Nothing like going to the store only to get mistaken for an employee. It can happen to anyone, so no big deal. Just tell them otherwise. Well, that doesn't work for everyone. Some customers are crazy, and these people just happened to get caught up in it. These are the stories of men who got mistaken for employees and walked away furious. All stories have been edited for clarity.
How Many People Does It Take To Convince A Lady I Don’t Work Here?
“I work at a Target store about 45 minutes from my house. After a shift on my way home, while still in my uniform, I stopped at a Target by my house to get something my store didn’t have in stock. I was confronted by a Karen who asked, ‘Hi dear, could you help me find something?’
I politely responded with, ‘I’m so sorry, ma’am, as crazy as this is gonna sound, I don’t work at this location. I’m just picking up some stuff and am in my uniform because I just got off a shift at my store. I’m sorry!’
The glare in her once cheerful, hopeful eyes turned dead. ‘You liar, you just don’t wanna help me!’ Uh, what?!
Me: ‘No lady. I don’t work here. I work at a Target in Cleveland.’
Woman: ‘THIS IS WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOUR GENERATION. YOU’RE LAZY AND WORTHLESS. WHERE IS YOUR MANAGER?!’
Me; ‘Uh, at my store in Cleveland.’
Woman: ‘SHUT THE HECK UP, DON’T YOU DARE LIE TO ME.’ She runs over to guest services demanding a manager, as I follow closely behind. ‘EXCUSE ME. HE WON’T HELP ME!!!!!’
The Guest Service Assistant looks at me, very confused, then back at her, then me, then her. ‘Ma’am, either he’s brand new and I didn’t know about it, or he doesn’t work here.’
Me: ‘My store number is ####.’
Guest service assistant: ‘Oh! The one up there by Marc’s? That’s where my cousin works! I love that store.’
Woman: Her face is red, her glands are sweaty, and she’s losing it, ‘NOW YOU’RE GOING TO PRETEND HE DOESN’T WORK HERE?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!’
The woman wouldn’t stop screaming and violently thrashing, demanding that no one else was allowed to help her find something, only me, the ‘lazy Gen Z’er’ that I am. We tried to think of a way to prove to her that I in fact did not work at that location.
The Store Team Lead even came out and explained that I didn’t work there, to no avail. The Store Team Lead then had an idea.
Store Team Lead: ‘Ma’am. Why don’t I show you that he doesn’t work here. Here, type in your team member number on the computer. It’ll show her you can’t log in.’
I type in my number and pin, only to be greeted with a red screen and a loud beep saying ‘not authorized’.
Woman: ‘HE USED A FAKE NUMBER. HE. NEEDS. TO. HELP. ME. NOW!!!’
I was laughing quite hard at this point. Unsure of what to do, I then told her I’d call my store and prove to her that I didn’t work there. I proceed to call my store and get my HR manager on the line:
Me: ‘Hey, weird question. But I work at the store in Cleveland right?’
My Manager: ‘Uh, yeah?’
Me: ‘And have I EVER worked at the store in _?’
My Manager: ‘Uh, no????’
Me: ‘Thanks, see you tomorrow!’
Woman: still fuming ‘THERE’S NO REASON TO WEAR YOUR UNIFORM TO ANOTHER STORE. EVER!’ She stormed off and out of the store saying she was never coming back to that location, and that she was writing a yelp review about me. (Yes, for the store that I don’t work at.) Still waiting for it!”
I’m Just Trying To Help My Mom
“My mom was called for a work trip last minute and it had some formal requirements so she asked me to go with her to Zara (a fast fashion store) to pick up some stuff. My mom needed a couple of sweaters and she asked me to go get her some to try on while she tried on pants. She’s super picky, so I I picked out like 6-7 and they were super heavy, so I was carrying them over my back.
