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 Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 4:29 pm
Okay.
We've all dealt with them.
On the off change that you haven't dealt with stupid customers, chances are you have seen them (or been one yourself. wink ).
lol j/k
Discussion time. What sorts of stupid customers do you deal with/have you dealt with, or what stupid customers have you witnessed?
I work at as a housekeeper in a hotel, and my god, do I have a host of stories. sweatdrop
-The vegetarian (with a broken arm, no less) who brought his own juicer and emptied his carrot puree remains in the bathtub.
-The room with sand all over the bathroom floor.
-The check out that left a single shoe and the nose to a Mr. Potato Head in their room.
-The stay over with so much s**t piled up around their walls, I could barely get the puny vacuum in there.
-The room with the whirlpool bathtub that had fake rose petals scattered everywhere, and a bottle of rogaine sitting on the sink.
-Numerous people who try to THROW AWAY perfectly recyclable cans and bottles.
-The gits who miss the bag in the trash and actually get their coffee grounds/etc. in the Futher Mucking BIN.
-Finding hair from places where the sun don't shine on the sink counter.
-Idiots that have so many crumbs on their carpet I could litterally take a broom and sweep them up.
-The idiot who had half crumpled up pringles under the bed.
-People who use the toilet, don't flush, and leave their room.
-People who use up ALL their towels and leave them in a sopping wet heap under the sink.
-The hotel guests that stare at me like I'm the scum of the earth, just because I CLEAN for a living!
The list could go on, but I'd rather hear your stupid customer stories. 3nodding
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:20 pm
One phrase: "Retail, thy name is stupidity!" :'D
Yes, I've worked in retail (and got fired because I was smarter than my superiors. Me FTW!), clothes and childrens department to be exact.
Clothes store
Basically you'll find clothes, maybe some shoes and accessories, in a typical clothes shop. Now, I've had customers coming up to me asking for the following items: canisters, water bottles, magnets, skateboards, chains, basically everything that doesn't belong in a clothes store gonk
Customers who insist they're a dainty size 8, when they're a giant size 12. And it's blindingly obvious.
Customers who try on clothes, but don't bother to put the clothes back where they found them.
Customers who try on ALL the clothes, but end up buying one thing (leaving me with tired legs and strained arms).
Childrens Department (ah, the classics...)
I've had customers walk straight into the store and start asking me where can they find iddy-bitty roller skates for their feisty three year olds gonk Demand that I look through storage and the plethora of squeaking baby shoes. What? Well, common sense does indeed imply that someone with a functioning ability to think would look first then ask wink
Customers who bring over toys to me, and ask if they can try it out, when they toys in question don't even have a 'try me' button. I tell them it's against store policy to allow them to try out such toys, lest they want to be fined for stealing, but... would they listen?
Teeny boppers who somehow end up in my department, look at the shining glittery belts. They try them on and find that they don't fit, they ask me if there are any bigger sizes, when I say no, they cuss me out. Then hold their tongues in embarassment when I say "This is the children's department, a child's waist isn't as big as yours, that's why we don't have bigger sizes. smile "
Customers who take all the shoes off the rack, leave them on the floor and have me fall over on my nose.
I saw this guy carrying his little baby, which was really sweet and all. Then I saw his wife coming down the aisle with a pram, so I thought, "Aww, another widdle baby! ♥". When I look in said pram, I see shopping bags and not a baby in sight D:
Last, but certainly not least, mothers who change their baby's diaper in the aisle, in public, then throw away the dirty diaper on the floor and look at me as if I were to automatically pick it up O_o;;
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 10:42 pm
Where to start!? rolleyes
The Bakery I used to work at:
~ People would come in while we're closed and mopping the floors and get mad cuz we wouldn't serve them.
~ A guy got mad cuz we wouldnt let him in the store and hour before we opened.
~ Some customers wanted us to cut their food in half for them, so we'd point to the knifes on the other side of the resteraunt.
