A friend of mine works in a camera store. The other day a very confused looking woman approached the counter and handed my friend a camera. She said "I took pictures, but I forgot to have film in the camera. Can you please get them out of the camera for me?"

Ok, I work at DQ. I always thought that the people who asked if we sold milkshakes were stupid. I mean, we have icecream, we have syrup, we have a blender, but no we don't make milkshakes. I thought they were stupid until someone actually asked if we sold cones. It was everything I could do to keep from laughing. I wanted to say "No sir we don't sell cones at Dairy Queen. We do not sell cold dairy desserts of any kind. The only reason we are called Dairy Queen is because of the cheese on our hamburgers."

A few summers ago I met one of the most ignorant and rude customers ever. He came in and stared at the menuboard for a while and then asked how much a hotdog was. I told him the price, it was around $1.75 at the time. He then became outraged at the ludicrous price. He shouted and raved that he could go to the grocery store and buy a pack of 12 hotdogs for the same price. I just stood there and calmly stared at him as if to say "Ok, so why don't you go to the grocery store then, nobody's forcing you to buy our hotdog." Then he shut up and bought the hotdog. I shrugged and gave him his hotdog. He then demanded to know where his receipt was. I told him that our cash registers don't automatically print every receipt, to save on paper. He totally flew off the handle and ranted about how according to section 102 blah of the Nova Scotia Tourism legislation whatever said that all restauraunts must give their customers receipts. I gave him his receipt and he stormed off to find a seat. My manager and I giggled at the fact that he was so very wrong because he was ignorant of the fact that fast food restaraunts weren't part of the Tourism industry. I mean who would think they were? Fast food chains are the same no matter which city or country you go to. You look through a tour guide of far off lands, fast food chains ain't on it. So later, the guy came up again and asked for a blizzard. I gave him the price, which I think was around $3-something, and again with the fireworks. He went on and on about how the price was outrageous and how he can get a blizzard at a certain DQ (which was a 2 1/2 hour drive away) for only $1.00 and how he shouldn't have to pay that much. Again I simply stood there and stared at him with a look that said "So don't buy it then dipshit." He bought it anyway, the finishing touch to his useless rant. I asked him, with a hint of sarcasm, if he would like his receipt. He took his blizzard and sat down while me and my manager discussed the bullshit bit of information he gave us. Blizzard prices were the same all over the province, in what fantasy world did he find this magical $1.00 blizzard? It certainly wasn't the one he claimed to get it at. In a vindictive and infantile attempt at revenge he ate most of the blizzard and dumped the rest on the floor. I smiled and waved as he left. Rude ignorant prick. I swear some people should just be put out of everybody else's misery.

Recently, when I was at work, I overheard a conversation that made me almost laugh. A woman was talking to a man and he was telling her what country he was from. It went something like this :
Man: "I'm from Liberia."
Woman: "What?"
Man: "I'm from Liberia."
Woman: *stares blankly*
Woman's friend: "It's in Africa"
Woman: "Oh, Nigeria."
Man: "No, Liberia."
Woman: *stares blankly*
me: *oh god some people are so clueless.*