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    I Am (Not) Sick Of All The Attention

    | UK | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Health & Body

    (I work in the accident and emergency department of a hospital. It’s a Friday night, and Girl #1 has just come in with anaphylaxis. I am with Girl #2 at this point, who came in via ambulance.)

    Girl #2: “My friend [Girl #1] is here at the moment, and everyone was fussing over her so much! She’s fine, right?”

    Me: “I wouldn’t know; I haven’t seen her.”

    Girl #2: “I know she’s fine. Everyone is making such a big deal out of this. That’s why I called the ambulance. She can’t get all the attention to herself!”

    Me: *confused* “Wait, what? So there’s nothing wrong with you? Why are you here?”

    Girl #2: “But can you make it sound like I’m really ill? I need to be able to trump her!”

    Regrade The Service

    | NY, USA | Bad Behavior, Rude & Risque, School

    (I’m a high school student, and I work at my dad’s sports grill. I am bussing a table when I recognize an old middle school teacher. His friend then decides to strike up a conversation.)

    Friend: “Hey, cutie, can I buy you a drink?”

    Me: “Unfortunately, drinking on the job is prohibited. Also, I’m underage.”

    Friend: “Well.” *winks* “You don’t look underage.”

    Teacher: “I had her in eighth grade… three years ago.”

    Friend: *shrinking and turning red* “Oh…”

    Me: “Yeah…”

    Wait An Extra Hour For The Bigotry Bus

    | San Antonio, TX, USA | Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Transportation

    (I work as a city bus driver in San Antonio and I’m fairly openly transgender… I believe it’s more than obvious even in uniform. I hear and receive a few insults daily. I normally deal with those pretty easily, but today one struck a nerve, mostly because it was aimed at someone else on the bus doing something really nice. An obviously gay man is offering the seat next to them to an old man.)

    Old Man: “I don’t want to be seated next to some [homosexual slur]!”

    (I park the bus and look back.)

    Me: “Then you wouldn’t want to be driven around by one either. The next bus is in a hour. You can catch it here.”

    (The whole bus is dead silent for 20 seconds. Then the old man starts cursing me out, calling me every name in the book.)

    Me: “Sir, I’m giving you 30 seconds before I call the cops and have you removed off this bus for discrimination.”

    (The old man continued cursing but left the second I reached for the phone. The whole bus applauded and pretty much thanked me/congratulated me as they left. The man I defended gave me a five dollar tip and a thank you as he left!)

    Unable To Deconstruct Their Reasoning

    | ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Theme Of The Month

    (I am working a summer job as an administrative assistant on a construction site. As part of my job, I go into a major office supply store for supplies quite often. Working on site I always have to wear a day-glo reflective shirt, jeans, and work boots, obviously a very different uniform than any retail store. Also, I would usually be very dusty because of the conditions on the work site.)

    Customer: “Excuse me, where can I find the binders that are on sale?”

    Me: *ignoring her because I think she’s talking to a nearby employee*

    Customer: “Excuse me!” *grabs my shoulder*

    Me: *jumping back* “Uh…”

    Customer: “Oh, do you not work here?”

    Me: “Obviously not.”

    Customer: “No need to be rude!”

    (Another time, same store. Standing in line at the check-out, a customer in front of me wants to make a return. The cashier has to call the manager.)

    Cashier: *calls manager over speakers*

    Customer: *clears throat and looks at me*

    Me: *ignores her*

    Customer: *clears throat again, loudly*

    Me: “Uh… yes?”

    Customer: “Why are you just standing there? I need to make a return.”

    Me: “That is precisely why I’m standing here. I’m waiting for you.”

    Customer: “You’re just standing around while the cashier needs your help?! I don’t have all day, you know!”

    Me: “Oh. I don’t work here.”

    (The manager arrives, does the transaction, and the lady leaves.)

    Cashier: “You’re obviously wearing construction clothes. Why would anyone think you work here?”

    Me: “I honestly could not tell you. But this is not the first time it has happened.”