~ When there was a line, people would walk up to the counter to order like they didn't see the line. But when there was no line of people, they would stand at the spot where the line starts and wait for us to ask them to come to the counter.
When I worked at Bed Bath & Beyond:
~ People would constantly come up to ask the price of something that was clearly maked with a tag.
My job now as a Photo Tech at Walgreens:
~ People stop to check out at my counter because they dont see anyone up front to check them out. But they can clearly see the girl up there if they only walk another two feet.
~ Customers hand us their CVS card, eventhough nothing in the store says CVS, and it looks totally different.
~ People clutch their prescriptions as they are being rung up so that we will not try to charge them again. Even thougth it illeagle for prescriptions to be payed for anywhere but the pharmacy, and we all know that they are already payed for.
~ Customers ask for the price of every item as they hand them to us, then decide if they want the item or not.
~ They ask for a raincheck for an item that is fully stocked and they are standing right in front of it.
~ Some customers will refuse to talk to you, just because you work at the register.
~ Try to use last week's or CVS's coupons and argue the price and hold up the line for 20min, over a measly dollar.
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:03 pm
Okay, well, I've never worked in retail... but when when I still worked (this was in Colorado), I was a caddy and shuttle driver for a golf course. xd I don't know what you think of golfers, but many of them can be stupid. Mind you, this was a military base's golf course, so just... think about that.
* I was working matinence one day since we'd just gotten a bunch of new carts in. I had to shuttle the trash (big cardboard boxes and a load of plastic) to the very south end trash bins. Well... with a backend full of trash and me with my arm holding it down and trying to avoid potholes at the same time, a General's Wife flagged me down. I stopped, asked her if there was something I could help with. And she said, in her most hoity-toity-panties-in-a-bunch voice, "Take me to the parking lot!" Well, I threw her clubs on top of the trash and sped, as fast as I could, down the road. Her golf clubs bounced out of the back of the cart, and the lady actually stepped out of the 25mph cart I was driving. I couldn't believe my eyes. I couldn't believe my ears when I got repremended, either. XD
* The same day, a guy asks me if I could take him to his car in the Northern Parking lot. I said sure (I had no trash) and let him throw his clubs in the back. He then notices that the key in the ignition is turned to "Off". He keeps telling me that it's off while I try to explain that the machaniac (my dad) had put the ignition in backwards. The cart was really on. So, to prove me wrong, he leans forward to turn the key. I stepped on the gas at that point to prove that I was, indeed, right. I didn't get a tip...
* One day, while being the caddy, the lovely golfer asks for a nine iron. I handed him the club, he lined up, and on the backswing, flung the club into the cart windshield...
* The people that tried to fit a cart into the 10 man lightning shelter.
* My co-worker and friend that wasn't paying attention and ran straight into the flower beds.
* The lady that went behind the counter looking for booze after the club house closed. And then proceeded to get increasingly plastered before anyone found her.
* The general that tried to order me to drive when the sign clearly read, "STOP IF GOLFER IS TEEING OFF". A golfer was... and then he said, "I'm a general! You are not following orders!" I then proceeded to give him my civilian status and refused to be his caddy.
* When the guy tipped me a hundred dollar bill instead of a ten... That was probably the most hilarious thing ever. XD
* When the lady asked if she could take the cart into the pro-shop because she was "too tired to get out."
And a few others... xD
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Fairy Feller Fancy Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:21 pm
Your jobs sound so fun. When i worked, i worked in my dad's office. He's an oral surgeon. i didn't get to handle customers much... least not ones that were awake. However, there was this one guy...
He had to get his wisdom teeth taken out, as many do, and he was a very nasty old man. Kept hitting on the nurses (None of them are over thirty-five), so they sent me in there, because he was grossing them out. So, they send me in there. He wouldn't hit on a teenager, would he? Especially one who had been cleaning the drainage hoses and was COVERED in blood... seriously. All over my glasses and everything. Well, they were wrong. He started asking me about what he could and couldn't do after surgery.
Him: What about drinkin'?
