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What Adult Has To Be Told Not To Do This?

, , , , , , , , , , , | Related | January 26, 2024

My nine-year-old niece is an amputee. About four years ago, she was involved in a car accident which caused her right arm to be amputated below the elbow and her right leg to be amputated above the knee. My sister is a single mom and works a very demanding job, so [Niece] often stays with us, whether it’s for a few hours or a night or weeks at a time. She gets along very well with my kids, boy-girl twins just a year older than her. 

Last year, [Sister] had to travel around Thanksgiving for work. [Niece] is here often enough that my in-laws consider her their “honorary granddaughter”, so it was only natural that they invited her to Thanksgiving at their house. Thanksgiving consisted of my family, [Niece], my in-laws, my husband’s sister, her kids, my husband’s brother, and my husband’s two aunts — his father’s younger sisters.

My husband’s sister and parents had met [Niece] before; his brother and aunts hadn’t. His aunts can be a bit nosy, and they comment about everything, getting into everyone’s business. I’d never been a fan, but my husband’s family mostly tolerated it. I could easily imagine them making weird statements about [Niece] about how she eats a lot of food, how skinny she is (moving a prosthetic leg with a knee joint is a lot of work, and she needs a lot of energy to keep it up), or the different ways she’s adapted to eat with one arm.

I’ve already yelled at them about saying stuff about my kids — that they’re too pale and should go outside more, or that they’re too young to have glasses and should go outside more. (Both are statements that also apply to [Niece].) [Niece] is pretty shy and sensitive, and understandably, she dislikes when other people stare at her or make rude remarks.

My husband and I decided to head off his aunts by letting them know first that [Niece] was an amputee and to refrain from their usual comments. I think we could have been gentler with our warning. Both aunts got very offended.

One of them refused to attend Thanksgiving. The other one showed up. She was there when we arrived, and from that moment, she started making a big deal about how offended she was that we would even suggest that she’d make rude comments — all while making exactly the sort of comments we were afraid she’d make. She wouldn’t stop complaining. She insulted my husband and me to our faces for offending her.

While my mother-in-law was in the kitchen by herself, my husband’s fifteen-year-old niece took the other kids outside, and my father-in-law laid down the law. He told [Aunt] she had one chance to prove she could handle Thanksgiving. The next words out of her mouth were an “apology” where she referred to my niece as “the cripple”. (Luckily, the kids were well outside at this point.) My father-in-law kicked her out before any food had even been served.

[Niece] felt super bad that she had “ruined” everyone’s Thanksgiving. Literally no one felt that way, and others kept trying to convince her that she was actually completely in the right, but [Niece] wouldn’t listen and spent about ten minutes gently crying in my son’s chest. It seemed to be very overwhelming for her, so after a quick and quiet meal, we left early.

A few days later, when [Sister] came back, [Niece] still blamed herself, despite my and [Sister]’s best efforts.

Only two weeks after Thanksgiving, my father-in-law sent [Niece] an invitation for Thanksgiving the next year, promising that “Ol’ Grand-Auntie Meanieface” wouldn’t be in attendance. After that, she felt much better.

We just had Thanksgiving yesterday, with [Sister] and [Niece] both invited, and [Niece] had a lovely time. My father-in-law revealed that he finally stopped talking to [Aunt] and barely talks to the aunt who didn’t attend, saying what had happened with [Niece] was the final straw.

If I Hear One More Partridge In One More Pear Tree, I’m Gonna LOSE IT

, , , , , , , | Working | December 27, 2023

I work at a high-end hotel in the food and beverage department. I have many stories from there, as I have a fantastic boss to start. The food and beverage manager is also quite kind, but I can never tell if he is joking or not; he is very deadpan with his sardonic humor.

November first rolls around, and I, justifiably, am a grinch when it comes specifically to holiday music.

Me: “I just can’t stand it. No! I reject the holiday music. Halloween hasn’t had time to breathe, and Thanksgiving hasn’t even happened!”

Boss: “Oh, but I love it! It’s so uppity!”

Me: “But it’s the same d***ed fourteen songs over and over, for two months! It’s the twelve [expletive] days of Christmas, not the [worse series of expletives] sixty!”

The food and beverage manager emerges from the shadows.

