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    Santa Baby

    | United Kingdom |

    (I am a supervisor in a daycare. It is Christmas Eve and a child’s mother has arrived to pick him up.)

    Mother: “So, is it okay if I send in his presents with him tomorrow so he can open them here?”

    Me: “Tomorrow? It’s Christmas Day tomorrow…we’ll be closed.”

    Mother: “What? You’re closed tomorrow? But what am I supposed to do with my kid?”

    Me: “Oh, do you have to work tomorrow? That’s unfortunate.”

    Mother: “Work tomorrow? No, I booked it off a long time ago. Why are you closed tomorrow? You’re always open!”

    Me: “Christmas Day is the only day we’re closed all year.”

    Mother: “Well I don’t want him under my feet on Christmas!”

    Me: “Um…”

    Mother: “You don’t want to baby-sit, do you?”

    Daddy’s Little (Working) Girl

    | Texas, USA |

    Caller: “Are you hiring right now?”

    Me: “Yes sir, we are hiring for the infant room.”

    Caller: “Oh, that won’t work. My daughter is 6.”

    Me: “Are you wanting to bring your daughter to our daycare facility?”

    Caller: “Yes. How much do you pay?”

    Me: “Well, I’m not at liberty to discuss what the employees get paid. But, for your daughter’s age, we charge $95 a week.”

    Caller: “So, she will get paid $95 a week?”

    Me: “No, sir. That is what we charge for you to bring your daughter here for the employees to look after, teach, and have play time.”

    Caller: “So she can’t get a job here? She won’t be making any money? F*** it. I’ll call someone else who will give her a job.”

    Vocabulary, Meet Veracity

    | Los Angeles, CA, USA | Top

    (I work at a daycare center and am teaching a room full of two year-old children to memorize their parents’ or guardians’ names and home phone numbers.)

    Me: “So, what’s your daddy’s name?”

    Little girl: “Robert!”

    Me: “And what’s your mommy’s name?”

    Little girl: “Dammitjulia!”

    (Needless to say, “Robert” had a little talking-to when he came to pick up his daughter.)

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