The customer is not always right

[pauldun170]

http://notalwaysright.com/

[fatbuckRTO]

Eggs, Milk, Bondage Gear…
Retail | Panama City Beach, FL, USA
(I was working for a grocery store in Panama City Beach, which is a big tourist spot. I was bagging this couple’s groceries - which included condoms - when this exchange occurred.)

Me: “So, you must be from out of town, then?”

Customer: “Yeah, we’re only here for a few days. Just getting the necessities, y’know?”

(Just then, a pair of handcuffs comes rolling down the conveyor belt.)

Me: “Just the necessities, eh?”

They sell handcuffs at grocery stores in Florida?

[Quick281]

They sell handcuffs at grocery stores in Florida?

Florida, sunny place for shady people. :rofl:

[azoomm]

:dthumb:

[fatbuckRTO]

Our Guests Are Robots Too
Ski Resort | Colorado
Ski Resort Guest: “Hey! You guys really go all out.”

(Me with puzzled look on face)

Ski Resort Guest: “You guys have that robotic bear crossing underneath the lift just as we went over.”

Me: “Sir, we don’t have any robotic bears.”

Ski Resort Guest: “What? You mean that was a real bear?”

Me: “Yes sir.”

Ski Resort Guest: “Ahhh. We were gonna hike down but I think we’ll just take the lift.”
Gold.

[fatbuckRTO]

Gadgets & Morals Make Strange Bedfellows
Tech Support | Canada
The customer needed help adding his music into his iTunes library. I showed him how, and this is what happened:

Customer: “… Uggghhh!”

Me: “What happened?”

Customer: “Well, I’ll be honest. It’s adding my porn.”

Me: *silence* “Oh….”

Customer: “Please make it stop! I don’t want porn on my iPod!”

Me: “Click the little X near the top.”

Customer: “Okay, it stopped.”

Me: “Try adding the My Music folder again.”

Customer: “It’s doing it again! Oh God!”

Me: “Okay, uh… let’s just move it from your My Music folder to a new folder in My Documents.”

Customer: “Okay, I’ll do that.”

(few seconds of silence pass while he moves the files)

Customer: “Oh, man. It’s gonna take 24 minutes for all the files to move.”

Me: “Twenty-four minutes? Are you sure?!”

Customer: “Yes, I’m sure.”

(I show him how to do some other unrelated action while the porn is moved)

Customer: “Alright, great. Now that we’re done concealing my shame….”
:lol:

[fatbuckRTO]

Completely believable.

Bitter Racism, Please Meet Sweet Irony
Gas Station | Louisiana, USA
*Customers runs in frantically*

Customer: “How much is y’all’s gas?”

Me: “It’s posted outside, $2.78 a gallon.”

Customer: “DAMN SAND NI**ERS ALWAYS HIKING UP GAS! I’M GOING DOWN THE STREET!”

*returns 10 minutes later*

Customer: “Let me get 10 on pump 3.”

[marko138]

:lol

[derf]

The customer just has to think that they are right.

[Rsv1000R]

The customer just has to think that they are right.

Nah, You just have to keep the laughter to a dull snicker....

[Homeslice]

Fuck the customer.

[marko138]

Fuck the customer.
Exactly.

[pauldun170]

Fuck the customer.

That's what the hooker said....

ba DUM-tish

[dReWpY]

thats why i love my night job, if i dont like them i get to throw them into the street on there ass and there aint a damn thing that they can do about it

[Archren]

Hahaha... love it. :lol:

[fatbuckRTO]

Perfect.

Like, OMG, You’re Stupid
College | Louisiana, USA
(I’m a desk assistant at a college dorm. One day, these two giggly freshman girls come up to me.)

Girl #1: “Ummm… can we, like, borrow your phonebook?”

Me: “Sure thing.”

Girl #1: *flips through the book, looking completely dumbfounded*

Me: “Need help finding something?”

Girl #2: *whispers* “Jason’s is under ‘J’.”

Girl #1: *whispers back* “I know, but sometimes I forget the alphabet…”

Girl #2: “OmiGAWD me too!” *giggle giggle*

(I grab the phonebook and look up their listing.)

Me: “Here–Jason’s.”

Girl #1: “Oh my GAWD thank you! They should really have a college course for, like, phone books! I’m not from this town, so, ya know…”

[marko138]

Perfect.
That can't possibly be true.

[fatbuckRTO]

That can't possibly be true.

In Louisiana? I guar-own-tee.

[fatbuckRTO]

http://www.wimp.com/mathhelp/

Customer is not always wrong, either...