From Not Always Right
(I was working the box office when a woman with two young children came up to the window.)
Customer: “One adult and two children for ‘Scary Movie’.”
Me: “Ma’am, I should warn you - this movie really isn’t appropriate for little children. May I suggest another film?”
Customer: “What? Come on, it’s a comedy! It’ll be fine!”
Me: “It’s rated ‘R’. It’s pretty much nothing but sex, nudity and violence. It’s really not for kids.”
Customer: “I’ll decide what is and isn’t appropriate for my kids to watch! Now sell me the tickets!”
(I sell her the tickets. Five minutes into the movie, the woman comes storming back out with her kids in tow.)
Customer: “You didn’t tell me it was THAT bad!”
Me: “Thank you for calling ****, this is **** speaking, how can I help you?”
Customer: “Yes, hi. I was just wondering how much your Mexicans are?”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “Your Mexicans. The ones you have outside in the parking lot. I need some work done on my roof and I wanted to come pick up a couple.”
Me: “Ma’am…first of all, they are called day laborers. Secondly, they don’t belong to us. They don’t belong to anyone actually, they are people. Third, our city prohibits soliciting work in a shopping center, so we actually don’t have any workers in the parking lot. If you need work done-”
Customer: “Never mind, I’ll just shop somewhere else!” *hangs up*
Customer: “One adult and two children for ‘Scary Movie’.”
Me: “Ma’am, I should warn you - this movie really isn’t appropriate for little children. May I suggest another film?”
Customer: “What? Come on, it’s a comedy! It’ll be fine!”
Me: “It’s rated ‘R’. It’s pretty much nothing but sex, nudity and violence. It’s really not for kids.”
Customer: “I’ll decide what is and isn’t appropriate for my kids to watch! Now sell me the tickets!”
(I sell her the tickets. Five minutes into the movie, the woman comes storming back out with her kids in tow.)
Customer: “You didn’t tell me it was THAT bad!”
Me: “Thank you for calling ****, this is **** speaking, how can I help you?”
Customer: “Yes, hi. I was just wondering how much your Mexicans are?”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “Your Mexicans. The ones you have outside in the parking lot. I need some work done on my roof and I wanted to come pick up a couple.”
Me: “Ma’am…first of all, they are called day laborers. Secondly, they don’t belong to us. They don’t belong to anyone actually, they are people. Third, our city prohibits soliciting work in a shopping center, so we actually don’t have any workers in the parking lot. If you need work done-”
Customer: “Never mind, I’ll just shop somewhere else!” *hangs up*