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    Her Chances Of A Place Are Spoiled

    | ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

    (I am 11 years old, and I volunteer at a local daycare center. It is part of my job to interview people if they want to send their children here.)

    Me: “Hello and welcome to [Business Name]. I understand you want to send [Child's Name] here?”

    Mother: “Yes I’m thinking about doing so, if you can meet my standards.”

    Me: “Okay then—”

    Mother: “Well, don’t be useless, child! Show me around!”

    Me: “Well here is the main playroom where the children—”

    Mother: “What cleaning supplies do you use?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

    Mother: “Don’t be daft, child! What cleaning supplies do you use here?”

    Me: “We use [Brand Name].”

    Mother: “Oh, I don’t like them. I demand that you use [Other Brand].”

    Me: “Okay, I’ll tell my boss to see if she can ask the janitors to use [Other Brand] next time.”

    Mother: “You had better, child!”

    (At this point, her child begins climbing over the nap time cribs.)

    Me: “Oh, don’t do that [Child's Name] sweetie; you could fall and get hurt!”

    Mother: “No, it’s okay sweetie; I say you can.”

    Me: “Wha? No, ma’am, she isn’t allowed to do that here.”

    Mother: “You can’t tell someone else’s child what to do!”

    Me: “Okay, but when we’re watching her, we get to set and enforce rules.”

    Mother: “Well if [Child's Name] comes here, he will be allowed to climb over the couch.”

    Me: “No, I’m sorry, ma’am. If [Child's Name] comes here, he will be receiving no special treatment, and will not be climbing over the couch.”

    Mother: “Yes, he will.”

    Me: “No, he won’t.”

    Mother: “YES HE WILL BECAUSE I SAID SO!”

    (The mother stamps her foot hard on ground. I am speechless.)

    Mother: “Now, stupid child, give me the papers so that [Child's Name] can be signed up. I request that you stay in another room from my little boy at all times!”

    Me: “But, ma’am! It’s all one room!”

    (My boss, who has been watching our exchange, comes over.)

    Boss: “That’s okay, because you’re fired.”

    Me: “Why? I’m really good with the kids! They like me! They do! And I work for $2.50 for every two hours without complaining! This job means everything to me! Please! I’ll work at $0.50 for every three hours! I need this job so much!”

    Mother: “Serves you right for being a senseless b**** to these children.”

    Boss: “No [My Name], you are not fired. [Mother's Name], you are.”

    (The mother just stops and stands in awe.)

    Boss: “[My Name] was being very helpful to you, and you kept cutting her off. Then, she enforced a big rule, and you told the child to continue to do so anyway. Then you called her a senseless b****, and laughed at her for begging to stay with these children. Now get out before I call the police.”

    Mother: “Fine! I don’t need this place! It sucks anyway!”

    (The mother grabs her child and leaves. My boss turns to me.)

    Boss: “Your next lunch break is on me; you’ve been promoted to $20 for every two hours, and you can go home now.”

    Stress About The Dress

    | Taylorsville, UT, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

    (I’m an overweight woman, who has always struggled with weight due to a non-functioning thyroid. I struggle to find a store that caters to larger brides until I find this one, so I go to see what they have. There’s a large woman (probably about 5’5 and 350-380 pounds) on the stage in the center of the room having a fitting done. I’m browsing the catalogs when I hear an exchange between a daughter and her mother and the manager. The daughter is a thin girl who appears spoiled with how she talks. The daughter is staring at the larger woman on the stage, and leans in to her mother.)

    Daughter: “I can’t believe someone like her is actually getting married!”

    Mother: “I didn’t think whales mated for life!”

    (The bride-to-be has clearly heard the comments, and is looking devastated. She takes a step away from the manager who is doing the fitting, but the manager stops her and walks up to the mother and daughter.)

    Manager: “I can’t believe you think you’re going to get a dress from my store.”

    Daughter: “Well, joke’s on you then, because I’m actually here to pick it up! Besides, I’ve already paid.”

    Manager: “Oh, you’re picking up your order? What’s the name?”

    Mother: “It’s [Name].”

    Manager: “Alright…”

    (The manager goes behind the counter, taps some things on the register, and then hands a receipt.)

    Manager: “I need you to sign this.”

    Mother: “What’s this?”

    (The mother signs anyway.)

    Manager: “That’s you signing that you have accepted a full refund for your purchase. You can find another store to get your dresses at. I just cancelled your order and am refusing you service. Now leave before I call the police.”

    Daughter: “YOU CAN’T DO THIS! MY WEDDING IS IN NEXT WEEK! HOW DARE YOU!”

    (The daughter starts throwing things around.)

    Mother: “We had those dresses custom made! How could you cancel her order! Look at her!”

    Manager: “I cancelled the order because I am not going to let any bride feel like she’s not worthy of marriage just because of her size. Clearly you both feel that you are better than others, and I have no place for clients that are, frankly, a**-holes. I’m calling the police, and since I still have your card information, I’m going to charge you for whatever damages your daughter causes.”

