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    Category: Bad Behavior

    An Eye-Catching Lesson

    | USA | Bad Behavior, Health & Body

    (I was born with congenital glaucoma, a condition that causes blindness if left untreated. As such, I went through several surgeries as a child and have mostly corrected vision with glasses, although one eye is still a little damaged. Because of these surgeries, my eyes are extremely unique-looking and sometimes startle people – some of them do make comments, but they’re mostly harmless and more curious than anything else. I’ve lived with this disease all my life, so I’m very open and frequently joke about it, but I still get very sensitive when people try to put me on the spot or harass me about it. On this particular day, a customer comes up and places a box of shoes on my register.)

    Me: “Good morning, sir. How are you today?”

    Customer: “Just fine. And yourself?”

    Me: “Doing great.”

    (It’s company policy to check shoe sizes and styles to make sure the customer leaves with a matching pair. Because of my condition, I’m extremely near-sighted without my glasses, which is perfect for reading the small tags on shoes.)

    Me: *takes off glasses and begins checking shoes*

    Customer: *laughs* “You either eat more carrots or put your glasses back on.”

    (Normally, I’m fine with joking about my eyesight, but I get very sensitive when people make fun of it.)

    Me: *continues checking shoes* “Sir, glaucoma chose me, not the other way around.”

    Customer: “Oh…”

    (I looked up in time to see the blood drain from the man’s face and his expression turn sheepish. He apologized profusely, which I accepted, and left quietly. I smiled on the inside, knowing that I’ve taught someone a small lesson about judging someone with glasses.)

    This Customer Is Soda-pressing

    | VA, USA | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink

    (I am a barista at a famous, internationally known coffee shop and working at the cash register. The company at the moment only sells coffee-related drinks, ‘frappuccinos,’ teas, and other caffeine/coffee related products for drinks.)

    Me: “Good morning, ma’am! And what can I get for you?”

    Customer: “I’d like a ham artisan sandwich.”

    Me: “All right, and anything to drink?

    Customer: “And I want a diet [Soda].”

    Me: *thinking that I misheard her* “I’m sorry, ma’am, what did you say?”

    Customer: “I SAID I want a diet [Soda].”

    Me: “Oh, um, I’m sorry, ma’am; we don’t… carry that here.”

    Customer: *looks at me with both eyebrows raised, incredulously* “You don’t carry soda?”

    Me: “No, ma’am.”

    Customer: *throws her head back, scoffing* “That’s ridiculous! Fine, then I’ll just have a…” *looks at the menu* “I’ll just have a coffee then.”

    Me: “All right, just a coffee? Would you like the medium blend? Or a different brew?” *we have a light, medium, dark, and decaf at the ready right behind me*

    Customer: *scoffs again* “Just a coffee! Whatever!”

    Me: “All right, one medium coffee. Anything else?”

    Customer: “That’s all!” *she looks at her friend/coworker the whole time as if this was all a tiring exchange*

    Making Universal University Assumptions

    | USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, School

    (I am in college and working full-time as the receptionist for a car repair shop to pay my way. Because I don’t always have customers calling or coming in, the management allows me to bring my homework with me, provided I can put it down immediately when someone phones or comes in. I am 21 and look very young for my age. One older customer walks in and looks down at the book on the desk while I’m pulling her file.)

    Customer: “Does your teacher know you’re skipping class?”

    Me: “Well… this is just my homework. Now, about your car—”

    Customer: “What? High schools don’t have class at night. Is it even legal for you to be here?”

    Me: “Actually, I’m in college. I’m 21; I just look a lot younger than I am.”

    Customer: “Do not lie to me, young lady. You should be ashamed of yourself. Skipping class and lying. Does your manager know this?”

    Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I’m not in high school. And I’m working on my schoolwork here, so I’m obviously not trying to ditch schoolwork. Now, if I can get you to sign these papers here, we’ll get the estimator to come and—”

    Customer: “Nonsense! You’re just trying to get out of responsibility, and now that I’ve caught you, you’re trying to distract me by talking about my car! You young people dropping out of school is what is causing the economy issues we’re having!”

    (I quietly flip over the book to show her the cover, which lists the state university name, as well as a college-level class name.)

    Customer: “What forms did you need me to fill out?”

    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…”