bags for my mother
well i suppose this could count as a customer from hell because he was possibley a homicidal maniac.
the first ever job that i had i was a shop assistant in a small fruit shop.i was taking stock off one night 15 minutes before closing(we used to just leave basics out like carrots and stuff when it go to near closing) when this man wandered in. now nothing unusual about him except maybe he had a bit of a trampish look to him and seemed to be singing a nursery rhyme under his breath in the voice of a small child.

so he came over and asked me where the bags for the carrots were. he then placed in a few carrots and then shouted me over again to ask if he could take a few of the plastic carrot bags home with him. so i said of course (they were just your typical see through plastic bags that you can buy in a box from a shop).

i then went over to the till and continued to serve him when our conversation went a bit something like this:

him: oh them bags are nice and big
me: *smile and nod*
him: they're just right for my mother
me: oh are you buying the carrots for your mum (polite conversation i really don't care what he does with those carrots)
him: OH NO! THOSE AREN'T FOR ME MOTHER THE PLASTIC BAGS ARE!
me: well thats nice of you.
him: yeah they're just the right size for her, if i cut her up real small she'll just about fit. well thanks, bye.

as you can imagine i was a bit speechless at that reply

other highlights from the shop include (these are all elderly customers by the way):

- woman who'd come in on the same day every week and attempt to run me over on her mobility scooter while i'm carrying bags or boxes that are quite heavy (she used to ram into the back of me until i eventually managed to get the stuff were it was supposed to be, i had to be polite so i couldn't slash her tyres sadly)

- woman who'd constantly ask me the prices of things then tell me i was wrong. i'd show her the label and she'd say that was wrong. she made up the prices as she went. yet never complained when charged the price i'd told her.

- woman who decided to flip us all off because she insisted she'd given one of the girls £10 note when it was a fiver. we went through the till and everything and several customers agreed with us. she was about 60 and we all fell about laughing when she did.

you never forget the site of an old lady telling your boss to fuck off and sticking up the finger.
(i eat crayons, Thu 4 Sep 2008, 20:27, Reply)