    (The manager picks up the phone. The mother grabs her daughter and they rush out of the door. I ended up buying my dress from them, and it was BEAUTIFUL! Turns out the manager has a daughter who has a severe thyroid disease and has struggled with weight as well!)

    Gloss Over The Facts

    | IN, USA | Bad Behavior, Extra Stupid, Technology

    (I’m on a phone with a customer. I’ve just finished going through all the print sizes, finishes, and prices.)

    Customer: “I’m going to send some 8x10s through the internet; how much will they be?”

    Me: “They are $3.99.”

    Customer: “What finish are your 8×10 prints?”

    Me: “They are glossy.”

    Customer: “But I need a matte finish.”

    Me: “The machine that prints 8x10s can print a glossy finish. You can always go to [location]; they only have the matte finish.”

    Customer: “But I want to order them here!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but our machine is unable to print matte photos.”

    Customer: “Can you try?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but that machine only prints a glossy finish.”

    Customer: “Yes, but can you try?”

    Me: “We do not have the ability to print photos with a matte finish. We can only make glossy prints.”

    Customer: “I don’t understand why you won’t try! You w****!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but the w**** who runs the machine is unwilling to talk in circles. Good day!” *click*

    They Are Gnat Worth The Trouble

    | Massapequa, NY, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Money

    (I am working in a women’s clothing store. When an item is marked down, we put a red line through the barcode of the tag attached to the piece of clothing. A customer and her daughter in her 20s bring up a dress.)

    Customer: “Hi, we found this on the sale rack.”

    (I scan it. It comes up full price. Confused, I check the tag; there is a black line through the barcode, instead of a red one. Someone must have marked it down by accident, realized their mistake, and tried to correct it by drawing a black line over the red one, instead of just printing out a new tag for the dress. And then someone else misunderstood the black line and put it on the sale rack anyway.)

    Me: “Ah. Okay, so I’m afraid this is actually full price—”

    (The two customers’ eyes flash, and I know I’m in trouble.)

    Customer: “But this was on the sale rack.”

    Me: “I know. I’m so sorry for the confusion. I think what happened is, someone accidentally marked this down, but realized their mistake.” *I show her the tag* “See, we usually put a red line through it; this is black. It came up full price when I scanned it.”

    Customer: “Well, that’s false advertising!”

    Me: “No, no, it’s not. It was just a mistake someone else made when they put it back. I’m sorry about that.”

    (The customer and her daughter exchange a look.)

    Customer: “Well, it’s really your attitude that’s the problem.”

    Me: *flabbergasted* “What attitude? I’m just explaining what happened.”

    (The daughter laughs condescendingly.)

    Daughter: “Come on. We don’t have time for—” *she gestures at me with a flick of her wrist* “—this little gnat.”

    Me: “I was just—”

    (Another customer at the other register chimes in.)

    Other Customer: “It’s not you.”

    (We all look over. The other customer is looking through her pocketbook for her wallet, but it’s clear she’s talking to me.)

    Other Customer: “It’s not you.”

    (My customer and her daughter shut up. They leave the dress on the counter and walk away. My manager walks up, and I wonder if I’m in trouble.)

    Manager: “What was THAT all about?”

    Other Customer: “It wasn’t you. Seriously, they were really mean.”

    Manager: “Ah, okay. That’s what it sounded like. Don’t let them get to you.”

    (To the other customer, thanks for putting in the good word for me! It made me feel less like a gnat!)

    Grabbed The Wrong Baker’s Buns

    | USA | Bad Behavior, Love/Romance

    (I am visiting with two of my best friends at their little bakery. They are married, and have been best friends since the day I introduced them. The wife and I are doing some shopping for ingredients while business is slow. As we return to the bakery, a man stops and holds the door open for us. I go in first and the wife follows after me; we both thank him.)

    Wife: *suddenly yelps*

    Me: “What? What happened?”

    Wife: “He slapped my a**!”

    Man: “Don’t you know a true gentleman opens the door for a lady, and then slaps her a**? It’s a compliment, you stupid b****!”

    Wife: “Excuse me?!”

    (The wife is about five seconds from kicking the living crap out of this guy, when her husband walks over and calmly steps in front of her. He himself is wearing a suit and tie still, because he has not changed into his work clothes yet.)

    Husband: “Sir, I am going to have to ask you to leave.”

    Man: “Why?! I didn’t do anything!”

    Husband: “A true gentleman opens the door for a lady, which is true. However, a true gentleman NEVER touches a lady without her consent. Ever.”

    Man: “Man, why the h*** do you care so much?!”

    (The husband simply smiles and then looms in close to the man’s face. The man is nearly 5’7″ while my friend is 6’2″. The man’s face goes sheet white.)

    Husband: “For your information, that little lady is my wife. I own this bakery, and unless you would like me to show you how long it will take me to beat you to bloody pulp, I suggest you leave.”

    (The man scurries off and is later charged for assault. As for my two friends, let’s just say the husband got an extra treat that night.)


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