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The Yuck Bus Stops Here

, , , , , , , , | Friendly | May 15, 2024

This happened in my first year at uni, about eight years ago, when I was twenty. The bus I had to take to uni was the most popular route in town, meaning it was always packed. Because I got on at the first stop, I always had a window seat, which meant that someone was usually sitting next to me when I had to get off, and I had to do the awkward thing of lifting my backpack and straightening up in an exaggerated fashion to show them that they had to stand to let me pass. No problem, usually, just a bit awkward for socially awkward me.

One morning, a guy in his forties sat next to me and promptly man-spread across my seat, pushing his leg right up to mine. I thought it was weird, but hey, maybe this guy had a painfully swollen scrotum or a lack of self-awareness. Or both. Anyway, I was giving him the benefit of the doubt, and as he was focused on his phone and ignored me, I did the same for the rest of the journey.

Then, when we were getting close to my stop, I started the awkward “I have to get off so let me pass” show. No reaction. I stood up from my seat. Still no reaction.

Me: “Sir?”

No reaction. I tapped his shoulder.

Me: “Sir, I need to get off. Can you let me pass?”

The guy looked up at me and replied with the widest, most disgusting grin.

Guy: “Well, sweetie, looks like you’re gonna have to squeeze past me. No problem for such a skinny girl, right?”

Some of the passengers standing around us noticed and were about to intervene, but I was PISSED because, at that point, I had missed my stop, and I wasn’t sure if he was a pervert or just liked to piss on people’s days, but I didn’t want him to win. Also, no one had ever called me skinny. I have what one could call “child-bearing hips”, thank you very much.

Me: *Smiling at him* “Okay, have it your way.”

My backpack was filled with half a dozen library books that I was going to return that day, and it was bulky and heavy AF. Usually, I would have put it on after leaving the crowded bus, but not that day. I shouldered my backpack so it was hanging at the right height and clumsily, forcefully, and (just in case he was indeed a pervert) in no way sexily squeezed past the guy, dragging my huge backpack across his face. If I leaned back to make sure to really get his nose, well, that surely wasn’t intentional. And if he emitted any pain-fuelled protests, well, they must have been muffled by my backpack.

As I was standing by the door waiting for the next stop, I looked back to see him covering his nose with his hand. It looked like he was checking if it was bleeding, but I don’t think it was. He might have had a scratch or two from my backpack, but he wasn’t injured or anything. His pride was, though. He kept glaring at me for the glorious half-minute it took for the bus to reach the next stop.

I was in such a good mood that I didn’t mind walking back to where I was supposed to get off.

There’s No Motivator Quite Like Spite

, , , , , | Friendly | May 16, 2024

I have been going to this gym for about six months now, and I always try to avoid going past 7:00 pm because the vibes are off. However, yesterday, I had no choice but to go around 8:00 pm.

To my surprise, the gym was almost empty, maybe because it was Friday. I took advantage of the empty gym to do five sets of sled pushes. I don’t like doing them when the gym is crowded because people walk through the track all the time and that annoys me.

I started doing my forty-meter sled pushes, and after every round, I’d put my water bottle (a Hydroflask, not a single-use plastic one) on top of the weights while I sat on the floor next to it to do my sixty-second timed rests. The water bottle being there and me being maybe two or three feet away was enough to let other people know that the sled was currently in use. However, even if you’re not sure, seeing the bottle should at least prompt you to look around and see who it belongs to.

I was sitting on the floor resting before my last set when a woman walked to the sled and KICKED my water bottle. I took my headphones off and addressed the woman in as friendly a tone as I could.

Me: “Hi, excuse me! That’s my water bottle; I’m using the sled at the moment!”

Woman: “You’re not using it, are you? You’re sitting on the floor.”

Me: “I’m in between sets, which is why my bottle is there — so people know it’s in use.”

Woman: “Well, you can’t use a water bottle to reserve a machine that you’re clearly not using.”

At this point, I got up and stood between her and the sled.

Me: “As I said, I was resting between sets. I’ve not finished my sets yet. But by all means, feel free to wait until I’m finished.”

I then started pushing the sled one way and then back. When I got to the start position again, she started walking toward the sled, thinking I was going to walk away. Oh, baby, no.

I sat on the sled weights while resting because, as she said, I couldn’t use my water bottle to show people it was in use, so I was just going to use my body. She got really angry.

Woman: “What are you doing?”

Me: “Resting between sets. I know now that I can’t reserve the machine with a water bottle, so I’m just going to sit here while I rest.”

Woman: “This is unbelievable. How many sets do you have left?”

Me: “I don’t know, a few more.”

I put my headphones back in and started another set. She was still waiting. So I did another set. She was still there. I did another.

