Driving This Return Backwards

| Oshawa, ON, Canada | Right | December 29, 2016

(It’s a couple of days after Christmas and we’re getting a lot of items returned to our store. A man comes up to me holding a small car – only a few centimetres long – and a remote control.)

Man: “Hi, my kids got this for Christmas, but it doesn’t work – it only drives backwards. Can I switch it out for another one?”

Me: “Of course! Right this way.”

(I take him to our section of remote controlled toys. We sell a few cars that are the same size as the one he’s carrying and I start looking at these, picking them up to identify which one he has.)

Man: “No, it was a car from this.”

(To my surprise, he points to a large set which includes tracks, two cars, and two controls, which goes for $120. My eyes widen.)

Me: “Sir, I’m sorry, but you’ll have to bring the entire toy in to exchange.”

Man: “What? But why?”

Me: “Because it was sold as one unit, sir; it needs to be returned as one unit.”

Man: “But it’s just the car that doesn’t work.”

Me: “I’m sorry; we need the whole thing to return it.”

Man: “Can’t you just open this box and give me one of the cars from it?”

Me: “No, sir, I cannot. You’ll have to return the entire set to exchange for a new one.”

(He walked off looking annoyed that he couldn’t just get the car itself. I laughed about it with my coworkers afterwards.)

They Slipped Up With Their Scam

| Daytona Beach, FL, USA | Right | December 15, 2016

(I work at a very popular children’s toy store. We often have incidents where children drop or spill drinks or food, and their parents don’t tell anyone and leave it all for us to discover… eventually.)

Coworker: *over walkie* “I need a manager to the baby department; we have a guest who slipped and fell in a puddle of something.”

Manager: “[My Name], can you get a mop and wet floor sign?”

Me: “Sure.”

(While cleaning up the mess, I hear the manager call employees up to write incident statements, as well as the guest and her friend to fill out statements and a few others standing around that may have seen something.)

Guest: *finishes filling out the form* “I can’t believe how careless your employees are to have just left a spill there! I’m going to be calling your corporate office and complaining!” *leaves*

Coworker #2: *about twenty minutes later* “So [Manager] showed me the security footage. We have, from four different angles, video of the two girls walking up, pouring their own drink on the floor, and one pretending to slip in it.”

(Needless to say, I doubt they’d seen any kind of pity from Corporate once my manager had sent the video clips.)

Never Graduated Past The Interview

| CA, USA | Working | November 3, 2016

(It is the summer of 2011. I have recently graduated from university and am looking for at least a part-time job. I decide to apply for a position at a toy store that’s been in my hometown for years, and I am called in for an interview. I am first interviewed by the store owner’s daughter, and everything seems to be going well until…)

Owner’s Daughter: “Okay, great! You seem like you’d be an awesome fit. My mother would like to talk to you, though, before you leave.”

Me: “Okay, sure. No problem.”

(The owner shows up, and she does not look particularly thrilled to speak with me; in fact, she looks downright disgruntled. She sits down in front of me without even shaking my hand or saying hello.)

Owner: “Okay, let me just ask you a few questions and then you can be on your way.”

Me: “Sounds good.”

Owner: “So, it says here on your résumé that you just graduated from college.”

Me: “Yes, I did. Just a month ago.”

Owner: “So you’re no longer in school.”

Me: “Nope.”

Owner: “And you’re not going back at the end of the summer.”

Me: “Well… no. I’m done with school. I graduated.”

Owner: “Are you sure?”

Me: *perplexed* “Yes. I am absolutely sure I graduated from college and won’t be returning at the end of summer.”

Owner: “It’s just that we’ve gotten some employees in the past who said they were all done with college, and by August, they quit and went back to school. I don’t want that happening again.”

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Owner: “So I want to make sure you’re telling me the truth.”

(By this point, I am absolutely flabbergasted by this woman’s complete and utter distrust of me. In fact, by the tone of her voice, she sounds downright accusatory. However, I keep my cool and stay polite.)

Me: “Well, you won’t have to worry. I assure you that I’ve graduated from college and I won’t be going back.”

Owner: *hesitantly* “All right, then. We’ll get back to you.”

(Not only did I not get hired, but also, when I tried contacting the owner asking what the status was on the job, I either was connected to voicemail or never received an email response. For about six months afterward, whenever I went to a job interview, I would always bring a copy of my college transcript to show the interviewer just in case they were paranoid that I was lying about my education. Turned out I dodged a bullet, anyway — I learned later that it was an absolute nightmare to work at that store, and the owner was always seeking new employees due to a high turnover rate!)

Speaking Clear Anglish

| Canada | Right | May 30, 2016

(The store where I work has just gotten new pin pads to replace the old ones. The newer pads have a slimmer design and therefore do not fit properly in the holders designed for the old pads. The store has yet to replace the holders so in the meantime the cashiers are instructed to warn customers that, if they insert their card too quickly, it may go underneath the reader. Most people get it after only one or two tries. On this particular day an elderly gentleman approaches my cash.)

Me: “Hi there, did you find everything you were looking for today?”

Customer: *grunts*

(I go through the transaction as normal.)

Me: “All right, and how will you be paying today?”

Customer: *ignores me, jams card underneath the reader* “It’s not working.”

Me: “Oh, you just have it underneath the reader there; remove your card and try again. Just be careful because these readers are new—”

(The customer ignores me again and tries to twist his card into the slot. Fearing he may break his card, I politely ask if I may show him how to do it.)

Me: “It’s kind of tricky; you just need to angle your card up a little and it slides right in, see?” *demonstrating the method to him* “Here you go!” *I hand him the pin pad with his card already inserted*

Customer: *yanks card out of reader and shoves it back underneath again* “It’s still not working! WHY WON’T IT WORK?!”

(By this point I’m getting frustrated, but I force myself to remain calm and friendly.)

Me: “It just takes a little patience. Try inserting your card at this angle.” *I demonstrate with a gift card that was lying around*

(For the next several minutes this goes back and forth. I insert his card for him and he removes it, shoving it in the wrong way again. A line is forming behind him and other customers are getting upset. Eventually an older woman, seeming to be his wife, comes up behind him.)

Wife: “[Husband], are you still here? What’s taking so long?!”

Customer: “This stupid machine is broken!” *jams card in reader again*

Wife: *to me* “Is the reader broken?”

(I explain to her the way the reader works and why sometimes it’s difficult to insert the card. The wife then takes the card from her husband, follows my instructions, and the rest of the transaction goes smoothly. While I’m handing her the receipt, she explains to her husband what he was doing wrong.)


(They leave. The next customer walks up to the register.)

Customer #2: “Wow, what an idiot.” *jams card underneath the reader* “Wait, what’s wrong with this thing?”

Me: *sighs*

Partly To Blame

| CA, USA | Right | May 19, 2016

(Our front door is a Dutch door so on nice days we have the top half open and the bottom half closed. A family closes the top and comes in.)

Customer: “Are you open?”

Me: “Yes.”

Customer: “But your sign says closed.”

Me: “That’s because the top half of the door is supposed to be open.”

(She stares at the door for a minute.)

Customer: “Oh. Guys, they want to only partly open.”

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