Tastes Like Bad Parenting
(A woman and her roughly 14-year-old daughter are standing in front of the family planning section.)
Mother: “Here, taste this one.”
Daughter: “Ew, it tastes like rubber bands!”
Me: *walking over to see what is going on* “Can I help you?”
Mother & Daughter: *simultaneously* “No, nothing is going on!”
Me: *perplexed as to what I’m seeing* “Why are all these packages of condoms open?!”
Mother: “We just wanted to taste them before we bought them!”
Me: “Uhm, no. You can’t just open them!”
Mother: “Well, geez! You don’t have to get mad about it! I want to speak to a manager!”
Me: “Ma’am, my manager will tell you the same thing. Please stop tasting the condoms with your daughter. You should pay for all of these!”
Mother & Daughter: *giggles and runs out of the department leaving behind all the open condoms*
(For what it’s worth, we sold flavored condoms, but they didn’t taste any of those!)
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