A 60 year old woman stops me and asks me to help her find a formal sweater. I chuckled and told her I didn’t work there. She didn’t believe me and told me that I was lazy. I just didn’t want to help her, she said that she saw that I was obviously an employee (she pointed at my clothes and the number of garments I was carrying). She said she was gonna complain to the manager and before I could tell her that I was just helping my mom out, she stopped a girl who WAS an employee and told her the whole story and told her that she was offended since she had spent so much money at the store just for them to treat their costumers like that. The girl looked at me with a lot of confusion. I told her, ‘I don’t work here. I’m just bringing some stuff to my mom who’s in the dressing room,’ and she effectively confirmed that I wasn’t an employee.
The lady just turned red and ignored what had just happened and asked her to find her sweater to what the girl replied, ‘I’m sorry ma’am, we’re swamped, you’re gonna have to look for it yourself, sweaters are on the second floor.’ The lady just stood there with her face all red and when I turned my back to go get the stuff to my mom, she just stormed out of the store.”
What’s Your Problem, Woman
“There’s a little Mexican bakery near my house which makes excellent baked goods (I particularly love their sugar bread). Note, my family goes there often, so we are well known to the employees and manager.
About a day after coming home from college, I decided to head to the aforementioned bakery to get some bread. When I walk in, Tina greets me in Spanish saying, ‘¡Hola Marc (me)! Mas tiempo no ver.’ (Hi, long time no see), and I respond with ‘Sí, yo estaba en universidad’ (Yes, I was in university). We talk for a bit about the weather, the fact that my Spanish has gotten better, and how my first year of college was. I get my sugar bread and look around for a bit when someone taps, HARD, on my shoulder.
Karen: ‘Heeelllloooo? I neeeeed sooooommmeee, heeellllp (yes she really did draw out her words as if I was dumb).’
Me: ‘Okay? I don’t work here, and it’s been a few months since I was last here.’
Karen: ‘Oh good! You are actually smart and speak the correct language too.’
Me: ‘Um, excuse me? What do you mean by “correct language?”‘
Karen: ‘You know, the language that all people in America should speak.’
So I’m sitting there thinking, great, she’s ignorant and wrong, but I don’t say a word to her.
Karen: ‘Anyways, I need…(lists off a bunch of items I know for a fact the store doesn’t carry), can you get them for me?’
Me: ‘No? I don’t work here, and even if I did, I know for a fact this store doesn’t carry that stuff.’
Karen: ‘You were just speaking in the devil’s tongue! So you do work here!’
Me: ‘Devil’s tongue? What the eff is wrong with you? It’s called Spanish. ¡Y tú eres idiota (And you are an idiot). I don’t work here!’
Karen: ‘What the heck? How dare you cuss at me! I’ll get you fired!’
She storms off and I roll my eyes before deciding to just get my bread and go home. Once I get through the line I stop and talk to Tina again.
Tina: ‘¿Solamente pan?’ (Only bread?)
Me: ‘Sí, hay una mujer que muy muy loca. Ella ha gritando a mi.’ (Yes, there was a very very crazy lady. She had shouted at me.)
Tina: ‘Que triste. Lo siento.’ (How sad. I’m sorry)
Me: ‘Eso si que es. No malesto mucho.’ (It is what it is. It didn’t annoy me much.)
Tina: ‘Pues, ¡adios! Hasa luego.’ (Well, goodbye! See you later.)
Me: ‘Y tú.’ (basically you as well)
I was walking to the door when I hear a shout.
Karen: ‘There he is! I want him fired!’
Sol (The manager): ‘¿Ella? I mean him? (It’s no secret to my family and I that Sol was very much bilingual, and sometimes would slip into her native tongue) He doesn’t work here.’
Karen: ‘Yes he does! He even speaks the devil’s tongue!’
Me: ‘I’d prefer you stop calling it that. It’s just Spanish. Not a satanic language.’
Karen: ignoring me ‘He even said I was an ido ta! And he cursed at me!’
