They Know Chocolate Comes From South America, Right?

Customer: “Why is this [Chocolate Bar] white?”

Me: “It’s a special edition for Christmas.”

Customer: “Is it only for white people?”

Me: “What?”

Customer: “Can only white people buy it?”

Me: “No, anyone can. The white means there’s white chocolate inside.”

Customer: *ignoring me* “It must be. Why else would it be white? It’s British, and I am a proud Briton! No blacks allowed, just as Britain should be. I’ll take it.”

(I sell him the bar, albeit in silence, as I would prefer he not speak more. As he leaves, I give a look to my manager beside me who has seen and heard the entire encounter. She’s glaring at him as he leaves. He takes one step outside and comes back inside.)

Customer: “IT HAS ‘SWISS’ ON THE BOX! THIS S*** ISN’T BRITISH AT ALL! I WANT A REFUND!”

Manager: *before I can even open my mouth* “I assume you’re aware of our policies? Once foodstuffs have left the store, we reserve the right to refuse a refund, and I’m refusing to refund you.”

Customer: “BUT I WAS ONLY OUTSIDE FOR A SECOND!”

Manager: *grinning* “I know. Isn’t life wonderful?”

(He grunts and storms away.)

Manager: “ENJOY YOUR CHOCOLATE BAR!”

(Once outside again, he stands next to a bin and glares at us. He motions with the bar suggesting he would insert it into himself via the “back door” before throwing it away. He smirks at us and then blushes.)

Customer: “I’M NOT A F****** [GAY SLUR]!”

(He then ran away.)