At this point, my legs felt like jelly, and I could barely finish my sets, but she was still waiting for the sled. It had been like fifteen minutes, and I forced myself to keep going out of spite. She looked so angry and was trying to talk to me, but I had my headphones in blasting music, ignoring her.

I ended up doing twelve extra sets before she walked away. I started unloading my weights from the sled when a group of three gym bros asked if I was done. I said yes and that it was all theirs.

As I walked away toward the changing room, she saw me and walked toward the sled track just to find the three gym bros loading it. I could see the disappointment on her face when she saw them.

The best part is that if she had been a decent human being, I would’ve been done in a minute and she could’ve had the sled all to herself because I only had one set left originally.

At A Total Loss For How To Deal With This Behavior

, , , , , | Right | May 16, 2024

CONTENT WARNING: Sexual Assault Mentioned
 

I work as a claims adjuster for auto accidents. A customer files a claim after hours, and I follow up with him first thing on Friday morning. This was a single-vehicle accident where the customer hit a large object in the road that he absolutely should have seen. He did not file a police report, and he wants to send me photos from the scene of the accident (which took place at night).

I have no information on the vehicle other than what he has reported, and I inform him that there is a possibility of it being a total loss. He immediately jumps down my throat.

Customer: “I don’t want my car to be a total loss! And I don’t want you to have it taken anywhere for an in-person inspection!”

I start to discuss an alternative with him when he starts cursing at me and berating me, constantly interrupting me to tell me to just pay the claim. If it were that easy of a job, I’d be paid less, and my job would be a h*** of a lot easier.

Me: “Sir, per your insurance agreement, we have to inspect the vehicle before I can make a payment for your claim, and we need to see if it is going to be a total loss or repairable.”

He continues to be an a**, so I inform him that I will disconnect the call and try talking to him again when he has regained his composure. I hang up and go into a meeting.

The customer proceeds to call our customer service line over and over and over, harasses a total of four women, and refuses to end the call until I accept his call. I explain that I am in a meeting and won’t be out for at least another thirty minutes or so. He continues to stay on the line with them for a few more minutes before hanging up and calling customer service again.

I finally have a chance to call him back.

Me: “We can try to work with your shop and have them submit photos. Then, we can do a preliminary check to at least see whether the car is a total loss or not.”

Customer: “I sent you photos last night!”

Me: “There were no attachments to the emails you sent me. And we need very specific photos to have the most accurate review.”

He proceeds to tell me it is my job to call the shop and request them… which is what I told him at the start of the call anyway. Then, he demands:

Customer: “Give me your cell phone number.”

Me: “I don’t have a work cell phone.”

Customer: “I want your cell phone so I can reach you over the weekend.”

Me: “I will not be providing you with that information.”

He demands it a few more times before stating that he wants to talk with my supervisor.

Me: “She has already been informed of the situation, and she will reach out to you when she is able to. I am not allowed to give out her contact information.”

Customer: “You need to have her call me immediately.”

Me: “Sir, she is my supervisor, and I cannot dictate her schedule.”

He proceeds to try to keep me on the phone until his demands are met. I inform him that I am going to disconnect the call if there is nothing further to discuss, and he ends the call.

I call the auto shop, and they also gave me attitude, stating that I am keeping a good man from his job and that I shouldn’t be wasting his time like this. I ask if they can email the photos to me just so that I can get it done, and they say they will.

Two hours before I leave for the day, I still don’t have the photos. I text [Customer] and let him know, and he tells me he will call them. Five minutes before I’m supposed to leave, I call the shop again and don’t get an answer or the option to leave a message. I text the customer to let him know that I haven’t received the photos yet, and since it’s Friday, we won’t be able to move forward on his claim until Monday.

He starts blaming me for working in a different time zone.

Customer: “It isn’t fair that you work three hours ahead of me!”

Me: “I don’t work three hours ahead of you; I’m just one hour ahead. The shop had all day to send me the photos I need.”

Customer: “Since I don’t have a rental car, I’m going to be fired on Monday, and it’s all your fault!”

He didn’t purchase the coverage that provides him with a rental. I offer to set him up with a discounted rental, and he tells me he doesn’t have a rental company in his area, but it’s still my fault for him losing his job!

Customer: “You should just pay the claim! You’re holding up my claim for no reason to make life difficult for me!”

I wonder what he thinks happens to adjusters who don’t follow due diligence on a claim and just… pay it. We don’t get cookies, that’s for sure. In fact, we face termination from our employer, fines from the state where the claim was handled, and possible jail time. Oh, yeah, and our employer can sue us for the money we paid to the customer without authorization. And if the customer knowingly cashes the check when they know their claim wasn’t supposed to be paid out, they get reported to the federal government for insurance fraud and sued by the insurance company for repayment of the claim.

On Monday, [Supervisor] calls him and leaves a message, but he doesn’t call her back. She comes to me.