Sol: Looking at me ‘Oh, hello Marc. I didn’t realize it was you at first. I’m sorry about this, you can go ahead and leave.’
Just because I speak Spanish doesn’t mean I work here.”
Just Because I Helped You Doesn’t Mean I Work Here
“I like rollercoasters. There’s a theme park not too far from home. They have rollercoasters. I go to said park often.
Specifically, I always spend a good time of my days at the park doing the same coaster again and again and again.
This ride has 3 lines: the regular one, the fast-pass one, and the single rider one. Last two are next to each other, regular line is elsewhere.
At this park, nobody uses the single rider, either because people don’t know about it or they don’t want to go without their friends. Which is fantastic for me, since I almost always go alone. I do have a seasonal fast-pass, but often for me it’s quicker to just use the single rider.
There’s a very big sign at the entrance which explains what the single rider line is, and this sign has a big ‘1’ printed on top.
Since at this park you can buy first-row-seat fast-passes, people often go into the single rider line just because they see the big ‘1,’ and don’t even read the first line of the instructions.
So, to help them, each time I see someone in the line with a fast-pass ticket in their hands, I tell them that they are in the wrong line. Sadly, I have to do this often.
I had to do this also with Michelle, who was accompanied by what I assume was her husband and son.
After a couple of minutes, I saw Michelle coming back into the single rider line, and she pushed a young couple away to reach me.
Michelle: ‘Excuse me, there’s people in the other line that are being rude to us.’
Me: ‘…Ok? And why are you saying that to me?’
Michelle: ‘You need to tell them to stop.’
Me: ‘If you have issues with other guests, you’ll have to bring them up to the park staff.’
Michelle: ‘Why do you think I’m here?’
Me: ‘What do you mean?’
Michelle: ‘You are staff. Help me.’
Me: ‘Oh, no no, I think you misunderstood. I’m not staff.’
Michelle: ‘You gave me indications about which line to use.’
Me: ‘Yes, and I don’t need to be a staff member to do that. I’m a guest like you.’
Michelle: ‘I think you are lying, because you don’t want to help me.’
Young Couple1: ‘Look at his clothes, he’s not wearing a uniform or anything.’
Me: ‘Exactly, I don’t think staff members are allowed to be dressed so casually like me (shorts and a tank top) and they surely are not allowed to enjoy the rides.’
Michelle: ‘If you are not staff, why did you give us indications?’
Me: ‘I was just being helpful. Look, I don’t care if you think I’m staff. I’m not. If other guests are bothering you, please find a real staff member.’
Michelle: ‘Can you prove you are not staff?’
Young Couple 2: ‘C’mon, stop bothering him.’
Michelle: ‘Mind your business. So?’
Me: (nervous) ‘I’m clearly not staff, and I don’t have to prove anything to you. But if you keep bothering me, I’ll be happy to call a REAL staff member to report you, would that be sufficient proof for you?’
Michelle: ‘Now you are being rude too.’
Me: ‘I will be even ruder if you don’t stop wasting my time.’
Michelle: ‘You are coming with me. Now.’ She tried to grab me, but since there isn’t much space in the line the young couple blocked her easily from grabbing me away.
Michelle: ‘Out of my way.’
I don’t react well to idiots, so I twisted her arm a bit, enough to make her stop grabbing.
Michelle: ‘You hurt me!’
Me: ‘Touch me again and I’ll punch you. I DO NOT WORK HERE LADY’
Michelle: ‘You are not staff?’
Me: ‘NO. CLEARLY NO.’
Michelle: annoyed ‘Ok. No need to be rude.’
And off she went.”
There’s No Security Guards At The Grocery Store
“I was with my parents in the mall and we were going to buy our groceries. My mum and dad decides do go to our phone service provider located inside first to report a problem with our landline (phone won’t ring).
So they go to customer service and tell me to just wait for them outside. I look for a place to sit and I find an empty stool, this stool happened to be sitting next to the machine where you take your queue number.