    (By the end of the summer, about 80% of the time I went to that store, a customer would mistake me for an employee. It became a running joke between me and the store staff.)

    Ignoring Those Nuggets Of Information

    , | Baton Rouge, LA, USA | Bad Behavior, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (At our restaurant we serve a nugget meal, which comes with 8 or 12 nuggets. It’s the #5, but many people order a #8 or #12, wanting the nuggets. When they order a #12, it’s pretty easy to catch the error, as we don’t have a #12, but the #8 gets mixed up a lot with the actual #8, which is a grilled chicken club sandwich. I make it a habit to double and triple check #8 orders just in case. It happens way more often than I’d like. It’s near closing time, and most of the other employees are cleaning or working the drive-thru. I’m the only one at the register.)

    Customer: “Yeah, I’d like the #8 with sweet tea.”

    Me: “Okay, that’ll be the grilled chicken club meal with a sweet tea?”

    Customer: “Um, yeah! That’s what I said!”

    Me: “Okay, just double-checking. Your total will be [total].”

    Customer: “Why would you need to check? I SAID a #8! What’s so hard?”

    Me: “I apologize, sir. Just wanting to make sure it’s right.”

    Customer: *getting very irate at what he seems to take as an insult to his intelligence* “Of course it’s right!! WHY WOULDN’T IT BE?”

    Me: “Sorry, sir.”

    (I finish ringing up his order, give him his drink, and his food, which has just come up.)

    Me: “Have a nice day, sir.”

    (I help the next person, then two women step up to my register.)

    Lady #1: “Hi, I’d like a #12, please.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am; we don’t have a #12. Did you want the #5 with 12 nuggets instead?”

    Lady #1: “Oh, yes! I’m so sorry! Didn’t mean to say that; I guess I was just thinking of the number I wanted and it came out wrong.”

    Me: “Don’t worry about it. It’s no problem at all.”

    Lady #2: “We’re paying together. I guess I shouldn’t order a #8 if I want nuggets, right?”

    (She’s grinning, so I know she’s joking. I laugh.)

    Me: “You’d really be surprised how often that happens, honestly—”

    (Customer #1 suddenly storms back inside and to my register, cutting in front of the women.)

    Customer #1: “You gave me the wrong thing! Why is there a sandwich in here?”

    Me: “Sir, if you’ll wait just a minute, I’ll finish this order and then help you, as there are no other customers in line.”

    Customer #1: “NO! I am in a hurry and you messed up my order!”

    (I already know what his problem is, but I’m not about to help him over the other women who were already at my register.)

    Me: “Sir, please wait just a minute, okay?”

    Customer #1: *ignoring me* “I ordered a nugget meal and got a sandwich! I demand you fix this for free! How hard is it to get my food right?”

    Lady #1: “Oh, go ahead. We’re not in a rush.”

    Me: “Are you sure, ma’am?”

    Lady #2: “Yeah, it’s fine.”

    Me: “Okay. Now, sir, may I have your receipt?”

    (He thrusts it in my face.)

    Customer #1: “I ordered an #8 and I got this sandwich!”

    Me: “Sir, I’m sorry, the #8 is our chicken club sandwich. I remember taking this order a few minutes ago, and I repeated your order to you to make sure it was right. You did say it was.”

    Customer #1: “I wanted the nuggets, idiot! How hard is it to know I wanted the 8 nuggets?”

    Me: “I do apologize, sir—”

    Customer #1: “Don’t apologize! Fix! It! Now!”

    Lady #1: “Sir, you need to calm down. I ordered the wrong thing by accident, too, but I’m not acting like a child about it. If you ordered wrong and told her it was right when she repeated your order, it’s your own fault. Buy the nuggets if you want, but don’t make them give you free food over your own mistake.”

    Lady #2: “And you’d better hurry if you’re in such a rush.”

    Customer #1: “Fine! Do you sell the nuggets by themselves?”

    (We do, and I ring up his order. He leaves in a huff after getting his nuggets.)

    Lady #1: “You weren’t kidding about people mixing those combos up, honey!”

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