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    Going Off The Deep End

    | Sacramento, CA, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids, Theme Of The Month, Top

    (I am a lifeguard at a public pool. While guarding the diving boards, I hear a loud smack from behind me. I turn to see two children who look to be about 10 or 11, standing in line for the high dive, yelling at each other.)

    Me: “Excuse me, is there a problem?”

    Boy: “YEAH! She hit me!”

    Girl: “NO! He hit me first!”

    Boy: “Nuh-uh! You hit ME first!”

    (I look and see that both children have red marks on their face, as if they were recently slapped. However, I have no way of finding out who started this fight.)

    Me: “Excuse me, but—”

    Woman In Line: “Send them to the back of the line! Punish those brats!”

    Me: *to woman* “Don’t worry, ma’am; I’ve got this situation under—”

    Boy: “You can’t send me to the back! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

    (The boy runs off in terror.)

    Girl: “I’m not going to the back of the line! You can’t make me! I’ve been in line FOREVER!”

    Me: “I’m not going to send you to the back if the line. I just—”

    Girl: “I’m not going to the back of the line!”

    Me: “I didn’t say—”

    Girl: “I’M NOT GOING! YOU CAN’T MAKE ME! I’M TELLING MY DADDY ABOUT THIS, YOU F*****!”

    (The girl stomps away to get her father. A few minutes later, a rather large and intimidating man comes up to me.)

    Man: “Look, I’m sorry for how my daughter acted. We’ve been trying to teach her some manners. Don’t worry about it.”

    (Later, I find out that the man called the lead lifeguard, and I got officially commended!)

    Have A Heart (Attack)

    | SK, Canada | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Health & Body, Top

    (I work at a walk-in medical clinic located in a shopping center. It is about 20 minutes before closing and as a result, it’s only the doctor and I working. A man walks in complaining of chest pain, and goes into full cardiac arrest. I am in the back assisting the doctor for approximately 10 minutes as he stabilizes the patient and the paramedics arrive. Once the paramedics take over, I head for the front desk. There is a patient waiting.)

    Patient: “About d*** time! I have been waiting for five minutes!”

    Me: “I am sorry, ma’am. We had a patient in full cardiac arrest and the doctor required my assistance.”

    Patient: “That’s no excuse for bad service. I shouldn’t have had to wait that long. Now, I want to see a doctor.”

    Me: “Unfortunately, the doctor will be leaving with the patient and paramedics to go to the hospital. We have to close a few minutes early.”

    Patient: “This is ridiculous. I have a sore throat and I need to see a doctor. I demand I be seen before the doctor leaves. Whoever else can wait; I am leaving on a trip tomorrow, and must be seen today.”

    Me: “Ma’am, emergencies take precedence. A heart attack beats a sore throat. You either have to come back tomorrow, or seek care elsewhere.”

    Patient: “I don’t care about your excuses! I am a busy, important person, and need to see a doctor now!”

    (I have lost all patience. I am about to throw her out, when the paramedics start wheeling out the cardiac-arrest patient on the gurney, followed by the doctor.)

    Patient: *still yelling* “There, the doctor is right there. He can see me before he takes care of that lazy guy!”

    Doctor: “Tell you what: have a heart attack right now, and I will be happy to assist you. Otherwise, get your insensitive a** out of my clinic and don’t ever come back.”

    (The customer storms out, but actually tries to come back the next day. She is refused. The man makes a full recovery and sends flowers, gift cards and thoughtful notes to both the doctor and me for the help.)

    Hard Drugs And Harder Pharmacists: The Comic

    | USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Workers, Bad Behavior, Comics, Crazy Requests, Criminal/Illegal

    One Sandwich, Hold The Plural

    , | Stillwater, OK, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Language & Words, Top

    (I am working at a very popular fast food place. I am very sick, and have tried to call in, but as we were short-handed, I am asked to come and just work the lunch rush. Since the lunch rush is over, my manager tells me to help the last two customers, who appear to be construction workers, and then I can go home. I smile brightly despite feeling like crap.)

    Me: “Hi, what can I get for you?”

    Customer: “I want [sandwiches]!”

    (I am confused, as he pluralizes the word and doesn’t specify the number of sandwiches.)

    Me: “Sure, how many would you like?”