I decide to entertain myself and pull out my phone and start to play Bullet Force. A short while later a group of women approach the queue machine. This is when I over hear them.
Woman: ‘How do I get a number?’
Now I had my attention on my game but I heard them, at first, I didn’t think she were talking to me since she had a friend with her so I play on.
Woman: ‘I don’t know how to get a number. How do I get a number?’
I still don’t realize they were talking to me until she said…
Woman to friend: ‘This useless security guard is just playing on his phone!’
This is when it clicks. They think I’m the security guard. I simply shut off my game stand up and say, ‘They don’t have security guards here, all you have to do is click the screen and follow the instructions.’
She then had this blank expression as she realizes what she had done. I then go to my parents and we go to the supermarket to buy our groceries.
I don’t know what made her think I was a security guard. All I was wearing was a Dark Blue shirt, pants and rubber shoes.”
I Didn’t Realize That 10 Year Olds Can Work
“This happened a long time ago, I was maybe 10 years old. My mom and I went to a Chinese store to buy some stuff that were cheaper there than in other stores.
My mom was looking around because she’s the kind of person that loves shopping and always finds something she has to buy that wasn’t on our list. I’m waiting for her near the door right next to the aisle with toys (I loved stuffed animals) and this woman approaches me.
Karen: tapping me on the shoulder ‘Where can I find pans?’
I was confused and silent because I was very introverted and my brain used to stop working when someone unexpectedly talked to me AND I am very white and only Chinese people were working in this particular store (I think it was a family business).
Karen: impatiently raising her voice ‘Well?! Where is it??’
Me: still silent
Karen: slowly asking one word at the time ‘DOOOO. YOOOOUU. SPEEEEAAAK. ENGLISH?’
My mom comes to save the day.
Mom: ‘Can I help you? This is my son.’
Karen: ‘No, he works here.’
Mom: ‘No, he doesn’t. This is my 10 year old son. Does it look like he works here?’
Karen: ‘No, he works here! He was rearranging these toys!! I saw him.’
Mom: ‘He’s a kid. Kids like toys. Ask an employee to help you.’ Turns to me. ‘Let’s go.’
We walk past the register and inform an employee what happened while she was following us to make sure we really left the store together…
The employee was as confused to how Karen could mistake me for an employee but just sighed and went to help her.”
Just Because He Dresses Nice Doesn’t Mean He Works Here
“I work in phone sales for a carrier in Canada, and my boyfriend also works in the same company as an ASM at a different store in the same city. So he technically does work for the company but he was done work for the day and can’t work at my store because relationship reasons.
He had an interview for a position at a different store and so he wore some dress pants and a dress shirt to his shift today, and didn’t bother changing out of them when he came to hang out with me for a bit.
Some background on this crazy lady. She was in 2 or 3 days ago to talk about getting her son off her account and was pretty adamant it needed to be done ASAP. So son comes in today and he wants to upgrade to a new phone but he’s not authorized on the account so that’s a no go, he said nothing about getting his own account and left in a bad mood to call his mom after I explained why we couldn’t do it without his mom.
Mom calls us and rips me a new one because I said no. I couldn’t do it without her in the store and she goes on a little tangent about my manager saying she didn’t need to be in the store to do the transfer of responsibility (totally different thing) and yada yada yada, starts swearing. I warned if she used that language again I would hang up the phone, she hung up before me.
She comes in and tells me customer service says I could’ve done it, and I just say, ‘No, we need you in the store to verify ID and it won’t accept his ID as valid’ and then she waits huffing and puffing the whole time. As my boyfriend is dropping off my tea, as I’m just finishing up with a couple, this lady storms up to him.
Lady: ‘I need to speak to someone about my account’ (in an angry voice of course, not quite yelling but almost)
My Boyfriend: ‘I don’t work here’
Lady: ‘Well I’m not supposed to be here either, so you can help us get out of here faster.’
