Those of us who worked retail during christmas

[Catholic Sensation]

What are some stories about stupid customers, as opposed to stupid co-workers?

Last year I had one man come up to me, and because I'm a transplant to the NC area, I'm still not able to figure out what people with heavy southern drawls are saying. Anyway he comes up to me and asks:

him: Where can I find type?
me: excuse me?
him: where can I find some type?
me: like what kind (i thought maybe he was looking for some stenciling kit or something)
him: you know, like scoth type...

I should have punched him

An old woman brought some flier we passed out during thanksgiving to the store about a week before Christmas. When I rang her up she was "astonished" to find out that what was on sale about four weeks earlier wasn't on sale now! So she's screaming at me that the flier says that these items are on sale, and she has the flier to prove it. I look at the flier and notice the date in the corner being for the week of whenever thanksgiving was last year. So she DEMANDS to see the manager of the store and lies to him that I refused to give the discounts she deserved. Knowing that discounts aren't given by the cashier but are automatically done the manager tells her to leave the store and to never return. Euthanizing the elderly seemed like an excellent idea at that time.

Finally, it was like 20 minutes till closing time, and I was really tired (and I lose the ability to control my tongue as I lose energy). I was working this register by the discount rack, and some older people brought some yarn from the "expensive" area and placed it in a bin saying "99 Cents." I make a note of this. They come back like ten minutes later and pick the yarn up and put it in their cart, and like idiots, come to my register. I check them out, careful to do the yarn last. I come up to the yarn and it rings up 4.00 for this big thing of "expensive" yarn. The old woman says to me "but I found this in the 99 cent bin." Being tired and unable to control my mouth, I said "just how stupid do you think I am?" The old lady seems appalled "what do you mean?" I replied "I watched you put the yarn in that bin ten minutes ago, I'm not senile." Upset she got caught she took all the stuff she purchased and put it back claiming to never come there again. I felt bad for her husband

[adriennel]

1. never, never, never again

will I be able to enjoy Christmas music. 8 hours a day for a month and a half pretty much kills the mood permanently.

at a bookstore: do you have a copy machine I can use?
no, this is not a library, if you want something you have to buy it.

also at the bookstore: your selection of books on (insert topic here) isn't very complete. I have to do a report on (insert topic here)!
no, this is not a library, bookstores stock what they think they can sell, they're not building a well-rounded collection of information.

one public toilet that got backed up every day during the busy season.

[Rainbowreflect]

2. I was not working I was shopping,

but Saturday in Office Depot we were waiting for someone to bring up the chair we were buying and this little old man walks up to the salesman. He asks if the have ink cartridges. The salesman says yes. The old man asks if he can have one. The salsman ask what kind he needs. The old man says "oh, there is more than one?"

[Catshrink]

3. kick

:kick:

[corarose]

4. I was gift wrapping at Marshall Fields one time

The person was standing right in front of me and he asked me If I was going to put the gift in the box before I wrap the box.

[Catshrink]

5. I hope you said

"Of course I am, you dumb fuck!" What a moran!

[corarose]

7. I looked at him like he was nuts

I asked him if he could repeat what he had told me because I couldn't believe my ears.

This man was dressed so nice. He had a long coat on that must have cost him big bucks and his hair was perfect. I mean he looked like he had a decent job and he was as dumb as a bag of hammers.

[eileen_d]

6. One word: POINSETTIAS.

I can NEVER enjoy those plants after having scanned thousands of them at my Xmas job several years ago.

No customer or co-worker story can match the gritting-of-the-teeth that poinsettias inspire for me.