Not a fuck customer story but a cute one.

fuck-customers:

So this story is from my previous job at a thrift store. 

There was this old guy who came in and he didn’t speak a lick of English but he was still trying to ask for help finding an item. Asked pretty much every employee and, since none of them could understand him he just kept getting passed to the next person.

Well, finally he got to me and when he asked for the item again I realised that this whole drama could have been avoided if he had come in a day earlier because the one employee who spoke Polish was off that day. 

How did i know he spoke Polish? Because I know exactly one word in Polish, Czajniczek. And what was he asking everyone for? Czajniczek. A teapot. 

Anyway, he finally gets his teapot and I move on to the next customer. Two days later he comes back in and gives me a really cool present: a hand made apron with lace edged pockets. Polish speaking coworker translates the mutual appreciation between us. Never saw him again but he was the sweetest old man.