rSlash - r/Talesfromretail My Kids DESERVE Free Food!

Episode Date: June 4, 2020

r/Talesfromretail In today's episode, an entitled Karen goes to the grocery store and gives her kids fruit to eat. She doesn't pay for the fruit, she just steals it off the shelves and hopes that her kids eat it all before anyone notices. When OP confronts her about it, she tries to get the cashier to weigh the fruit peels so she only has to pay for that. So, the manager gives her a lifetime ban for trying to scam the store out of free food! If you like this podcast and you want more, hit the follow button for daily Reddit content! 🔔 Subscribe: https://bit.ly/2E3A8i6 💬 Discord: https://discord.gg/Rtwc9ZC 🎧 Podcast: https://link.chtbl.com/rslash ⚓ Send me a voice message: https://anchor.fm/rslash 📸 Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rslashyt/ ♪ TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@rslash0 🛒 Merch: http://bit.ly/rSlashMerch Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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I love my job, but sometimes the people. I watch as a lady stop short on the drive up to an out of order pump and steps out to move the heavily weighted against the wind cone over to the side, which is a real feat. She then gets back in her car so she can drive up properly. She then gets back out, takes the red out of order bag off the pump handle and proceeds to throw into the trash. Ugh, I breathe deeply because, oh, this woman. Really? She goes about trying to use the pump, but after a minute, she yells at the screen isn't working. Gasps! Shock! And horror! An out-of-order pump is out-of-order?

How dare it be! I ignore her yelling as I would any other crazy person doing such crazy things. She waddles over to my window. Sir, she starts. The pump isn't working. The screen's not on. I play innocent. Like, I didn't just watch her do what she did.

Really? Which pump pump pump number eight I believe it is oh I'm sorry ma'am, but pump a to shut down at the moment. It needs repair. It needs repairs. I didn't know Yes, ma'am. I reply you didn't run over the cone there. Did you? No, I don't think so Good it could really damage your vehicle if you were to run it over. But it's there to let you know that the pump is out of order. Is that what it means? Well, I guess I'll go to another one.

That would be best. She leaves. People. I want to cry. Down in the comments, Barons has this contribution. I once witnessed a guy at the gym moving moving out of order signed from a machine, and do 12 reps of 0 pounds. He grunted away as if he was actually making an effort.

I'm never surprised at just how stupid people can be. Our next reddit post is from KKAT. So I work at a discount retail store that puts their own store branded tags on merchandise that we use to consider the manufacturer's tags, and the only way to look up merchandise in my store is through our own store branded tags. So I'm on the register, and Lady comes up to the checkout and immediately places a pair of high-end athletic men's flip flops wanting a price check on them. There wasn't a store branded tag, but luckily my company is a genius, and all prices of shoes

are written on the bottom of the shoes. So I flipped them over and there's a 35 written on the bottom. We round up opinion when we write on the bottom so the actual price is $34.99, so the following conversation happened. Okay, so the price for these are going to be $34.99. What? How do you know that? We write the prices of our shoes on the bottoms in case the tag gets ripped off. Oh, well, the tag said $35, and I thought that just couldn't be the price, so I ripped the tag off. And look, this tag here, she points to the manufacturer's tag, says it's $21. I'm sorry, ma'am, but we only go by the sorename tags. These will be $34.99, would you like them today?

The lady ended up not buying the flip flops and went on a rant about how the price shouldn't be higher than what I could get at the mall. And that's expensive for this store. I can understand that $35 is a bit much for some flip flops, but I don't make the prices lady, I can only follow them. I eventually had to interrupt her rant with, have a good day ma'am and call the next customer because she wouldn't leave and was holding up the line. Lady, if you can get these items cheaper at the mall, then why aren't you doing your shopping at the mall?

Our next Reddit post is from Metroidzoid, full disclosure, I have my fair share of plants, and I don't need any more. A fact reaffirmed when watering the whole household takes the better part of an afternoon. But the only thing that motivates me more than a passion for horticulture is pure unadulterated spite. First case, a guy calls us asking about houseplants. I confirm that's my area, what can I do for you, etc. And he wants to know the price for a very specific plant. Sands of Laryas, Alendrica, Starfish, if you're wondering. And I tell him the price. And

immediately I get a long rebuttal of, no it's not, it's only one fifth that price. And you have it in a size that we don't actually have it in. Despite assuring him that, no, we've never sold one that low and I would gladly check on getting a different size, he keeps cutting me off before I give up. I offered to hold the last one we have for him through the afternoon to see if he likes it. He tells me, don't bother, you don't know which plant you're talking about. I'm coming down there later, I'll find it and get this sorted out. Click. Well, okay then. I flagged my co-worker, say I'm going on break, and oh yeah, down there later, I'll find it and get this sorted out. Click.

Well, okay then. I flagged my co-worker, say I'm going on break, and oh yeah, buying this plant. Last I heard, he begrudgingly accepted the two-week waiting period until we could get more in. At a larger size and a higher markup. The second case happened today. We're very short-staffed, and doing our darn diss to keep folks happy and get them their lawn and garden questions answered.

