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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:09 pm Post #19361 |
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Oooh, So That’s What Marriage Is For Bookstore | Melbourne, Australia (A guy has been leaning over the counter trying to chat me up while I rang up his purchases. Finally, he notices the rings on my finger.) Customer: “Oh, you’re married?” Me: “Yes.” Customer: “Don’t you find that puts guys off?” |
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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:11 pm Post #19362 |
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Mission Impossible, Part 4 Department Store | Ogallala, NE, USA (A customer is buying a file cabinet. As I’m taking it out for her, the cabinet falls off of the hand truck and the lock gets pushed in.) Me: “I’m very sorry, ma’am. The damage isn’t bad. Would you like us to fix it for you?” Customer: “I wanted to buy this undamaged!” Me: “Of course, we could put together a new one for you.” Customer: “I wanted this one.” Me: “So shall I take it back and have it repaired?” Customer: “I wanted it the way it was!” Me: “I understand that, but the damage has been done. If you like, we can refund your money.” Customer: “I don’t want a refund. ” Me: “Okay… what do you want to do?” Customer: “I wanted to buy this like it was.” Me: *getting frustrated* “Okay, so what do you want to do?” Customer: “I wanted to buy this cabinet like it was! Undamaged!” Me: “Well, once you decide what you want to do, you let me know.” (At this point, I take the cabinet into the back room and stay there. I never did find out what she did.) |
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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:12 pm Post #19363 |
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Mission: Impossible, Part 2 Retail | Richmond, KY, USA (An elderly man comes into the store and buys two cigars, I place them in a bag and try to hand him his receipt.) Elderly Man: “I don’t want that.” Me: “Oh, okay. I’ll just throw it away for you.” Elderly Man: “Don’t do that I need it!” Me: “Here you are then.” *trying to hand it back* Elderly Man: “What am I suppose to do with it?!” Me: “You said that you needed it.” Elderly Man: “I do! But where in the hell am I suppose to put it!” Me: “Your wallet or your pocket, maybe?” Elderly Man: “It will get mixed up with everything else and I’ll have to dig it out and throw it away when I get home! I don’t want it!” Me: “So you want me to throw it away for you?” Elderly Man: “No, I need it to show my wife!” Me: *confused* “Do you want it in your bag?” Elderly Man: “Well that’s what it’s for, isn’t it–to carry things? What’s wrong with you trying to hand someone a receipt? Where the hell would they put it?!” (I placed his receipt in his bag and he left muttering about me. He became a regular after that, and never again did I hand him a receipt.) |
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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:13 pm Post #19364 |
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Mission: Impossible Key Shop | Chicago, IL, USA Customer: “I just locked my key in my car in front of the shop.” Me: (I pick up some stuff) “Not a problem, I’ll pop it open for $5.00.” Customer: “What are you going to do with that stuff?” Me: “Open your car.” Customer: “It’s a brand new Mercedes. I just drove it here from the dealer–you can’t touch it!” Me: “Then how do I open it?” Customer: “That’s your problem.” Me: “Actually it’s not; I didn’t lock the key in your car.” Customer: “You have to open it.” Me: “Watch me not open it.” Customer: “OK then, but if you make any scratch or mark at all then you will have to pay Mercedes to repaint the whole car. That will cost thousands.” Me: “So If I’m successful I get $5.00, but if I make the smallest error it will cost me thousands of dollars?” Customer: “Yes.” Me: “Your car might just be there forever.” |
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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:13 pm Post #19365 |
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Mission: Impossible, Part 3 Home Improvement Store | San Diego, CA, USA Customer: “Yeah I need some shelving.” Me: “Sure, do you want the wall mounted kind?” Customer: “Oh…no.” Me: “Okay, so you want the free standing kind? Customer: “No, that’s not it either.” Me: “Umm, okay. Do you want it to hang from a ceiling or something?” Customer: “No, I just want some shelving!” Me: “Do you want it to levitate??” |
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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:14 pm Post #19366 |
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Biting The Hand That Feeds You Gas Station | The Netherlands (Even though I stutter a bit, I never had any trouble helping customers. This customer thought otherwise.) Me: “C-can I help you sir?” Customer: *odd look* “Yes, I’d like a pack of cigarettes.” Me: “Okay, that’s th-three ni-ninety please.” Customer: “HELP! THIS GIRL CAN’T HELP ME!” (At this point my colleague enters the shop, standing at the second cash register which is closed.) Customer: “You! You can help me!” Colleague: “I’m sorry, this cash register is closed. My colleague will help you.” Customer: “But she can’t help me!” (A line was begins to form behind the customer.) Customer, to me: “So… he says you can help me.” Me: “No, I can’t help you.” Customer: “WHY?!” Me: “I don’t help a**holes.” Customer: *swears and leaves the store* |
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| AWOLangel | Mon Jun 1, 2009 10:14 pm Post #19367 |
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Never Smart: Biting The Hand That Makes Your Coffee Coffee Shop | Sheffield, UK Customer: “I want a coffee.” Me: “What sort of coffee can I get for you, sir?” Customer: “Just black coffee.” Me: “Would you like drip coffee or an Americano, sir?” Customer: “Don’t make it so BLOODY COMPLICATED, just get me a coffee! And don’t try to sell me them fancy things like sprinkles, neither!” (My coworker and I stifle our laughter as I silently ring up the largest size of the most expensive ‘black’ coffee.) Customer: “That’s better. No more of your lip!” Coworker: *laughs out loud* |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:11 pm Post #19368 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:11 pm Post #19369 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:11 pm Post #19370 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:12 pm Post #19371 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:12 pm Post #19372 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:12 pm Post #19373 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:12 pm Post #19374 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:13 pm Post #19375 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:13 pm Post #19376 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:13 pm Post #19377 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:13 pm Post #19378 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:14 pm Post #19379 |
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| Gummy | Mon Jun 1, 2009 11:14 pm Post #19380 |
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