My Boyfriend: ‘No, I don’t work here, you can wait for a coworker to become available.’
Then a coworker appears
My Boyfriend: ‘oh look she’s ready for you over there.’
Lady proceeds to storm off and yell at coworker but she calms her down enough to figure out what needs to be done, and she leaves a little while after all the ID has been put in the system and its just the transferring of data and accessories that need to be sorted.
The whole time I’m texting my manager about the situation and she tells me to do the transfer of responsibility but the lady doesn’t want that.
The son did apologize after his mom left, she did call me a few names, and almost got slapped into next year by my boyfriend, but we’re taking her for all she’s worth (a whole penny) and it wasn’t the first customer to yell at me that day, so it was just getting fun. I hope she calls my manager and lies about the interaction, there are notes posted on the account about her behaviour today, and she will get no discounts forever now because she was rude to customer service and to me.”
You Can’t Fire Me When I Don’t Work Here
“Important background, I own a skateboard manufacturing company. I personally enjoy doing sales type work with local shops, and meeting all the employees and local skaters. For that reason, I try to be the one that delivers all the merchandise.
So I was doing my rounds to a shop a few weeks ago in Los Angeles. I see this shop every few weeks because skaters like to support local companies and I am based out of San Diego. Also, it’s within a reasonable range for me to personally deliver to.
So when I got to the shop this woman, we’ll call her Karen for obvious reasons, just starts watching me intently as I unload skateboards and t-shirts from my little commuter car. After a few minutes, the watching turns into an impatient glare. A few more minutes go by and at this point, she is hovering over me with her awful glare.
I was planning on just ignoring her until I finished unloading, but as I was taking some stuff into the shop she just stood in my way.
Me: ‘Hey, could I get by?’
Karen: ‘I was hoping you could help me with some things.’
Me: ‘I could help you, but I still need to get by and put everything down first.’
Karen: ‘Fine.’
So I run inside the shop and set everything down on the counter. I figured it’d be no big deal to offer her advice on what board, wheels, trucks, or whatever she should get. Great opportunity to promote my brand to her actually. Should have kept ignoring her.
Karen: ‘So I want a discount. These skateboards are $48 and that is outrageous. A skateboard at Wal-Mart is only $30 and it comes with all the parts, not just the wood.’
Me: ‘Yes it can be pricey to start, but unlike a Wal-Mart skateboard, most of the parts you buy today will last for a very long time! The wheels and trucks especially can last years!’
Karen: ‘I don’t care how long it lasts. I didn’t even ask you that. I asked for a discount.’
Me: ‘I’m sorry, I know that’s what you asked for. I, unfortunately, cannot offer you any discount.’
Karen: ‘Why not?’
Me: ‘Well, for starters I do not work here.’
Karen: ‘That is such nonsense. (she used more colorful language) I’ve been watching you unload gear and stock it in the shop for hours!’
Me: ‘It hasn’t been hours, has it? Still, I’m just the manufacturer of a few products in the store. I’m here for a delivery today and helping the shop make sure everything looks good and is stocked before I go.’
Karen: ‘I don’t believe you! Manufacturers drive big box trucks! You’re probably unpacking from some event or something. Kids these days always making up jobs to seem more important.’
Me: ‘I promise you, I do not work here. Would you like me to get a manager or something to clear things up?’
Karen: ‘Yes! I want to tell the manager how awful your service has been.’
So I went to grab the acting manager, who happened to be the owner of the shop as well. We’ll call him Brian because I’ve never met a Brian I didn’t like.
Me: ‘So this is Brian. He’s the acting manager today. Like I was explaining, I do not work here, but Brian might be able to help you out.’
Brian: ‘Yes ma’am, this guy actually doesn’t work here. He’s just delivering boards. He owns a local skateboard manufacturer and we carry his decks and merchandise to help support a local company.’