In the middle of juggling the phones and aligns several people deep, a lady walks up with a lovely burrigated African violet I had my eyes on prior and says, I need to ask you a favor. I think, oh, this is about how to take care of this little butte, or what houseplants would work in our house, etc. Nope. She whips out several ziplock bags of change and says, I went through my husband's jackets and found these.

Can you count it out for me and tell me how much I have? I politely apologize and say, I don't have the time, and she insists. I once again tell her I can't do that at this time, but if she would like I'd be happy to set aside the plant while she figures out her change. She gives me a minute long silent glare before saying, You know what, I don't want any of this then. This was literally the one plant, and I tell her a bit too cheerfully. No problem, I'll be glad to put that back on the shelf.

But I didn't. I finished up the line and thought, this plant deserves a better home, just in case she comes back, and bought it on my next break. Very agitated violets aren't exactly rare, but they come across our shelves infrequently enough that I was content. And now the boyfriend is asking, was it all worth it? And to that I say yes. Yes it was. What I want

to know is, does OP have a house full of plants because she genuinely loves plants? Or because she keeps spied buying plants because she's angry at our customers? Our next reddit posted from Mika. A customer walks through the door and up to the register holding a gas can. Hello. How much gas will a two gallon gas jug hold? Two gallons? No, I mean how many gallons will a two gallon gas jug actually hold? I blankly stare at the customer. A two gallon gas jug will hold two gallons of gas. Well, I didn't know. I'm just trying to help out a friend. So, you want to get two gallons of gas in a gas jug? Okay, what pump are you on? No, listen to me.

I want to get as much gas as I can and I have a two gallon gas jug. I want to put as much gas in it as it'll hold. I blankly stare at the customer and after a minute of staring at her with nothing else going on, I guess it dawns on her what I said. Oh, I get it now. A two-gallon gas jug. Two gallons. I've really been answering my own question with my question, have and die.

And you just repeated what I was telling you. Yes, ma'am. What pump would you like me to put it on for you? The pump I embarked on. Which pump are you on? I don't know. It's the one that I parked at. Heh heh heh heh heh heh.

Me getting really frustrated at this point. Don't worry OP, I am too. Okay, which vehicle is yours? The white one? Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh. I look outside. All four pumps have vehicles on them. And three out of the four are white. Which

white one, ma'am? There are three of them out there on the pumps that are white. Well, the white one that's mine. Would you mind looking out the door and telling me which white vehicle is yours? She looks out the door. Oh, I see what you mean. I'm the one all the way on the far end. Okay, so you want two gallons of gas on pump four, that'll be four bucks 34 cents. Four dollars and 34 cents? Three two gallons of gas? Why so high? Gas is two dollars and seventeen cents a gallon. Two seventeen times two is four thirty four. This was my very first transaction after taking over the register this afternoon. I have a similar story that I'm like 95% sure I've already told to my channel before,

but I'm sure there are people who haven't heard it and it's short. When I was in high school, I used to work at Subway and one time this lady comes in is like, I'd like to order a sandwich please. Okay, foot longer six inch. What's the difference? Well, one of them's a foot long and the other is six inch. Oh, I see. Well then, let's go with a six inch. So yes, I do believe that people are really this stupid. Hi, I'm Pete Davidson and if you're like most people you may be asking yourself, well, hey Pete, are you here to up my hydration game? And I'd be like, hey you, that's exactly right, with new smart water alkaline with antioxidant. And you'd be like, okay cool, but there's no way there's a higher pH, right? And I'd be like, there actually is!

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American Express, don't do business without it. Terms and conditions apply visit mx.ca slash business platinum. Our next Reddit postage from Sleepy Nish. So I just got called into work today due to the massive amounts of people purchasing whatever they can stockpile in case of the end of the world. Every other second, I'm getting a customer asking for a hand sanitizer, toilet paper, and lice all wipes. People I know for a fact aren't clean at all, decide to become clean freaks.

This one lady, who I've encountered many times in the store always friendly comes up to me in Asper toilet paper. I tell her we're sold out. She keeps complaining about how the sale starts today. What do you mean? I tell her I literally put out the last of it last night and everything sold in the morning at like 15 bucks each. She keeps telling me, but the sale starts today. Where's the toilet paper? I keep telling her we don't have any and she keeps getting louder and angrier every time she asks. I am like, no, we don't have any more and walk away. It's crazy how even the nicest of people turn into monsters when they think the world is going to end. So, kind of funny story about all these toilet

paper memes in my house, we actually have a bidet and we like it so much that we got a second one. Nothing makes me feel more smug and self-satisfied than seeing all these people panic over toilet paper when I haven't had to buy a roll of toilet paper in like a year. Our next reddit post is from the Almighty Sab. Backstory. There's a lady who will come into our story, usually around noon, with four annoying and loud misbehaving children. Of course, she's completely oblivious to all of this. Yay. She would pack all

them into the cart, pick out some sort of produce, apples, bananas, oranges, etc. and give it to them to hold and the kids would eat all of it. Then she would come up to the register and give me the whole. Oops, sorry. I didn't even see that they did that. I would call my manager and basically ask WTF am I supposed to weigh? And usually she would either get the same amount of whatever produce and she would complain that she'd not gotten that much, or mine were way smaller.

