I have worked in hospitality for years and thought I had seen it all…til today.

We’re a local pub with a strong sense of community. One of our longterm regulars lost his wife after a long illness so, naturally, we were hosting the funeral. We reserved the dining side and put signs in the window explaining what was going on.

A fellow went to sit at one of the reserved tables so I went over to explain the situation…

“I’m really sorry, sir but these tables are reserved as we’re expecting a funeral party soon.”

*looking at the sign on the table* “So I can’t sit here?”

“Terribly sorry but no, not today sire I’m afraid. We have this whole side reserved for the funeral party. You are more than welcome to site on the bar side though”

*borderline aggressive* “I came all the way from [neighbouring town] for this!”

I wasn’t delighted with the attitude thrown at me so I tried a more direct approach

“I am sorry, sir, but one of our regulars lost his wife so it’s the least we can do to for him and his family”

“Yes but I travelled all the way from [neighbouring town]!”

I apologised one final time and he wandered over to the bar side, looked around and announced to my colleague that it ‘wasn’t good enough’ that he couldn’t have a table!

Sadly, he was one of five separate people to be annoyed that we had tables reserved for the funeral…

(I work in the marketing department of my store and we’re currently promoting the store credit card we offer by setting up a table with several signs and pamphlets sitting out. I’ve been at the table for 6 hours, have had several people sign up, but most people just want the candy we’ve set out, when an older woman walks up)

Woman: And what are you selling here?
Me: Our [store credit card] that we offer with no annual fee and great-
Woman: (interrupting me) Oh no, I can’t get that, because (drops her voice to a whisper) they’re connected with abortions
(She takes a piece of candy and walks away)

(I am working in the concession stand of an amusement park. A customer had just ordered, and was about to pay. He hands me his credit card. Due to us having a new cash register system, the credit card scanner does not work, so I have to enter the  numbers manually)
Customer: What are you doing?
Me: I have to enter the credit card numbers manually with our new system.
Customer: You are just trying to steal my credit card information!
Me: Sir, I promise I am not trying to steal your credit card information.
Customer: No, you are memorizing the numbers so you can steal my credit card information.
Me: Sir, I have entered 50 credit cards so far today, I could not possibly remember the numbers, even if I wanted to.
Customer: Uh, fine. But if I have any unauthorized charges on my credit card then I am coming back here to find you!
Me: Okay, Sir.
(He never did return.)

(me and a friend are waiting in the recruitment office, when suddenly the tornado warning sounds off)

Recruiter: either there’s a tornado, or we’re being bombed by the Russians.

A man comes into the store with his two children, a girl of about five and a boy around two. As he’s paying for their candy, the boy comes around the register so that he can see me (since he can’t see over the counter).

Boy: “I stinky!”
He pronounces it “sting”-y, but I can smell his diaper from where I’m standing, so it’s not hard to figure out what he means.
Me: *laughing* “You’re stinky?”
Boy: *proudly* “I pooing!”