    Customer: *glaring* “I… want… ONE… [sandwich]. Do you understand? ONE… [sandwich].”

    Me: “Sure, sorry for the misunderstanding. It’s just usually when someone pluralizes a word, that means they want more than one. Would you like the meal, or just the sandwich?”

    Customer: “I said ONE [sandwich]! I don’t want the d*** meal!”

    Me: “Okay, no problem. Would you like anything else?”

    Customer: “Yeah, give me a small fry and an orange juice.”

    Me: “Sir, it would actually be cheaper for you to just get the meal, which comes with a medium fry, and then you could still get orange juice as the drink.”

    Customer: “I said I don’t want the meal! Are you stupid?”

    Me: “No, sir, just trying to save you money. But that’s fine. Your total is [total].”

    (His total is a couple of dollars more than how much the meal would have been.)

    Customer: “Wait. How much would the meal be?”

    Me: “Just one moment, and I’ll total that up for you.”

    (I press a few buttons, canceling out his order, and replace it with the meal with an orange juice.)

    Me: “Your total doing it that way is [new total].”

    Customer: “Huh. I guess it is cheaper. I’ll do that instead.”

    (The customer pays, and I help the next customer in line, who is apparently one of his coworkers. This one is much nicer than the other one, and even says please and thank you. I get off work and go to change out of my work clothes so I can walk home. On my way out of the bathroom, I’m stopped by the two men.)

    Customer: “Listen, I’m really sorry for how I treated you. There was no excuse for that. I’ve just had a really bad day.”

    Me: “It’s okay, sir, really.”

    Customer: “This is for you.”

    (He hands me an apple pie, which he had apparently gotten after I had gone into the bathroom to change.)

    Customer: “Your manager tells me that you are sick today, and still came in. I never would have guessed you weren’t feeling well. Your customer service is really extraordinary, and I told him so.”

    Me: “Thank you so much, sir. I hope you have a much better day from here on out, both of you!”

    (They wish me a good day also, and tell me they hope I feel better soon. Somehow, after that, I DO actually feel better!)

    Breaking The Bathroom Breaking

    | Baltimore, MD, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Transportation

    (I am taking a four-plus hour flight. It’s a full flight, so our row is full. I’m in the middle seat. The passenger in the window seat is ordering carbonated water and alcohol every time the flight attendant comes by. She has been doing this for hours and is getting up to pee every few minutes; aggravating the rest of us.)

    Window Passenger: *to the aisle passenger in the seat next to her* “Can you move? I need to use the bathroom.”

    Aisle Passenger: *in aisle seat* “You’ve been doing this every few minutes! Could we switch seats? It’ll be easier if you have the aisle seat.”

    Window Passenger: “No! I want this window seat. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go.”

    (She goes, comes back, sits down, and orders another water, which she gulps down. Eight minutes pass.)

    Window Passenger: “Excuse me, move! I need to get to the bathroom!”

    (She goes. The aisle passenger and I are both tired, because we’re trying to sleep and she keeps waking us, and we’re angry because her shoes are getting dirt on us.)

    Me: “Look, man, move into the window seat. I’ll deal with her.”

    (He moves into the window seat just as she comes back. The window passenger instantly yells at him.)

    Window Passenger: “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SEAT?!”

    Me: “I told him to move there.”

    Window Passenger: “YOU HAVE NO RIGHT!”

    Me: “YOU have no right! You’ve made 24 bathroom trips in three hours. We’re trying to sleep, and you’re climbing over us every few minutes and getting dirt from your shoes on our clothes! You left bruises on my leg where you climbed on it! This guy offered to let you sit in the aisle seat, and you said no!”

    Window Passenger: “B****! I’LL TELL THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT!”

    (The flight attendant is called, and I tell him the story.)

    Flight Attendant: *to the window passenger* “Normally, ma’am, I’d side with you, but in this case, I think the young lady is right. It’s very disruptive to our other passengers for you to be climbing over them every few minutes. The gentleman vacated a perfectly good aisle seat, which you will have to use as the flight is full.”

    Window Passenger: “F*** ALL OF YOU! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU’RE DOING THIS TO ME!”

    (She does, however, sit down and stop ordering drinks. She sulks for the rest of the flight, and upon landing, rushes off the plane as fast as she can.)

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