So the manager would just waved off and let it go. Today she didn't get away with it because my manager and I were in a bad mood. I was quietly working at my register when I heard the parade of obnoxious children run into the store with the lady on her phone completely ignoring them. Shocker. She piled all them into the card and hid it straight for the produce. I continued working at my register and lost track of her until she came up to my register. She huffed and puffed at the little old lady in front of her writing

a check while all of her children were screaming in her cart. She's still on the phone and I hear the rude lady talking semi-quietly on her phone. Yeah, I'll be home soon. There's some slow haggin' front of me. Thankfully, the little old lady who is literally maybe the nicest person I've ever met doesn't hear that well. So she missed rude lady's comment. After hearing that, I purposely take my sweet time

processing her check and asking her how her grandchildren are doing. I finished bagging her groceries and set them in her cart. As she's pulling away, Rude Lady decides she's not going fast enough and actually pushes her out of the way with her cart. When the little old lady turns to look at her, the Rude Lady smiles smugly. S-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h rounds and walks away. Now the real fun begins. Before she says anything, I notice that each child has banana peels in their laps and the youngest has banana all over their face. There's even a peel inside Rude Lady's purse. My kids ate these here.

She proceeds to grab and dump all the peels on my register and starts to leave. Ma'am, I need some sort of payment. You can't just leave after eating all these. Rude Lady turns and glares at me. She backs up a little. Just way the peels are something. I don't have time for this. I glare back at her. Even if I was allowed to do that, I'd need all the peels. I gesture to the one in her purse. Gross. She throws it at me. Here's your peel. Now weigh them. Her face is getting angrier by the minute. I'll have to call the manager. That's when I notice the organic sticker on all the peels, which

means it'll be more expensive. A buck 29 per pound, in fact. She slams her hand on my register as I'm about to call. This is ridiculous, just way my hand or something. As she's pressing her hand down, she's also squeezing the peels as hard as she can, making a huge mess of the peels in banana mush. I've had it. Manager to the front, please. The manager, thankfully, wasn't far and came rushing up. What can I do for you? He sees it's this particular lady and the mess of my register. Before he can open his mouth again, she wails at him. Your cashier has been so rude to my family and I. All I want to do is pay for our bananas and go.

She's being incredibly difficult and even made this disgusting mess. I'm fuming at this point and my manager is getting a little ticked off knowing this lady is a liar because I would never do something this childish. What are you going to do about this for us? I turned to my manager. Her and her children ate an entire bunch of bananas, tried to leave without paying, and when I called her out on it,

she told me to weigh her hand and squash these peels. The manager nodded. Go ahead and weigh her hand. Whatever it comes out to, she can pay that. Then, she's no longer welcome in our store. Of course, she shocked and stammering, trying to claim that I lied about the entire story and it wasn't like that. Obviously, my manager was having none of it and told her to put her banana covered hand

back on the scale. She did, and pressed as hard as she could. Well, she's not too smart and forgot how scales work. She pressed it down, and it came up as about 30 pounds. And your total is gonna be $38.54. Will you be using cash or card? She was completely outraged and started yelling at my manager and I calling us crooks, and that she'd never pay something so ridiculous.

My manager threatened to call the police and report her for theft if she didn't. She screamed some more and threw $2.20 bills at me. I gave her the change, which she snatched out of my hand and continued to scream and curse down the exit and out the door. Thank you for shopping and have a nice day. As someone who used to work at a grocery store, I can 100% vouch that people are actually like this. I used to work at a grocery store back when I was in college. And I was remaining the register at the self checkout area. You know the guy who basically just stands there to make sure that people don't steal things

and occasionally approves an order if something goes wrong. Well, one time I'm working night shifts, so there's no one up at the front of the store. Basically just me and this other dude checking out. And he just peacefully goes through the self checkout with no problems whatsoever, grabs his groceries. And then as he walks past me to exit the store, he looks me dead in the eyes and says, effing jack hole and just walks out. So like, sometimes, when I'm lying awake in bed at night, just trying to fall asleep,

that random memory will pop up into my brain and I'll think, why was that guy so angry at me? Why did he curse me out for no reason? It was a self-checkout, and he checked himself out, and then he just insulted a random person for no reason? I think that's just going to be one of the mysteries of my life that I'm never going to get the answer to. That was our slashchails from Retail, and if you like this podcast, then hit that follow button because I put out new Reddit podcasts every single day. this podcast and hit that follow button because I put out new Reddit podcasts every single day.