Me: Sir, you will have open wounds in your mouth. Alcohol is very painful on open wounds. You probably shouldn't do that.
Him: Well, what about kissin'?
Me: i don't think you should. You might re-open the sutures.
Him: Ya mean the stitches?
Me: Yes, i do.
Him: Well, doncha think it's worth it? *winks at me*
Me: No, not really.
Him: I dunno...
Me: You'll have to pay for it.
Him: *Silent pause*... What about sex? *winks again*
My father, who has walked into the room and saw this last wink: No. You need to shut up now. (Dad was pissed.)
And then there was one time on the phone somebody tried to schedule a boob job.
Her: Is this the office of Dr. Monesmith, DDS?
Me: Yes, ma'am, it is.
Her: Does the doctor do breast augmentations? When can I schedule one.
Me: Ma'am, Dr. Monesmith is an oral surgeon.
Her: (Silent) He's not the plastic surgeon?
Me: He does reconstructive surgery on the mouth sometimes, but that's the extent of the plastic surgery.
Her: Is there another Dr. Monesmith?
Me: There's my uncle in Indy.
Her: Is there anybody else?
Me: No, sorry, not that I know of.
And then she hung up.
Wow, now you can figure out my real name from all of that...
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:27 pm
Oh, I forgot how most of my customers word their questions. They will ask.... If I know if we cary a certain object, not if we cary that object. Wouldnt you think that if i work there, then i know!? rolleyes
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Posted: Tue Jul 17, 2007 11:36 pm
At least none of you got fired because you were more intelligent than your manager (that's the exact reason they gave XD)
Scara, my job wasn't all that fun TT 3TT Not a lot of people come by the children's department, so I end up standing around like a stick or something for a good 4 hours. Doing nothing and hearing dreaded Disney movie reruns X_X;
Though, that boob job one is hillarious XD! And don't worry about the name thing, I think most of the members know my full name by now xd !
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:37 am
Oh, I've stated my entire full name on the internet before.
I don't give a s**t, really.
But damn... those are some funny stories...
I have some from when I worked the meat slicer at Arby's... XP
Like, some lady who went through drive through, well we kept getting her order wrong or something... and then she was bitching about 'Were we trying to sabotage her health?'
So I turn to my co-worker and say out of the corner of my mouth, 'If she were that concerned about her health, she wouldn't be eating here'.
And... there was this one lady who ate all of her food, then came back up to the counter and said her food was cold. She was just telling us for next time.
rolleyes
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Fairy Feller Fancy Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:47 pm
Okay... well, I've a few more from the golf course. I figured I'd share some of the staff as well as the golfers... since the staff was mostly military-brat teenagers who didn't give a damn...
* When I went back into the kitchen to grab something, I would almost always trip over something: boxes, cords, dishes, etc. And I also leaned on the very hot grill a few times. I was notorious for having new shirts. In fact, I still have a few. sweatdrop
* When the boss told my dad that it was impossible to drive a 10,000 pound fork lift through the golf course. So my dad went and checked out Gerdie and drove it on the road next to the pro-shop and onto the golf course... Never tell my dad something is "impossible".
* When my dad, me, my brother, and a few friends used the golf course for a snowboarding resort when it snowed. Come spring, they'd wonder why all these marks were in the greens...
* The huge Marine Corps flag my dad hung on the machanics shop... then got told to take it down. So he put up a pirate one instead. They let him keep the Marine one.
* When I got distracted and turned my head, and turned the wheel at the same time, and crashed into a Roach Coach... Right in front of the boss.
* When asked to caddy one time, I said sure until I saw who I'd be cadding for: a man in pink and yellow stiped pants, a green polo, and pink beret. I almost ran in fright and gave Chance (same guy that ran into the flower beds) the job.
* When two of the employees were caught having sex in the men's locker room. They gave the excuse of it "being too hot, so they were just cooling down." That was fun.
* When a lady drove her car onto the greens and tried using that for a golf cart.
