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    Deathly Absolute

    | Newark, DE, USA | At The Checkout, Language & Words

    (I’m calling myself out on this. The card readers at my store have a display where it asks for verification, just so the customers know exactly how much they’re spending. My customer is a very sweet little old lady, and I tend to be a socially awkward person.)

    Me: “And the reader just wants you to be absolutely sure on the total.”

    Customer: *chuckling lightly to herself* “Well, is anything absolute?”

    (There’s an awkward pause as she hits ‘yes’ and starts to sign her name.)

    Me: “Death.”

    (There’s another pause as we both realize what I just said, and she chuckles again.)

    Customer: “Well, that’s true.”

    Not Quite The Cream Of The Crop

    | Waterville, ME, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Food & Drink

    (My father and I go into a coffee shop to get some donuts and coffee.)

    Cashier: “Can I take your order?”

    Dad: “Yes, I’d like to order a medium coffee with sugar and cream, please.”

    (The cashier paused, looking incredibly confused.)

    Cashier: “I’m sorry, sir, we can’t do sugar and cream. We can do cream and sugar, though.”

    Dad: “…”

    (Without another word we left the building and went to a different shop. My father sputtered angrily the whole way home, while I laughed myself to tears.)

    The Meat Of The Problem Is Not The Meat

    | Tampere, Finland | At The Checkout, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive

    Me: “Two €2 cheeseburgers please.”

    Cashier: “Would you like to have cheese on them?”

    Me: “…Yes?”

    Guilty By Association

    | Vestal, NY, USA | At The Checkout, Criminal/Illegal, Employees

    (I’m a 27-year-old male. I’ve just wandered into an extremely large nation-wide retail chain-store. I’m there specifically to grab cigarettes. On my way to the cigarette counter, I run into a work-friend of mine. We chat for a moment, and she and I part ways. I get into the line.)

    Me: “Can I have a pack of cigarettes, please?”

    Cashier: *somewhat snarky tone* “No, you may not. I just saw you talking to HER.”

    (She gestures to where I ran into my work-friend.)

    Cashier: *snobby* “You need to get her ID and the IDs of the people I saw her talking to.”

    Me: “Really? That’s just a work-friend of mine. I just ran into her. I’m not even with her shopping.”

    Cashier: “If you can’t get their IDs, you’re not getting cigarettes!”

    Me: “So… just because I chatted with someone, I can’t get cigarettes?”

    Cashier: “Yup.”

    Me: “That’s just stupid. So I can’t talk to anyone here unless they have IDs? You’re literally saying that socialization is frowned on here. That’s just stupid! I’ll just go to the gas-station down the street.”

    Cashier: “Fine.”

    (I walk away. On the way to the door, I bump into my work-friend again.)

    Me: “They wouldn’t sell me cigarettes because they saw me talking to you.”

    Coworker: “Yeah, they did the same thing to me because I ran into a friend here and was chatting with them. When I went up, they demanded to see his ID because we were talking, and I wasn’t able to find him to have him show them his ID. I wasn’t even here with him… I just bumped into him.”

    Me: “So, evidently, we’re not supposed to talk to ANYONE here, I guess, unless they have their IDs…”

    Coworker: “Yeah, it looks like they frown on socialization altogether.”

    (The next day at work, I see my work-friend again.)

    Coworker: “You won’t believe this. You know that woman who wouldn’t sell you cigarettes because she saw you talking to me?”

    Me: “Yeah?”

    Coworker: “She was actually making fun of me when I walked by again after you left, and was telling other people there that I was a criminal who was buying cigarettes for minors! I walked right by and heard her saying it.”

    Me: “Wow…”

    (I ended up writing in and complaining, and the corporate office basically told me that I was right: Socialization is basically viewed as a bad thing in the store. How insane is that? And this is a MAJOR store that is in most towns. So, I guess next time you go to the store, if you plan to buy anything requiring an ID, be sure not to talk to or make eye contact with anyone, otherwise you’ll be refused service.)

    Be The Change You Want To Give In The World

    , | NC, USA | At The Checkout, Money

    (On my way home from college, I’ve stopped at a popular sandwich chain for lunch. The cashier looks to be about my age.)

    Cashier: “That’ll be $8.28.”

    (I hand her a $10 bill, a quarter, and a dime. She takes her sweet time examining the coins, before pulling out a calculator.)

    Me: “…it’s just two dollars and seven cents.”

    Cashier: *after confirming on the calculator* “Oh, so it is!”

    (I worry about my generation.)

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