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freakin hilarious as hell!Another great one...
Lady: “Do you sell aloe vera gel?”
Me: “No, I’m afraid we don’t, but you might be able to get it at [store] down the street.”
Lady: “Oh, great, thanks.”
(She leaves and ten minutes later returns wielding a tube, looking irritated.)
Me: “Hello again, did you manage to find it okay?”
Lady: “No! You told me they had aloe vera gel! All they had is the cream! I don’t want the cream!”
Me: “Um… you didn’t want the cream but you bought it anyway?”
Lady: “No, of course I didn’t BUY–”
(She suddenly stops and looks at the tube in her hand. Her expression turns to horror and she legs it back out the door. My coworkers and I laughed for a good ten minutes at that one.)

(An elderly woman well into her 70s comes through the check-out line with a single bottle of wine. I start to scan the bottle through.)
Customer: “Wait! Aren’t you going to check my ID?”
Me: “Er, no, ma’am, I don’t think it’s really necessary…”
Customer: “Well, that’s no good! You should check all ID if you’re selling alcohol.”
Me: “Well, okay. May I see your ID, please?”
(She hands over an ID card that is obviously fake.)
Me: “…ma’am, this card says you’re seventeen.”
Customer: “Oh, dear! You’ve caught me! I’m much too young to be buying this! It’s a good thing you were checking IDs. I’d better just go now! *skips out the door*
Me: “…”
Grannies: Gotta Love ‘Em
Grocery Store | West Texas, USA
(A new employee informs me that she spotted a little boy sneaking some candy in his pants. I confront the boy and an older woman about it.)
Me: “Excuse me, ma’am. Hey, kiddo, what’s in your pocket?”
Boy: “Nothing!”
Granny: “Oh, h***, again?! Boy, if you don’t put that d***ed candy back, that lady gonna call the po-po on you! And I ain’t gonna stop her none.”
(The boy, crying, hands me 2 candy bars and a handful of suckers. I thank the lady, and get back to work. A few minutes later, the boy’s mother comes up to me.)
Mama: “Is that the b****?”
Me: “Excuse me?”
Mama: “Aint’ talking to you.”
Boy: “Yes, mama.”
Mama: “Girl, you being rude to my son?”
Me: “No, ma’am.”
Mama: “So why you take away his candy?”
Me: “Because it wasn’t paid for.”
Mama: “Says who? I got him that candy!”
Me: “Ma’am, it’s at least 100 degrees outside, and your boy had unmelted chocolate in his pocket. He didn’t bring that in with him. Besides, he was seen taking the candy off the shelf.”
Mama: “What? Who said that?” *turns to the other cashiers* “Which one of you a**holes told on my boy?”
Me: “Excuse me, but that’s not important.”
Mama: “What’s your point, then?!”
Me: “The point is, your boy was caught stealing.”
Mama: “Forget about the d***ed candy, you nosy b****! Ain’t none of your business!”
Me: “Ma’am, your son was spotted shoplifting, which is a crime. You’re lucky I don’t report him.”
Mama: “You stupid b****! I don’t give a flying f*** about the candy!”
(She raises her hands as if to hit me.)
Me, to a coworker: “Call the manager, he should be in by now.”
(Just then, Granny appears out of nowhere and smacks her daughter with her handbag.)
Granny: “WHAT THE H*** YOU DOING, GIRL?” *continues to smack and berate her daughter* “Upsetting people like that! No common sense! S***! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!”
Mama: “But, Ma–”
Granny: “SHUT YOUR MOUTH GIRL! GET IN THE D***ED CAR!” *turns to me* “I’m so sorry about that. She crazy, I swear to God. She’ll never come back in here, I promise.”
Me: “…”
Granny, to daughter: “CAN’T TAKE YOUR CRAZY A** NOWHERE! S***!”
(She walks out like nothing happened, and true to her word, I’ve not seen that lady since.)


When I lived on the island of St. Thomas, at least one tourist every day would ask me "Do you live here?"
I would normally reply: "No, the island closes at sunset -- we all commute from Florida."
Sadly, many of them believed me.