Manager: *Completely deadpan* “Our playlist has twenty-three.”

The voice was so monotone and the timing so perfect, I admit that it took me a moment to realize he was being BOTH serious and hilarious. A moment passed, and then I simply lost it. I busted a gut and may have cracked a rib.

I still laugh about it to this day, and I absolutely still insist on the twelve, not sixty, days of Christmas.

Librarians Don’t Do Things By Halves (Of An Hour)

, , , , , | Right | October 19, 2023

At 10:00am, a patron comes up to the library service desk where we book private study rooms.

Patron: “Hi. Can I get a study room for an hour? I have a Zoom meeting.”

Me: “Sure, let me take a look at what we have available. Are you looking to start now?”

Patron: “Yes, for an hour.”

Me: “Okay, perfect. Room 209 is all yours from 10:00 to 11:00.”

Patron: *In a snide tone* “Uh, no. I need it until 11:30.”

Me: “Oh, I thought you said you needed an hour, starting now.”

Patron: “Well, I’ll need time to finish up after my meeting, obviously.”

Me: *Trying not to sigh* “Okay, if you want a room for an hour and a half, then I’ll need to assign you a different room.”

Patron: “It’s really not that complicated.”

Break The Phone But Don’t Break Yourself

, , , , , , | Related | September 27, 2023

CONTENT WARNING: Suicide

 

My sister took her life this past June, and sometime between there and when we move out of the house she died in, we get a phone call. It’s important to note that my sister had a more feminine version of my dad’s name. As a result, we always had to be careful how to say her name or be sure to let whichever one we were talking to know it was them.

The phone call is a scam, and I do not mean to mess with them; I am just still reeling from losing my only sister.

Scammer: “Hello, may I speak to [Father]?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but he’s not here right now.”

Scammer: “She’s not there?”

The scammer very clearly enunciates the “she” part.

Me: “Oh, oh! I’m terribly sorry; my sister passed away recently. Please remove our number.”

Scammer: “So, I cannot speak to him?”

Me: “Okay, wait. Which one are you trying to talk to, my father or my sister?”

Scammer: “I thought you said she died.”

Me: “Yes, my sister did die.”

Scammer: “But you also said that he wasn’t there.”

Me: “All righty, then. Who’s trying to confuse whom here? Okay, listen. [Father], the male, is at work right now, but he does not deal with this kind of call in the least bit. [Sister], the female, has taken her life, and obviously cannot come to the phone; I highly doubt I can recreate her out of her ashes.”

Scammer: “You are a c***.”

I snap and go off on them.

Mom: “Holy—”

Brother: “So, uh… think [My Name] is a bit too stressed?”

Mom: “Bit? Dear, your sister has seen things she never should have seen, but this is just… Oh, boy, she’s angry.”

I slam the phone down on the receiver and go out for a smoke.

Mom: “Hun, please go make sure she didn’t break the phone.”

Me: “Y’ALL KNOW I CAN HEAR YOU, RIGHT?”

Mom & Brother: “Love you, too!”

I stewed for a good while after that. Between grieving my sister’s death, dealing with PTSD, and everything else, I was not in the mood to deal with being called that. Usually, I would have just messed with them, but at that point in time, I was dealing with too much.

That’s Also Not How Lesbians Work, Lady

, , , , , , , , , | Friendly | September 8, 2023

I’m coming out of [Grocery Store] with groceries in my hand, and a woman approaches me.

Woman: “Sir, I think you should be aware that your bumper sticker is inappropriate and offensive.”

She points down to the bumper I’m standing next to, which has a “F*** You, Karen” bumper sticker on it. I start to reply and she cuts me off.

Woman: “I can’t believe that you think you can just put that on your vehicle. And just because a woman has an opinion, that doesn’t make her a ‘Karen’.”

Me: “Um, this—”

She cuts me off again.

Woman: “You know, it’s misogynistic men like you and the way your kind treats women that are probably exactly why there are so many lesbians in the world today. So, let’s hear it. What’s your excuse for being such a piece of s***?”

Me: “As I was about to say, this isn’t my car. I pulled all the way forward there—” *points to my car* “—and they parked behind me. I’m sorry. I hope your day gets better.”