I've been lurking a long time but never posted, but now I have a few stories, so here goes.
I work in a convenience store in the bottom of a hotel in the most touristy part of the island of Oahu on Hawaii. There are a bunch of other stores to. The people for the most part are nice, but sometimes I get a few bad eggs.
Don't you people know anything?
A man comes storming into the store, and rushes straight to the counter.
Man: I've been all over the hotel, and I can't find the yacht broker that I was told about! Where is it???
Me: Um, I'm not sure, I've never seen it...
Man: Why don't any of you people know what a yacht is?? *holds arms apart* It's a BIG BOAT.
Me:
I know what a yacht is. I just don't know where to buy one. It's never come up!
Man: Gwahhh!!! *storms out*
I actually walked around a little bit after work... no yacht broker as far as I could see.
Reading is Fundamental
Lady: The BlahBlah Store across the street has their calenders on sale for $2.50. Why are these ones not on sale?
Me: Well, we aren't the BlahBlah Store.
Lady: What? You aren't? Where am I then? *wanders off looking confused*
This is not Canada, or Japan
We get lots of tourists from Canada and Japan. Mostly they understand our drinking laws, but some don't.
A youngish looking guy walks up with an even younger looking guy, and sets a bottle of rum on the counter.
Me: So I will need to see both of your IDs, please.
Young Guy: Oh okay, here's mine...but my brother isn't 21, he's 17. It's for me.
Me:
Oh, then I can't sell it to you, sorry.
Young Guy: What?! It's mine! You think I'd give my little brother this?
Me: I have no idea. But I cannot sell alcohol to a minor.
Young Guy: This is not how it works in Canada! They don't care there! I could have bought this while he was in the room! Are they going to police the rooms too?
Me: If you secretly give your brother alcohol, then you would be breaking the law, not me. But if I knowingly sell to a minor, I am breaking the law, and would get in trouble. So I won't sell it to you.
Young Guy: So where do I go to buy liquor then?
Me: Not here.
Later, a Japanese woman wants to buy a beer, so I card her. No ID or passport, so I refuse the sale. Her friend is next in line.
Japanese Friend: Oh, and I want to buy that beer.
Me: Oh, I cannot not sell it to you.
JL: But it is for me.
Me: No, I think you will give it to your friend. Sorry.
JL: But I will drink it! Let me buy it.
Me: Only if your friend comes back with her passport.
How dare you make me walk 7 feet!
Our store has two cash registers, one per clerk, I think we all know how that works. Anyways, my coworker was doing something else, so she was not at her register. A man comes up to her empty register and sets down two bottles of wine. So, like a good employee, I cheerfully call him over to my register. He angrily picks up his wine, but doesn't get a good grip and one of the bottles goes flying across the store. Amazingly, it does not break. "Why does it matter?????" he says. "THEY ARE BOTH CASH REGISTERS!!!"
That is all for now. Maybe I will have more stories.
I work in a convenience store in the bottom of a hotel in the most touristy part of the island of Oahu on Hawaii. There are a bunch of other stores to. The people for the most part are nice, but sometimes I get a few bad eggs.
Don't you people know anything?
A man comes storming into the store, and rushes straight to the counter.
Man: I've been all over the hotel, and I can't find the yacht broker that I was told about! Where is it???
Me: Um, I'm not sure, I've never seen it...
Man: Why don't any of you people know what a yacht is?? *holds arms apart* It's a BIG BOAT.
Me:

Man: Gwahhh!!! *storms out*
I actually walked around a little bit after work... no yacht broker as far as I could see.
Reading is Fundamental
Lady: The BlahBlah Store across the street has their calenders on sale for $2.50. Why are these ones not on sale?
Me: Well, we aren't the BlahBlah Store.
Lady: What? You aren't? Where am I then? *wanders off looking confused*
This is not Canada, or Japan
We get lots of tourists from Canada and Japan. Mostly they understand our drinking laws, but some don't.
A youngish looking guy walks up with an even younger looking guy, and sets a bottle of rum on the counter.
Me: So I will need to see both of your IDs, please.
Young Guy: Oh okay, here's mine...but my brother isn't 21, he's 17. It's for me.
Me:

Young Guy: What?! It's mine! You think I'd give my little brother this?
Me: I have no idea. But I cannot sell alcohol to a minor.
Young Guy: This is not how it works in Canada! They don't care there! I could have bought this while he was in the room! Are they going to police the rooms too?
Me: If you secretly give your brother alcohol, then you would be breaking the law, not me. But if I knowingly sell to a minor, I am breaking the law, and would get in trouble. So I won't sell it to you.
Young Guy: So where do I go to buy liquor then?
Me: Not here.
Later, a Japanese woman wants to buy a beer, so I card her. No ID or passport, so I refuse the sale. Her friend is next in line.
Japanese Friend: Oh, and I want to buy that beer.
Me: Oh, I cannot not sell it to you.
JL: But it is for me.
Me: No, I think you will give it to your friend. Sorry.
JL: But I will drink it! Let me buy it.
Me: Only if your friend comes back with her passport.
How dare you make me walk 7 feet!
Our store has two cash registers, one per clerk, I think we all know how that works. Anyways, my coworker was doing something else, so she was not at her register. A man comes up to her empty register and sets down two bottles of wine. So, like a good employee, I cheerfully call him over to my register. He angrily picks up his wine, but doesn't get a good grip and one of the bottles goes flying across the store. Amazingly, it does not break. "Why does it matter?????" he says. "THEY ARE BOTH CASH REGISTERS!!!"
That is all for now. Maybe I will have more stories.
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