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    Having A Bad Case Of The Mondays

    | AB, Canada | At The Checkout, Bizarre/Silly, Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (It’s Monday morning. I’m grabbing a coffee at the corner store. The transaction proceeds as normal. Until the end.)

    Clerk: “Have a good weekend!”

    (As it is Monday, I shrug it off and start heading away. When I reach the door, the clerk finally clues in.)

    Clerk: “Wait a minute… IT’S NOT THE WEEKEND ANYMORE!”

    Sharing Is Scaring

    | San Jose, CA, USA | At The Checkout, Employees

    (My best friend moved recently and lacks some necessities like toilet paper so while we are getting snacks I grab a pack. The cashier that evening is very grumpy.)

    Cashier: “You guys gonna share?”

    Friend: “Yeah, wanna join?”

    I’ll Drink To That

    | MO, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I’ve just finished eating lunch and take my ticket to the woman at the counter, still holding my fountain drink which I have not finished.)

    Cashier: “One burger combo. Is that it?”

    Me: “Yep.”

    (I notice that she rings me up for my drink as well as my combo meal.)

    Me: “Oh, I didn’t get a refill or anything, so its part of the combo.”

    Cashier: “Drinks aren’t included in the combo.”

    Me: “Yes, they are. A combo is a burger, fries or tater tots, and a 24 oz drink.”

    (I point to the sign that is literally right behind her that lists what’s in the combo meal.)

    Me: “See?”

    (She stares at me for a moment, looking annoyed.)

    Cashier: “Fine.”

    (Without even looking at the sign she voids the order and just rings me up for my combo.)

    Great Scott!

    | Harrisburg, PA, USA | Bosses & Owners, Coworkers

    (I have come in on my day off to drop off my boyfriend’s dinner. He works at the same store.)

    Me: “Hey, could you call Scott up?”

    Cashier: “What?”

    Me: “Can you call Scott?”

    Cashier: “What?”

    Me: “Call Scott.”

    Cashier: “What?”

    Me: “Call Scott.”

    Cashier: “What?”

    Me: “Call the manager!”

    Cashier: “Oh!” *picks up paging system* “Scott to the front please.”

    Me: *sigh*

    Driven Insane

    | ME, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Employees

    (It’s about 2 am and a friend and I are driving on the interstate. It’s about a 16-hour drive to New York and we couldn’t leave until after 5 pm so we just planned to drive through the night. We stop at a generic convenience store. The clerk inside is a very peculiar looking individual: greasy hair plastered to his head, a tight shiny company shirt that has seen better days, dirty black jeans, and a pair of army boots. He appears to have bad vision and a tic. We load our purchases on the counter and he starts to make conversation.)

    Clerk: “So yas aren’t from around here, are yas?”

    Us: “No, we’re from Canada.”

    Clerk: “So you’re driving this late at night, all ALONE?”

    Us: “Um, yes. There are two of us.”

    Clerk: “Anything could happen to yas out there, these roads… Could be just anybody waiting to run you off the road and take yas…” *laughs strangely*

    Us: *nervously* Yeah, well, we have cell phones… and we’re good drivers.”

    Clerk: “Ain’t got no reception out here usually… Little car like that…” *indicates my compact hatchback* “… Why, that would fit just about anywhere to hide it. S’black, too. Nobody’d see it.”

    Us: “Well, thanks for the tip…”

    Clerk: “Nice to have met yas. You wouldn’t believe the weirdos that I usually see in here this time of night.”


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