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I Nintendo All

| Oakville, ON, Canada | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Geeks Rule

(I work at a frozen yogurt shop. I’m serving two parents and their young son. I hand the son his spoon and notice he’s holding a plush toy of Luigi, from the Mario series of Nintendo games.)

Me: *quietly* “Luigi!”

Boy: “How did you know his name?”

Me: “Because he’s a character from a video game. A very famous video game!”

(I wasn’t sure how to interpret the look the boy gave me as he left the counter, but he almost seemed either suspicious, skeptical, or confused. I, for one, wonder how *he* found out about Luigi, if not from the games!)

Summer Starts Earlier Every Year

| MD, USA | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

(I am a counselor at a summer camp. A parent asks me this as she is dropping her son off on the first day.)

Mother: “Camp starts at 9 am, right?”

Me: “Yes, that’s correct.”

Mother: “So when is the earliest I can drop him off?”

(This is a reasonable question, as some camps in the same building provide before-care options. Ours, however, does not.)

Me: “8:55? We always start with some casual games that the kids can join as they arrive, so there’s no need to worry about him missing anything.”

Mother: “But I need to drop him off, and his sister at her camp, and then I have to get to work. So I really need to drop him off earlier. His sister’s camp doesn’t have before-care so I need to drop her off second.”

Me: “I’m sorry; we don’t have before-care either.”

Mother: “But you must get here before 9.”

Me: “Well… we do get here earlier but we have setup to do.”

Mother: “I’ll just drop him off when you get here then.”

Me: “We really can’t be responsible for the children outside of camp hours.”

Mother: “He won’t bother you.”

Me: “Please do not bring him before 9.”

Mother: “Okay, see you at 8:30!” *walks away*

Me: “No… please don’t!”

(I got there at 8:20 the next morning and found the child sitting in the hallway outside the locked room!)

Caribbean There, Done That

| London, England, UK | Bizarre, Family & Kids, Geography

(I’m a volunteer lunch-server in a nursing home, but I’ve spent the last month working in the south of France. I’ve picked up a slight tan, but usually my skin is as white as it gets. One lady stares at me oddly as I bring her her food.)

Lady: “Where are you from?”

Me: “From here, ma’am. I live a few roads away.”

Lady: “No, I mean where were you born?”

Me: “Finchley, originally, but I moved—”

Lady: “No, no, no. Where are you from?”

Me: “Uh. London, ma’am. Britain.”

Lady: “And your parents?”

Me: “Also from London.”

Lady: *squints at me* “No, you’re lying. There’s no shame in being Jamaican, you know. You can tell me.”

Me: “I… What?”