* The man whose car got stolen, only to remember three hours later that he was carpooled. Chance, Kasey, and I almost lost our jobs over that one.
* My cousin who put dumped cayenne pepper into someone's eggs and instead of starting over, served them anyway.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 6:11 pm
Good god.
XD
Especially the 'stolen car' one.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 2:42 pm
i have a new golf-course story for you, Torey, from my friend Caleb. He caught people trying to catch fish in the hazard ponds. There are a couple of koi in there, probably some that he put in there (he's a koi nut) and somebody had fishing tackle in their golf bag. People in southern Indiana are weird... he never has to caddy for anybody, though. He does groundwork and only happened to be weeding near that pond.
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 2:54 pm
Real nice. xd Yeah. I hated having to caddy for people... I much prefered to either shuttle or work cart-matienence. However, I was hired as a caddy.... so I mostly did that.
I remember when I was doing that one day, and the guy hit it into the sand trap. He didn't make par... he actually ended up throwing the ball out of the sand trap (after swinging at it 9 times) and into the woods that lined the course. xd
It was funny as hell. Sand flying everywhere.. him cussing up a storm...
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Fairy Feller Fancy Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2007 5:13 pm
Lol.
I remember in HS, we did a golf unit in P.E.
We played on an improvised little course on the soccer fields.
And....I can't aim worth a s**t. If I can manage to hit the ball farther than the clod of grass, the ball goes pretty far.
Anyhoo.
This one time, I got so frustrated I just picked up the ball and chucked it towards the 'hole' we were supposed to be shooting for.
I had to work at the hotel today, and goooood god, did one room stink. XP
And.. it was the stay overs that had a very small kid, and there was a gigantic poop stain on one of the sheets.
It was grody. XP
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 1:46 pm
Now, I may not have a job yet, but both my moms has several.
One of them is a repair-person/cleaning lady.
-Once, she had to clean this little girls' room. You know the expression "you can't see the floor?" Well, that was so true that her furnature was piled ontop of a few inches of clutter. She cleaned it, and a month later, she had ot do it again it. Why? The little girl made it the way it was before.
-When she was cleaning an old motel, she found cans of food from the 1930's.
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My other mom works with computers.
She has this co-worker who is psycho. I mean, quite literally, she needs happy pills. One day, she'll be peachy-keen. The next, she'll be from hell. She's OCD, and can't stand to have the door open when she's the only one there, can't stand to have the window's open, and can't stand for someone to write randomness on the white board.
What does my mom do to piss her off? All those things meantioned above. Plus, she tells her to "Go back under your bridge, you troll."
She's also a professional, award winning clown. There's several stupid stories from this one.
-Clowns, by rule, can't give a balloon to a kid under 3. This is because the child's throat muscles can't cough up the latex if it's swallowed, and the hymlic doesn't work, so all you can do is watch while you're kid chokes to death.
You wouldn't believe how many people she's had come up to her, with a baby in their hands, saying, "Oh, I'll watch him," after she's explained it, and then cuss her out because she's concerned more for their kids than they are.
-My mom also doesn't make balloon guns. She refuses to. Instead, she makes super soakers out of balloons. I know several stories where the boys (each time is was a group of boys) wanted an "All Black Super Soaker with a scope" after she said no, and all of them got brightly colored, red-yellow-blue super soakers, but this one takes the cake.
After she said no to one kid, a macho teen I'm guessing, he tried buying her over with the "just make it all black" thing for the super soaker. Then the little girl next to her whispered in her ear "Make it pink." And that's just what she did. Boy, was he pissed.
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Posted: Sun Jul 22, 2007 6:57 pm
Those are great.
OMG.
Work was hell today.
My back was hurting me, AND I had cramps to shake the ages.
Plus.
Good god. This room that kids had been staying in had crushed goldlfish crackers and pretzels all over the floor, and wads of gum the kids had been chewing!
So gross!
I'm just glad the gum didn't get stepped on and all worked into the carpet.
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