I took a bath and now my contacts are gone.
You’re gay right? I can smell the cum on your face.– Coworker J
grandpa: Only 20 minutes left till the new year!
auntie: It's Christmas, not new years.
grandpa: Oh. Merry Christmas!
in my head
customer: Where is your mens department?
me: IT'S RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR FUCKING FACE
Bitch: Can I have a gift receipt?
Me: I'm sorry, we don't give out gift receipts.
Bitch: What? How are they supposed to return things? What a stupid rule.
Me: I'm sorry, I didn't make it up.
Bitch: You're not giving me nice answers.
Me: Uhh...sorry, I don't know what to tell you.
Bitch: Is there a manager I can speak with?
Me: Sure. I'll call her for you
The best part of the story is that my manager was like "Curtis, I need to talk to you." I was hoping that another manager would come down because I know she would tell me "Can you believe this bitch?," but instead I got the one that thinks that whatever that lady said was true. Anyways, It was too busy for her to talk to me anyways so it's not like I got in trouble, but I kinda feel like she should have had my back. Clearly the customers are in the wrong because they're out of their fucking minds. So the fact that she said she had to "talk" with me just put me off.
Tumblr has a new login page?
buryyoualive: Doesn’t matter, I never log out anyways.
J: Hey buddy, do you wanna take my gay virginity?
Me: No thanks.
J: Why? You don't like white guys?
T: I thought Asians love white guys.
J: That's not what A** tells me. My Korean friend's mom looks at me like this.
Me: That's because Koreans only date Koreans.
J: My Filipino friends aren't like that. They'll date Mexicans.
A: That's because they are Mexicans.
T: Yeah, we live the same.
Hey Buddy, shall I install a gloryhole in the bathroom? Would you like that?– COworker J***
Today I was putting a handful of clothes back onto the racks when this guy got in my way and was taking his sweet ass time looking at these shirts. So I kind of forced my way in and put the clothes away because I had a handful of clothes and the hangers were digging into my hand. “Excuse you!” “What? Do you have a question?” “No, I said excuse you!” ...
I don’t know why this bothers me so much, but I hate it when I am at the register and someone throws their credit card and ID at me. I just think it’s so rude. I feel like their message is “I am superior to you and because you are below me, I am going to just throw my things at you and you can pick them up and do whatever it is you have to do with them.” It’s like...
So I was standing by the front entrance to the store tagging clothes when this girl comes in and asks me “where are your sweaters?” Why do people not look around the store? Isn’t that the point of shopping is to look around for things you like? Why is her first step to stop me and ask me where sweaters are? Especially since sweaters are 30 degrees to her left. Why do people not...
“How much is this?” “The price tag says $15 so it is $15.” “What? It isn’t $5?” “No. It is $15. The price tag says it is $15 so it is $15 dollars.” “But the sign over there says $5.” “It’s $15.” Umm…just because there is a sign for $5 in one spot, doesn’t mean that everything in the entire...
question time! Why do people my age ask if their mom can go into the fitting room with them. Mind you, the fitting room is no larger than 3 sq feet. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be that close to my mother. Especially while I’m undressing.
How much is this?– several customers a day. (If only there was something attached to the clothes that the customers could look at to find the price. Oh? What is that?)
Lady #2: Can I have a gift receipt?
Me: Sorry, we don't have gift receipts.
Lady #2: What? How are they supposed to return it then?
Me: They need to bring in the receipt.
Lady: What? It's for a gift.
Me: I know.
Lady: I need a gift receipt.
Me: I know, but we don't give gift receipts here.
Lady: WHAT? I can't let them see how much I spent.
Lady: I don't want any of this then.
10 minutes later
Lady: I'll take these.
Lady: Do you have gift boxes?
Me: I'm sorry, we ran out. I have git bags though.
Lady: WHAT? You're supposed to have gift boxes!
Me: I know. I'm sorry, we ran out of them today. Do you want a gift bag?
Lady: Do you know when you might get some more so I can get some? I really need boxes.
Kris: I don't think we're getting anymore.
Lady: Can you call me when you get more so I can get them? I need boxes.
Me: WE AREN'T GETTING ANYMORE.
Me: CREDIT OR DEBIT?
Lady: Debit. So you're not going to give me a gift box?
Me: ENTER YOUR PIN PLEASE.
Lady: You are supposed to have gift boxes.
Me: You're receipt is in the bag. THANK YOU.
(lolololol after she left I couldn't stop laughing. I apologized to my next customer bc I just kept laughing about that crazy lady. Sometimes I wonder if I'm speaking in the wrong language because people just do not understand the words that are coming out of my mouth.)
Customer: hey I just bought some clothes but I lost my bag.
Customer: Can I just have another one?
Customer: do you guys sell shirts?
Me: Wait. What?
What would your name look like? →
infinityguitars: badmansworld: ouianniecharlotte: “Knee Socks Crime Vigor” Definition: the liveliness that accompanies doing illegal things with knee socks. Oh my! oh my goodness, this is stupidly accurate: cunning panic. damn skippy. Crisis sex. Sounds about right. harsh exile hooray?
The Magic of Stairs
christinelo: I’ve actually done the ‘swag’ part unintentionally when failing on the stairs. Doing the ‘swag’ with thin socks and old carpeting on the stairs does not feel very good, and old carpeting apparently makes the attempt of the ‘swag’ easier. dallywally: Expectations: Reality: