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    First Class Has No Class

    | France | Bad Behavior, Top, Tourists/Travel, Transportation

    (A group of friends and I are just coming back from backpacking in southern France when our train breaks down. All passengers are advised to take another train; however, it is already full. As there is no more standing room in the second class, we head to the first class. We ask the ticket inspector if it is allowed. He says it’s fine. A group of businessmen in suits already seated in the first class seem to disagree and call the ticket inspector over.)

    Businessman: “Excuse me? Could you please check the tickets of those youngsters? They don’t look like they would have tickets to the first class.”

    Ticket Inspector: “They don’t indeed. However, second class is completely full.”

    Businessman: “I understand that. However, I am paying your train company several thousands a year and for that, I expect a certain level of service. I am from Switzerland and own a large company myself! Those people only paid for one second class ticket and probably got it from a sale!”

    Ticket Inspector: “Again, I apologise. They have paid for their ticket and they have a right to get to Paris, same as you.”

    Businessman: “I will be calling your company to let them know about this situation!”

    Ticket Inspector: “All right, then, sir. I will chase them out of this compartment. As there is no more space for standing, I will have to stop this train here. They will have to get off here and walk to the next town, and the train will be even more delayed. But at least you, the important businessman, will not have to be near those students. Is that what you want?”

    (The businessman gets silent. The people he is travelling with are visibly uncomfortable.)

    Ticket inspector: “If you wish to call and complain about me to the company, be my guest. Good bye, sir.”

    (On his way out of the first class, the ticket inspector smiles and wishes us a pleasant trip. I only wish I could have bought this man a drink!)

    Behavior Past The Tipping Point

    | Melbourne, VIC, Australia | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Food & Drink

    (I’ve just finished cleaning the entire lobby before our next session goes in. I’m now back at the counter serving, with a large group of patrons waiting in line.)

    Me: “Is that everything?”

    Customer: “Yeah, but my drink is too full.”

    Me: “Oh, I’ll empty some out if you like.”

    Customer: “No, I’ll do it.” *tips half of her soda all over my clean bench and walks off*

    Setting Daddy’s Little Girl Straight

    | New Haven, CT, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Money, Rude & Risque, Top

    (I’m gay and working in a clothing store for teens/young adults. A roughly 15-year-old girl comes into the store. Her dad is sitting on a bench right outside the store in clear view of the check-out counter.)

    Girl: “Hey there. Do you offer discounts for pretty girls?”

    Me: “I’m afraid not. Unless you have a coupon, your total will be [total].”

    Girl: “Maybe you can give me a discount for a different kind of coupon?” *slowly pops open the top buttons of her shirt*

    Me: “Oh, honey, you’re gonna need a few more years and a surgery before that’s going to work on me.”

    Girl: *scowling* “Are you calling me flat-chested?”

    Me: “Different kind of surgery, honey.” *pointing out my rainbow bracelet*

    Girl: “Oh, ew!”

    (The girl’s dad has managed to storm right up next to his daughter without her noticing. He’s clearly fuming.)

    Girl’s Dad: “You better have a good reason for flashing this kid your cleavage, [Girl’s Full Name].”

    (He made her put all her clothes back and leave the store in tears.)

    The Father Of All Bad Examples

    | MO, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

    (I work at an indoor children’s play place. Leaving with kids who aren’t yours could be a problem, so we stamp a different number on every family’s hand, You can’t leave with a child who has a separate number. I am working the front counter where I have to stamp a number on the family’s hands, work the register, answer the phone, and check family’s hands to let them out the door. Sometimes it’s overwhelming working by yourself.)

    Me: *answering phone* “Thank you for calling [Indoor Play Area]. How may I help you?”

    Caller: “I’d like to get a birthday party room for my son.”

    Me: “Okay, give me the date and I’ll start looking up times for you.”

    (As I am looking up times for the caller, an enraged father comes up to me.)

    Father: “HEY! WHERE’S MY SON!?”

    Me: *caught completely off guard * “What!?”

    Father: “WHERE IS MY SON?! YOU LET MY SON WALK OUT THE FRONT DOOR! WHERE THE H*** IS MY SON?”

    Me: “Sir, the door that you go out of is locked and I have been keeping an eye on this door. I’m sure your son is still in here and is in the the [play area] somewhere.”

    Father: “YOU LET MY SON OUT THIS DOOR! IS HE IN THE PARKING LOT? IF HE GETS HIT, I’M KICKING YOU’RE A**! HE GETS HIT, I’M SUING YOU!”

    (Some back and forth goes on like this for a minute. I am almost ready to go into the parking lot to find his son when some other father in the [play area], actually playing with his child and keeping an eye on him, speaks up.)

    Other Father: “Hey [Father], isn’t this your son?”

    (The father looks up and sees his son directly above us in the [play area] watching this whole little episode. He looks back at me, doesn’t say a word, and walks away. I sit there for a few seconds, collecting myself.)

    Caller: “Is someone yelling at you?”

    Me: “Oh, shoot. Sorry, ma’am. I completely forgot you were still on the phone.”

    Caller: “Haha, that’s quite all right. That guy is kind of a d***.”

    (I set up the birthday party, and then went on working. I’m closing this night, too, so I have the distinct pleasure of having to check this father’s hand to make sure it’s his son. They finally decide to leave after a while. As they walk up to the door.)

    Me: “Excuse me, sir, but I have to check your hands to make sure this is your son.”

    (They show me their numbers and he is, in fact, this boy’s father.)

    Me: “Have a nice day, sir.”

    (The father never said a word to me or made eye contact. What a great example of how to be a man he is setting for his son.)

    Knock Your Socks Off

    | IL, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Bizarre

    (I’m the cashier. The store has a rewards loyalty card. The transaction has been normal up to this point.)

    Me: “Do you have a [Store] rewards card?”

    Customer #1: “No, I do not! I was fired from this store because I wore the wrong colored socks! So I refuse to get a rewards card.”

    (The customer suddenly throws her credit card at me. I’m speechless so I just finish the transaction in stunned silence.)

    Me: “Have a good day.”

    (Customer #1 huffs out of the store. The customer behind her comes up to the register with a dumbfounded look on his face.)

    Customer #2: “I have a feeling wearing the wrong socks wasn’t the reason she was fired.”


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