Karen: ‘Wow you really got your manager to lie on your behalf. Well, listen here Brian! This man has treated me like absolute garbage. He was ignoring me while he unpacked for your event, and then he refused to give me a discount for the terrible service!’
Brian: ‘Ma’am, he doesn’t work here. He doesn’t have the ability to give you a discount, and we didn’t have an event. He is the Manufacturer.’
Karen: ‘Stop lying to me. He is a bad employee and he deserves to be fired.’
Brian (Jokingly): ‘Hey man, you heard the lady. You deserve to be fired from our shop. I would fire you right now, on this complete stranger’s recommendation, but you don’t work here.’
Me (Also Jokingly): ‘NOOOOOO!’
Karen: ‘You two are extremely rude. Can I speak to someone in charge? About this situation?’
Me: ‘Well I own the manufacturing company, so I am in charge.’
Brian: ‘And I own Local Skateboard Shop, so I am also in charge.’
Karen: ‘I am going to call your corporate and figure out who’s actually in charge.’
Not even a second later Karen calls the shop number. Brian went to answer the phone but she grabbed his arm angrily and motioned for him to stay put. Some other random employee ended up answering.
Karen: ‘I want to speak to the manager!’
Random Employee: ‘Hey Brian! It’s for you!’
Karen just hangs up and storms out. She gives us the finger and yells about how terrible management is to pretend like I don’t work there. I finish up my business with Brian and the shop and head out. No need to drag it out any further and we can always laugh about it later.
So I get back to this shop a few days ago for my next delivery and Brian lets me know that Karen came back after a day or two. He ended up declining to give her any special discounts, but did tell her about the on sale clearance items. Being the entitled lady she was, apparently, the clearance gear was not good enough for her. She wanted brand name items, and demanded a heavy discount.
Brian ended up telling her that there were other shops in the area that may be better suited to her budget if that were the case. We had a quick laugh about how ridiculous customers are, and how this kind of customer comes in like once a week.”
Carry Your Own Groceries
“So, this happened several years ago when I was in my late teens/early twenties at the local Walmart. I was going through a grunge goth phase and so wore mostly black jeans and black tee shirts with grunge metal band logos. Outside of a Hot Topic or a Spencers, I doubt I’d be mistaken for a typical employee. Apparently the proverbial ‘entitled Karen’ disagreed.
There I am, looking through the produce aisle near the front of the store when I heard a loud ‘AHEM.’ I promptly ignored it because I was in a bit of a hurry and just wanted to get home asap, and thought it was probably directed at someone else. That apparently was not what the entitled Karen wanted because she jabbed me on the shoulder. I turned around somewhat angered.
Now here’s another little detail about me, I’m ‘6’5′ built like a football linemen and not particularly sociable outside of friends and family. So when I turned around, squared up to her, and glared at the diminutive Karen remaining completely silent, I could tell for just an instant she was having second thoughts about her decision.
Karen: ‘Um, Why didn’t you turn around when I first tried to get your attention?’ asked the Karen. ‘I need YOU to carry MY groceries for ME out to MY car.’
‘Uhh- I don’t…’ I said trying to process her bizarre demand.
‘It’s COMPANY POLICY, Walmart employees HAVE to take out any customer’s groceries to their car upon request. Chop chop,’ Karen said holding out 6 bags of groceries to me.
‘I don’t work here.’ I said, finally figuring out why a random stranger made such a bizarre demand.
‘Of course you do. I’ve seen other teens working here wearing the same thing as YOU,’ said the Karen.
‘You’ve seen other employees wearing all black, in a Nirvana tee shirt, without a name tag?’ I said looking at her with obvious skepticism.
At that point, I could see it dawn on her face that absolutely nothing about my outfit screamed underpaid, overworked, Walmart employee but surprisingly even this didn’t completely deter her. Cue her obnoxious sigh.
‘WELL, I still need SOMEONE to carry my bags for me,’ said the Karen in the exact same entitled tone she’d used before.
