They Are For Me, Myself, And ID

, , , , , | Legal | June 27, 2018

(When we sell cigarettes we always check that the person buying them is 18 or over. My colleague and I are behind the counter chatting when a girl comes in, who is on the phone to her friend.)

Customer: “Yeah, I’m just in the shop about to buy some cigarettes; do you want any?” *after what I assume was a yes to cigarettes* “What ones do you want? Okay, I know the ones you mean.”

(She comes up to the counter and, as my colleague and I have just heard, she wants to purchase some cigarettes.)

Customer: *whilst her friend is still on the line waiting for her to be done* “Hi, can I get some [Brand] cigarettes please?”

Me: “Sure, are they for yourself? Or are they for your friend?”

Customer: “They’re for me.”

(Despite the fact she’s asked for the exact brand her friend requested.)

Me: “Okay, we have to check the ID for anyone who looks underage and is purchasing cigarettes. It sounded to me and my colleague that you are buying these for your friend, and if that’s the case, we would need to see his ID.”

Customer: “They are for me! I have ID.”

Colleague: “They obviously aren’t, as you walked in the shop talking loudly on your phone and your friend requesting that specific brand of cigarettes.”

Me: “I’m afraid that I can’t let you buy the cigarettes, as it’s obvious that they aren’t for you as your phone conversation proved, and we would be breaking the law if we didn’t check the ID of the person who was actually having the cigarettes, regardless of whether he’s old enough.”

(The girl looked annoyed and didn’t seem to understand what I’d just explained. Her friend was saying how ridiculous it was that we can’t serve her over the phone. She didn’t understand that walking into a shop to buy cigarettes and loudly saying on her phone she’s going to buy someone else cigarettes is completely idiotic! Evidently she left as we wouldn’t serve her and we laughed at how stupid it was to think we wouldn’t overhear her conversation.)

Not A Fan Of Courting Court

, , , | Legal | June 26, 2018

(One winter’s day, my mom is driving with my brothers and me, all under the age of ten, in the backseat. She’s in the right lane, and there is a large snowbank on the shoulder. The car next to her suddenly changes lanes without looking, pushing our car up onto the snowbank. Once the driver realizes what happened, he switches back to his lane, and our car slides back onto the road. No one is hurt, and the damage to both cars is minimal. The police give the other driver a ticket and send us on our way. My mom thinks that will be the end of it. She’s wrong. A few weeks later, she’s summoned to court. The other driver is fighting the ticket, as he’ll lose both his license and his job if he gets more points on his license. Not having a choice, my mom goes to court, where the ticket is upheld. The other driver keeps appealing it, though, forcing my mom to come to court again and again. As a working parent, she doesn’t have time for this. Finally, the court comes up with a deal that everyone can agree to: the driver will have to pay the ticket, but won’t get points on his license. As part of the deal, he also has to pay whatever expenses my mom has incurred because of this.)

Judge: “How much reimbursement are you requesting, [Mom]?”

Mom: “[Amount].”

(It’s a number in the hundreds, and is exact down to the penny.)

Judge: *surprised* “[Amount]?”

Mom: *nods* “[Amount].”

Judge: “May I ask how you calculated this?”

(My mom produces a handwritten bill for lost work, gas, babysitting, and pizza delivery on days that court went late.)

Judge: “No emotional distress? Weren’t there children in the car?”

Mom: “Yes, but they all thought it was the most exciting thing to happen that month. None of us were hurt.”

Judge: “All right, then. [Other Driver], you are to pay [amount].”

In This Hotel, I Am The Law

, , , , | Legal | June 25, 2018

(I’ve worked in hotels for over two decades now and this is my favorite response to give out, to those guests who for whatever reason get to the point when they blurt out a line to the effect of:)

Irate Guest: “…this is unacceptable! I have a high-price lawyer, you know! And I will sue you, your boss, and your hotel!”

Me: *killing them with kindness* “Please do, sir! [Hotel Chain] has three entire floors of a high rise building in Washington, filled with lawyers who have very little to do but wait for a case to fall on their desk. I’m sure yours will start a real feeding frenzy amongst those piranhas!”

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The Legal System Is Pain And Suffering

, , , , | Legal | June 24, 2018

(I am hit by a car while jogging, and it is a hit-and-run. Thankfully I am not badly hurt and I am able to get enough information on the car to track down the driver the same day. Once I know who it is and am able to visit the ER on their insurance’s dime, I go and get fully checked out. It is confirmed that my injuries are minor. About a week later I’m in the break-room at work and a couple of middle-managers are in there at the same time. The accident comes up.)

Manager #1: “Oh, yeah, hit-and-run, right? Didn’t they catch the guy?”

Me: “Yes, they did.”

Manager #1: “That’s lucky. You’re going to be all right, I bet.”

Me: “Well, I went to the ER that same day and had x-rays and stuff, just to confirm I’m fine. I am.”

Manager #1: *looking a tad worried* “You are going to sue, right?”

Me: “No… I don’t expect that I will. I’m fine.”

Manager #1: “What if there are complications?”

Me: “Then I get a doctor to indicate that it’s a result of the accident, and I handle that with their insurance. Hopefully, if that happened, it would then just be handled, but I guess if they fought it I’d have to sue. But I’m not going to just sue for the heck of it. I’m fine.”

Manager #1: *condescendingly* “Well, what about pain and suffering?”

Me: *smarta** tone right back at her* “And how much does that go for these days?”

Manager #2: *seriously and dryly* “Easily $60,000.”

Manager #1: “Don’t be stupid and pass up your golden ticket.”

(No, I didn’t sue.)

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