I make a quick to Home Depot to pick up a few items for a project I’m working on. I run very early in the morning and decided to go to the hardware store after my morning run. I’m wearing bicycle shorts, a tank top, cute knee high socks with cats in them, running shoes, and a bandana.

I’m in the trim department and need 5 ft of trim. There is a cut station nearby and being Saturday morning no employees in sight. No big deal the saws are there so I measure and cut my piece.

Just as I finish an older man comes around the corner to the cut station.

Man: Oh you don’t work here do you?

I look at my outfit which in no way is remotely close to a Home Depot employee.
Me: No sorry.

He frowns and shift his weight. Looks at the cut station and back to me. I realize he must want something cut.

Me: Yeah I didn’t want to wait for anyone.

I put my trim in the cart and place the excess in the bin of shorter pieces. I turn to leave and he was just standing there. Don’t know if he got any help but glad to know Home Depot is so liberal with there employee dress code!

(I worked at a popular sandwich restaurant for a few months, and while I encountered many snippy customers and strange orders(meatball and tuna sub??) this one remains to be the most ridiculous)
Customer: Hi I’d like three sandwiches please.
Me: Alright
(I make her three sandwiches)
Me: Alright m’am, would you like a bag for ten cents?
Customer: Excuse me? When did you start charging for bags?
Me: Well, we always have. It’s California state law actually, legally we’re supposed to charge for all plastic bags.
Customer: I’m pretty sure that’s only for grocery stores, I’ve never had to pay for a plastic bag at this location before.
Me: I’m sorry m’am, I along with my other coworkers were reminded by our manager to enforce the law.
Customer: Well, I want a bag, but I don’t want to pay for it.
(I take a moment to process what she just said)
Me: I can’t give you a bag unless you pay for it, m’am.
Customer: Ugh, whatever.
(After she left my coworker and I had a good laugh about it. It astonishes me how many people didn’t want to pay a dime for a plastic bag.)

I’m the customer in this story. Today my wife and I went to a cafe for lunch in a town I visit for work once or twice a year. The server stopped by and took our drink order, then brought our drinks. She started to ask if we were ready to order and realized we didn’t have any menus. A few minutes later she brings the menus, starts to hand them to us, and then comes out with this jewel as she is handing me my menu:
Waitress – “So, are we ready to order?”
Me – “No, I think we’re going to need a few minutes.”

I am at a large art museum in New York. As I am walking by an elevator there is a group of about 5 people standing by the elevator. I then hear this:

Employee: May I help any of you?

Group member: Yes, I was wondering how to get down from here.

Employee: Well, just push the down button right there and then one of the elevators will come.

Group member: Oh, ok.

They looked pretty embarrassed after that.

(For my job, we fill online orders, then we call customers to let them know it’s ready to pickup. If a customer calls us back, but the person who was filling their order has left, everyone else in the department can look up the order and review it for the customer. This happened at the end of the day, when I am by myself. I’m trying to stay busy until it is time for me to leave when the phone rings.)
Me: (Store, Department). This is (My name), how can I help you?
Customer: (too quiet to understand).
Me: Hello?
Customer (still too quiet to understand).
Me: Hello? Can I get your name?
Customer: Um…. is (Coworker 1) there?
Me: No, he’s gone for the day.
Customer: Oh, what about (Coworker 2)?
Me: She’s also gone. This is (My name).
Customer: Oh. I’ll call back later. (Hangs up.)
(I’ve spoken with this customer a few times on the phone before, but I’ve never been able to get her name.)