I looked this 30 – 40 year old Karen over before saying, ‘You don’t appear to be elderly or physically crippled, I think you got this,’ and promptly turned my back on her to continue my shopping. I looked over my shoulder a few steps away and watched her carrying her own bags out the exit without the slightest bit of difficulty.”
You Have The Wrong Number
“Today, I was half-way through my shift working on the company’s Faro Arm, inspecting some parts for an upcoming customer PPAP when my phone goes off. I don’t recognize the number so I assume it’s either a spam call (I get a lot of those), a customer checking in on their PPAP, or someone from my family who somehow forgot I can’t answer my phone at work. I let it ring and it goes silent. Ping Voicemail. Ok I’ll listen to that later.
Not even a few seconds later, the phone rings again. Same number. Ok…maybe they accidentally redialed me? I let it ring and again, they leave a voicemail…that’s odd.
AGAIN, the phone rings and it’s the same number. I put the scanner down, leave the building and answer the phone as it rings a fourth time.
Kind of annoyed, but trying to keep calm and professional, I answer:
Me: ‘Hello, this is-‘
Woman: ‘Where the heck are you?! I’ve been waiting here for almost twenty minutes! Where are you?!’
Me: Kinda stunned and confused after getting my ear blasted by this random woman ‘Uhh…I’m sorry, who is this?’
Woman: ‘This is_! John gave me this number and said you would be here to help me load my car! Where are you?!’
Me: ‘Ma’am, please stop screaming. I have no clue what you’re talking about.’
Woman: ‘John from -company name- said you were going to help load my furniture up when I got to the store. I’ve been waiting here in the parking lot for over thirty minutes now and the store is closed and no one is here!’
Me: ‘I’m sorry to hear that ma’am, but I don’t work there. I don’t even know what that store is.’
Woman: ‘Are you freaking stupid?! John gave me THIS number to call! Of course you work here!’
Me: ‘Maybe he gave you the wrong number or you wrote it down wrong? I’m sorry, but I can’t help you.’
-There’s some more muffled shouting and grumbling then the husband answers the phone
Lady’s Husband: ‘Why are you being so rude to my wife?! We just want someone to load the furniture into our truck. It’s not that hard!’
Me: ‘Sir, I was never rude to your wife. She’s the one who started shouting at me and called my phone repeatedly. I know moving furniture isn’t hard, but I don’t work at that place so-‘
Lady’s Husband: ‘Yes, you work here! Why would John give us your number if you don’t work here?’
Me: ‘Sir, I don’t know anyone named John! I don’t work at a furniture store! I don’t know what you are hoping to accomplish here besides wasting my time. You called me during work and it’s not easy to answer my phone.’
Lady’s Husband: ‘I’m wasting YOUR time?! I’m going to call John and get your lazy, rude, butt fired! This is horrible service! I expected better of this place!’
Me: ‘Sir, I got to go. Call your friend John and ask him for the number again, because you got the wrong one.’
Lady’s Husband: -hangs up
I head back to my office when the phone rings AGAIN….you guessed it, it’s the woman.
Me: ‘Please do not call this number again. I will block this number and if you continue to call, I’ll involve the police.’
Woman: ‘What is wrong with you?! Why can’t you just come load our truck?! Are you really that lazy, you stupid-?!’
Me: ‘MA’AM! I. DO NOT. Work there! I’m not sure how many different ways I can say this! Now please, stop calling me!’
Before she even got the chance to respond, I hung up and blocked the number…finally, silence. I was curious so I looked that company up when I got back inside and it looks like a ma-pa unfinished furniture store that’s several states away from where I live! How in the world she called me thinking I lived there with a phone number that has an out-of-state area code…I have no clue. Crazy people do crazy things I guess. I feel bad for this John guy who’s probably going to get his head bitten off by these people. I almost wonder if he gave them the wrong number so they could annoy someone else.”