Supervisor: “You have my encouragement to put [Customer] on written-only communication; you don’t have to answer his calls anymore. If he threatens you, I will get our security team involved, and you can press charges against him with his local police.”

I call the auto shop on Tuesday and speak with the owner. I explain that the representative I spoke with on Friday acted very unprofessionally, and he informs me that [Customer] was calling that representative — who is the owner’s niece — nonstop on Friday and harassing her, as well — because she somehow thought it was a good idea to give him her cell phone number when he demanded it. The owner is an old friend of [Customer]’s, but he states that after this repair, they won’t be friends anymore, and he will blacklist [Customer].

I get the photos, and several are very thorough. It is pretty minor damage, and it is clear that [Customer] ran into a metal object on the road, which got wedged in the undercarriage. They had to pull really hard to get it unstuck, and the shop sent me a photo of the very warped item, as well. He has a huge custom bed cover on his truck, which isn’t on his policy, but there is no damage to it, and even if there was, we wouldn’t cover it if he didn’t have an endorsement for custom equipment.

I run this by SIU (Special Investigations Unit), and while they agree that [Customer] is acting shady as h***, they don’t have enough information to start an investigation, and they state that since it was a single-car accident, we will still be obligated to cover his repairs even if he is lying. There are several states where we can deny a claim if the customer lies about how the accident happened, but sadly, this is not one of those states.

I text [Customer] to let him know I got the photos and that I have been in contact with the shop, but he doesn’t respond, and it’s radio silence. Either he’s really embarrassed about his actions, as he rightly should be, or he’s a ticking time bomb that’s going to explode near the end of the week when I’m my busiest just to tell me in detail how I made him lose his job.

As I expected, the quiet doesn’t last long, and the customer is indeed a ticking time bomb.

On Wednesday, I text the customer to see if he wants me to issue payment to him or the shop directly. He immediately demands that I call him as he didn’t agree to the estimate amount.

Customer: “The estimate from the shop is $7,000, and you’re only paying $6,500!”

I try to explain that we are happy to work with the shop to issue further payment as needed. Shop estimates are based on what they expect to see for the full repairs, and insurance pays what they can see and confirm. To keep insurance prices down for our customers, we try to negotiate costs with the shop to ensure what we pay is reasonable.

Before I can get two words out, he interrupts me and starts yelling.

Customer: “You lost me my job! And now you’re denying my claim since you’re refusing to pay the amount the shop demands.”

Me: “We aren’t denying the claim. This is the first of multiple payments we will be issuing, and I need to know where to send the payment. If you keep talking to me like that, I will end the call.”

Customer: “Of course you will.”

No self-awareness or apology. He’s acting like a toddler when he’s nearly forty. I continue trying to explain, but he decides to keep talking over me and yelling at me. He starts to say things about me as a person and my family, and I interrupt.

Me: “Do you want to finish that sentence for this recorded line for who knows how many people to hear?”

He stops, thinks, and then tells me:

Customer: “I hope your husband [sexually assaults] you and leaves you.”

I recently got married, and IT is in the process of changing my name in the system, so some of my systems show my new name and some show my maiden name. It causes a lot of confusion, so I have to explain it a lot while waiting for updates. I had to explain it to this customer, as well, so he knows full well that he is saying this to a newlywed.

I’ll admit, I kind of snap a bit and leave my Tour Guide Barbie voice behind real quick.

Me: “Sir, during this entire claims process, your own attitude has gotten in the way of your repairs. The way you have acted toward me, my coworkers, and the employees at the shop is absolutely deplorable, and you should be ashamed. You haven’t said a kind word to me at all, and you’ve been a nightmare to work with. Now you say awful things about my personal life, which I explained on Friday was absolutely none of your business when you demanded my cell phone number, and now you insult my husband, whom you’ve never talked to and know nothing about. My husband is ten times the man you will ever be while being just over half your age, and he knows how to treat people with respect even if he is in a stressful or difficult situation. I feel awful for your wife if this is the type of man she has to deal with at home. At least my husband doesn’t have to force me to have sex with him, but it’s telling that is where your mind went. Maybe you should mind your own home before you stick your nose in someone else’s.”

He threw a few more expletives at me, but I ended the call because I just don’t get paid enough. He called my customer service team again, and he made the poor woman who answered cry. I took the call again and explained to him that he was now on written communication with me. He could call the customer service center, but I would never answer his calls again, and I would only respond to his emails or text messages. I then disconnected the line again. I thought that was the end of it, but it turned out that he still had [Supervisor]’s contact information from when she called him on Monday, so he called her up.

She called me after she finished on the phone with him, and she gave me a summary. He told her that I accused him of sexually assaulting his wife after he questioned the estimate that I had written. (I don’t write estimates; that’s a whole other department.) He was trying to find out the next steps when I ended his call.

