff she didn’t want at me.

Customer #2: “There. Now you can put all that back since you thought I was stealing.”

Me: “Excuse me? Ma’am…”

Customer #2:B****, you heard me! I wish that had hit your stomach, you racist b****!”

Me: *Trying to stay calm* “That wasn’t my intent. I was trying to help.”

Customer #2: “What the f*** ever. You were staring at us the whole time!” *Storms out*

My jaw drops and I start tearing up. [Customer #1] pops back up.

Customer #1: “Don’t worry, honey; you did nothing wrong. Here, take this cold water I got for the ride, and I’ll be calling management in the morning and explaining the whole thing. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I was too stunned and it happened too fast.”

Thank you, kind lady.

Not That Kind Of Loyalty Card

, , , , | Right | March 29, 2021

I work at a high-end salon as a receptionist. I get a call from a customer who hasn’t been in since 2018, but he’s still in the system. All I need, since this is a very high-end salon, is a card number to add on file. This is policy to protect the stylists, and we make no exceptions.

Customer: “I’m not putting no d*** card on file! I’m a loyal customer! Look at my file; you’ll see thirty or forty visits! I never paid with a card! Always cash!”

Me: “I’m very sorry, sir. I can contact the owner for you, but I can’t reserve the spot.”

Customer: “Go ahead and do that! And no matter what, I will be there at 2:00 tomorrow!”

First, I looked at his profile. He had been here all of nine times over two years ago. I called the owner, and he said not to worry about it and that I’d handled it correctly. So, let’s wait and see if he shows up tomorrow!

That Is Sew Amazing

, , , , | Right | March 10, 2021

My mom and I are on vacation. The left leg of my glasses falls off, and we search in vain for the tiny screw to put them back together. We don’t find it, and as I have to have them to see with, she SEWS the leg back on.

Later on, we take them to the local eyeglass store to get them fixed. It takes them an hour, which is fine by me.

When we are picking them up, the eye doctor who was working says this to me:

Eye Doctor: “I have seen them fixed with wire, straight pins, etc., but this is the first time I have seen a leg sewn on to glasses. Whoever did this should have been a surgeon, as it was done so neat that I had a hard time getting the thread loose.”

She had sewed the leg back on by taking the needle through the small holes on both sides of the hinge on the left side. I still have those frames and I am still wearing them over five years later.

I Am All Service Jobs!

, , , , , | Right | March 9, 2021

Outside of his day job, my boss was on the board of a certain city commission. One day, he came to me with an interesting offer. The commission only had a few paid employees, and one of them had just quit. I had two weeks of use-it-or-lose it vacation time coming up; would I be interested in temping over there during those two weeks? Not only could I earn some extra money, but I could also provide my boss with a report on conditions within the office; the board had concerns about employee turnover and day-to-day operations.

It was my third day of temping at the commission when this guy walked in asking about a business permit. I explained that he had the wrong department and he went off. This was the third office he’d been to this morning; he was sick of getting the runaround, didn’t anybody take responsibility for anything, this was why the city was going to h***, etc. The manager and the only other employee left in the office had both stepped out, so it was my privilege to deal with this gentleman.

Finally, I got a word in edgewise and asked who told him he could get a business permit here. He angrily showed me the form someone in another department gave him, with our address on it… except it wasn’t our address. He needed to go to an office at [Address] North, and this was [Address] South. He realized his mistake, but it was still my problem somehow and he continued griping at me all the way out the door.

After my two weeks of “working vacation” were up, I returned to my regular job. On my second day back, just after I pulled into the parking lot and stepped out of my car, I heard a familiar voice. It was the guy I met while I was temping.

“You again?” He said. “You work here, too? Good God! How many jobs do you have?”

Startled, I tried to explain how that was a temp job and this was my regular job, as if it was any of his business. He didn’t seem too impressed. Thankfully, his errand that day involved another agency in the same office park… not mine!

No Need To Get Heated

, , , , , | Friendly | March 5, 2021

My brother and his girlfriend are visiting a friend when their new puppy goes into heat. They don’t want her making a mess of the friend’s house, so [Brother] heads out to a nearby grocery store to get some baby diapers as he heard they were a good idea for dogs.

He gets to the aisle, and two other people are there. A woman is looking at diapers, and an older woman is looking at soap on the other side of the aisle. [Brother] realizes that he has no idea what size to get, so he calls his girlfriend, who stayed behind with the dog. She’s drunk.

Girlfriend: “You’re going to have to figure that out yourself.” *Hangs up*

So, [Brother] starts Googling what size baby diaper to get the dog. The old woman looking at soap comes over to my brother.

Old Busybody: “Was that your wife? You must be a young couple.”

Now, this is obviously none of her business in hindsight, but [Brother] likes to be nice and make conversation.

Brother: “My girlfriend, actually.”

But before he can explain anything else, the old busybody’s expression sours.

Old Busybody: “People like you are what’s wrong with the world!” *Stomps off*

Brother: *Bewildered* “But it’s for a dog!”

The other woman who was looking at diapers started laughing so hard, she had to take her mask off. The old busybody just glared and kept going.

[Brother] went home and told his girlfriend what had happened, and she laughed, too. She kind of wished she had gone, because, drunk or not, she would have sassed that old busybody up and down the aisle.