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She’s Just Jealous Because Her Left Hand Is Useless

, , , , , , | Friendly | January 26, 2021

I’m a Caucasian woman, and I’m rather lazily eating sushi and reading on my phone in a food court while waiting for a movie. Suddenly, a woman storms up to me, demanding angrily:

Woman: “Who are you trying to impress?”

Me: “I— What? No one.”

Woman: “Everyone can eat with chopsticks.”

Me: “Oh. Okay. Well, I’m just eating sushi. I’m not trying to impress anyone.”

Woman: “Yeah. ‘Cause everyone can eat with chopsticks.”

Me: “Okay. If everyone can use chopsticks, then how would I be trying to impress anyone?”

Woman: “You’re using your left hand!”

Me: “What? I’m left-handed.”

Woman: “That’s ridiculous.”

Me: “What?”

Woman: “Left-handed is for writing.”

Me: *Pause* “What?”

Woman: “Just because you write with your left hand, it doesn’t mean you have to show off.”

Me: “Seriously? I do everything with my left hand. I’m left-handed.”

Woman: “Left-handed people write with their left hand. You can do everything else normally. You shouldn’t show off.”

Me: “I— I’m sorry you think I’m showing off, but I really can’t use chopsticks with my right hand any more than you can with your left.”

She was so upset that I put my chopsticks and phone down and ate the last few pieces with my right-hand fingers.

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Hard Of Understanding

, , , , , | Right | January 26, 2021

I’m out shopping with my parents. I’m an adult and plan on buying my few items myself, while my parents have maybe thirty or so items in their cart. All of the registers have lines except for one. I follow them up to the twenty-items-or-less aisle, where a woman who’s hard of hearing is working.

My parents walk up and my mom starts to put about half of the items on the belt.

The woman, unable to properly speak to her, tries to sign to her that she can’t do that; she has to go to a different register.

My mom is somehow unable to understand this woman is hard of hearing.

Mom: “We’re paying separately; we’re just sharing a cart. I’m buying first.”

The woman continues to tell her the best that she can that she needs to find a different register. She won’t check her out.

Mom: “I have less than twenty items! We’re paying separately!”

My mom puts the divider up and then continues to put everything else on. The woman doesn’t scan her items.

Mom: “Fine! Whatever! I guess you’re too stupid to understand me.”

She grabbed her items and left. I slowly walked up to the woman’s register, put my few items down, and pulled out my card. I mouthed, “Sorry,” to her, but she didn’t see as she had her head down, solely focusing on scanning my items. 

After I paid, I signed, “Thank you,” to her, as it’s the only ASL I know, but the woman had already started helping the next customer. 

I went off on my mom later and told her that the woman was only doing her job. My mom tried to say that no one who’s hard of hearing should work on a register, but I shut her down quickly. Everyone deserves to work. The woman was able to do her job just as well as anyone.

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The Ultimate Finisher

, , , | Right | January 26, 2021

I work in a call center for people having trouble with their car. At the end of each call, I automatically launch into, “Our technician will be with you between now and [estimated time],” to give them an idea how long they may have to wait.

The number of people who interrupt me, only to ask me how long it’s going to take, has prompted me to start answering with, “Well, if you’ll let me finish…”

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Can’t You Like… Move Brazil Into Europe?

, , | Right | January 26, 2021

My employer organises courses in Europe. The name of the organisation literally has the word “Europe” in it, yet there still seems to be some confusion.

Customer: “Do you organise courses in Brazil?”

Me: “Unfortunately not. All our courses are in Europe.”

Customer: “I don’t like your answer.”

I’m sorry…?

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Identity Crisis, Part 2

, , , | Right | January 26, 2021

I work in a pack and ship store that also happens to have mailboxes that people can rent. I answer the phone one day.

Me: “Thank you for calling [Post Office]; how can I help you today?”

Customer: “Thank you for answering! I just have a couple of questions, so I was hoping I could get some information from you.”

Me: “Of course! What can I help you with today?”

Customer: “I have a driver’s license, so what would you recommend?”

Me: “Sorry, recommend for…?”

Customer: “Oh! For identification.”

Me: “Identification for what, ma’am?”

The customer suddenly snaps, acting as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world.

Customer: “For opening a mailbox at your store! Oh, my God! What forms of identification do I need to open a mailbox?!”

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