[Supervisor] had listened to his prior calls, so she didn’t believe it for a second. She put him on hold while she pulled our most recent call and listened. She then tore him a new a**hole for what he said to me. He tried to say that I was worse, but she cut him off and explained that I am one of the adjusters in my unit with the highest metrics from customer reviews. I’ve had my fair share of angry customers and it takes a lot to make me snap, but she stated that his conduct had pushed me to the point of snapping, which she had NEVER seen.

She proceeded to tell him that she was enforcing my written-contact-only rule with him, and that if she heard one more call where he harassed an employee, she would talk with her supervisor to press charges for harassment.

Unfortunately, we can’t fire him as a customer because he still pays us money, and the executives don’t care how we are treated as long as we get more money. I’m hoping this spurs him to cancel his policy and become someone else’s problem.

I asked if there would be any disciplinary action against me for the call. [Supervisor] said, “Call? What call? I don’t see any call. And I definitely wouldn’t have been able to delete it if the call wasn’t recorded…” Basically, she is covering my a** if the customer tries to escalate things over her head to her supervisor or something.

I sent a copy of the estimate to the shop and gave them instructions for requesting more payment from us, and [Customer] texted to tell me to send payment to them, as well. Apparently, [Customer] called the shop and they had a massive fight; [Customer] then texted me and asked me to send him the payment as the shop had just pissed him off big time. So, I sent the payment to him — with his lienholder included, so he has to mail the check to them to endorse and cash before they send him a new check, and of course, it won’t be overnighted but standard USPS mail both ways.

I got to close the claim, but I still don’t think this is the last I’ll be hearing from this guy. Thankfully, I don’t actually have to talk to him again.

Easily Triggered, Easily Untriggered

, , , , | Right | May 16, 2024

When I was in high school, I had my first job, working at a gas station. It was illegal to use the clips that held the handle open for you so you didn’t need to stand there and pump, so none of the pumps had them.

One day, a guy wedged his gas cap in the handle and started to enter the store. I was standing outside watching him.

Me: “Sir, you need to hold the trigger yourself. You cannot use your gas cap.”

Customer: “I can, and I am.”

Me: “It’s against the law in this state to do that, and it’s a fire hazard.”

Customer: “F*** you.”

I hit the emergency stop on his pump.

Customer: “F*** you! Turn my pump back on!”

Me: “No. I asked you nicely, and you swore at me. I am refusing to let you get any more gas.”

Customer: “I’m not being denied service by some f****** kid! Get your boss!”

Me: “He’s currently across town dealing with a faulty pump at our other location. You’re free to find him there if you have enough gas to do so.”

He looked me square in the eye, realized I was not backing down, told me to eff off again, and drove away.

My boss told me later that the guy actually drove to our other location to complain and demand free gas. He was told there WAS no gas (I wasn’t lying about that faulty pump) and started shouting that he didn’t have enough gas to make it to the only other gas station in the center of town because he had driven all the way to both of our locations.

Alarm Bell Peppers

, , , | Right | May 15, 2024

I work in the produce department. We cull a lot of bruised apples and “less than favorable” stuff and mark it down for dirt cheap, just so we don’t have to waste it completely.

Today, we have red bell peppers on sale for cheap, around $.99 a pound, when they’re normally $3.99 or so. There’s only about one case of peppers left because they’re selling so well.

We have an old lady who comes in almost every day just to kill time and moan to us workers about everything she hates in life, from modern-day prices to the Internet, and everything else. I’ve also seen her trying to damage canned goods to get them discounted.

She walks up to me just as I have just put the last case of peppers on the shelf, showing me another package of peppers.

Customer: “These are damaged; they should be marked down.”

I just stare at her as she has obviously just shoved her thumb through each and every one of them to try and fool me. I have literally just put the newer peppers out, and none of them were in that sorry state.

Me: “I’m sorry, but when they’re that damaged, we can’t sell them, even at a discount. I’ll go throw these in the garbage.”

Customer: “Oh, don’t be wasteful. I’ll take them for like fifty cents or so.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but it appears that someone has intentionally and maliciously damaged these peppers by piercing them with their fingers. I am sure you wouldn’t want some stranger’s fingers all over your bell peppers, and I can’t legally sell an item I know to be purposefully damaged, so into the garbage they go!”

She sighs, caught between admitting she did it and admitting defeat.

Customer: “Fine. I’ll take one of your normal discounted peppers, then.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry, ma’am, but we just sold the very last one. Such a shame. It’s almost as if you could have had a chance to take that one if you hadn’t had the bad luck to stumble upon this sabotaged one. Oh, well!”

She stared at me with a sour expression, and I smiled my customer service smile back. I made sure I watched her for the next ten minutes as she browsed our produce, checking to see if I was looking when she wanted to damage something else. She took herself away empty-handed.