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    Category: Crazy Requests

    Rated ‘M’ For Mom

    | TX, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Employees

    (My boyfriend and I look nothing alike. He is five inches taller than me, has dark curly hair, and is as thin as a toothpick. He also has a really dark complex. On the other hand I am blonde, have an athletic build, and am freakishly pale. We are in a video game store and he is making a purchase.)

    Cashier: “Okay, sir, this game is rated M for mature, so I need to see some ID.”

    Boyfriend: “Sure, no problem.”

    (My boyfriend starts to reach into his pocket to grab his ID when the cashier notices me.)

    Cashier: “Ma’am, I need to let you know that this game is unsuitable for people under the age of 17 due to graphic violence, blood, and swear words. So I need to see your ID.”

    Me: “Why do you need to see my ID? I’m not buying anything.”

    Cashier: “This game has violence and blood, and may be unsuitable for him, so I have to let his parents know.”

    Me: “I’m not his mother, so there really isn’t a reason for you to tell me or ask for my ID.”

    Cashier: “It is rated M, which is a rating from the ESRB saying that there is graphic violence and blood, and shouldn’t be played by anyone under the age of 17.”

    Boyfriend: “Erm… dude, I’m 20.”

    Me: “I’m 19, and I’m not making a purchase. ”

    Cashier: “If you’re not making a purchase then I’m going to ask you to leave, as your son is not old enough to make this purchase.”

    (At this point I am starting to get self-conscious.)

    Me: “[Boyfriend], do I really look old enough to be your mom?”

    Boyfriend: “Nope.”

    (My boyfriend hands his ID to the cashier, who just continues to look at me expectantly.)

    Cashier: “Ma’am, I need your ID.”

    (My boyfriend ended up asking for the manager, who was just as insistent that I need to show my ID so my ‘son’ can buy a game.)

    Common Sense Takes A Holiday

    , | Australia | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Holidays

    (Due to it being Easter Sunday, management has wrongly predicted a quiet day and we are severely understaffed. I am getting a little frustrated, especially with people making comments about our store being open.)

    Customer: “Why are you even open? You should be at home with your family!”

    Me: *deadpan* “Why are you even shopping? You should be at home with your family.”

    (The customer’s eyes go wide for a split second before he chuckles.)

    Customer: “Touché… I am seriously SO sorry.” *walks away*

    Making Drive-Thru Feel Affronted

    , | Peterborough, ON, Canada | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

    (There’s a drive thru order for an item that we only cook to order and takes about four minutes. I’m cooking it and it’s just about ready when we receive an order on front counter for the same thing. I start cooking it and put the first one on the heat chute.)

    Me: “Drive thru, your hot dog is up.”

    Customer On Front: “Hey, that’s mine!”

    Me: “Sorry for the confusion. Theirs came up first because they ordered a couple minutes before you. Yours will be ready shortly.”

    Customer On Front: “That doesn’t matter; I should be first!”

    (He leaves with his food, still making a stink. The next day, the manager calls me into the office.)

    Manager: “You know you aren’t supposed to serve drive-thru before front. We had someone complain that you gave his food away yesterday.”

    Me: “Oh, yeah, I remember him. He didn’t even place his order until the one for drive-thru was cooked.”

    Manager: “That doesn’t matter; it’s always front first when they order at the same time.”

    Me: “They weren’t at the same time, though. Drive-thru ordered several minutes ahead of front. Pull up the orders on the computer; I’m sure I can find it.”

    Manager: “Front gets served first no matter what and that’s the end of it.”

    Me: *giving up* “Okay, but don’t be surprised when we get complaints about drive-thru waiting eight minutes for their food.”

    I’m Going To File This Under ‘Useless’

    | USA | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (I work for a small law firm helping people who are in financial trouble. My boss is not the greatest communicator in the world.)

    Boss: “What about that one lady who married the guy and has the kid?”

    Me: “You mean [Client]?”

    Boss: “No, the other one.”

    Me: “….you have given me nothing to go on.”

    Boss: “She lives in that place with the trees.”

    Me: “…”

    Boss: “Just go find the file.”

    Either Sell It Or Shelve It

    | NS, Canada | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (I work in a bookstore, and we have a very funny and laid back manager. However, he does tend to just walk away after giving you little to no idea of what he’s doing or what he wants you to do. During the Christmas shopping season we have these really soft, fluffy throws on sale and we are basically supposed to sell as many as possible, so we have one open to let customers see and feel them.)

    Manager: *shoves display blanket into my arms* “Here, take this.”

    Me: “Sure! Oh, hey, when is my break gonna be?”

    Manager: “Sell two blankets, you earn your break.” *walks away without another word*

    Me: “…okay, then.”

    (Later, about 10 minutes to close, the manager is shelving some copies of a book but the last one doesn’t fit on the shelf.)

    Manager: *shoves book into my hands* “Sell it.” *walks away without another word again*

    Me: “…okay?”

    (I spend the next eight minutes helping customers with that book in my hand, and even suggest it to some of them but no one wants it. At two minutes to closing I see my manager again.)

    Me: *holding the book out toward him* “Here. I’m sorry. I tried.”

    Manager: *doesn’t take it* “You can sell it.” *walks away without another word again*

    Me: “Okay… but we close in one minute.”

    (I did get my break despite only selling one blanket, but I did not manage to sell the book in the last minute before we closed. Typically, my manager never said another word about either one.)

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