I am the maintenance manager at a hotel, so I’m the guy tapped for most stuff. I’m walking up to the front desk to get a vacant room report, and the agent tells me that she just sent a work order through for a TV issue.

Front Desk Agent: “The guests are already out, and it looks like they messed up the signal on the TV.”

Okay. I print off my report and double-check. No need to rush to the room right away if they’re already gone, but it’s only an additional minute or two to do all that, as the room is one of our first rooms near the front desk.

I show up, and the guests, an older couple, are actually still there. They’re in the process of leaving. They are actually pushing the cart from inside the room to the door to leave.

Me: “Oh, I can come back in a few minutes.”

Guest: “No! We need it fixed! Your TV is demanding another cable type!”

I squeeze around the cart, which they’ve planted into the door to prop it open. They were messing with the TV settings and changed it to the AVG setting from HDMI. I push a button and switch it back. 

The wife rolls her eyes, and the husband is near livid at how easy it was.

Guest: “You shouldn’t even have TVs that have different input settings! Why would you guys get one?”

Me: “All TVs now come with them. It’s standard across all television production lines and models.”

Guest: “What’s even the difference, though, between AVG and HDMI?”

Me: “Different signal strengths, requiring different cables. Most dish and satellite companies require HDMI now to get a signal.”

Guest: “So what you’re saying is that there is no difference?”

Me: “There is a difference. Different inputs have different signal strengths, requiring different cables. Also, different devices use different cables to get the input.”

Guest: “The only reason to stay at a hotel is because you can get Fox News here, and yet you guys didn’t even provide a TV guide so we can get there! That ruins the only reason to stay here!”

Sorry, my dudes, but it’s not our fault that the technology has surpassed your ability to understand how it operates!

I sell a machine for a little over £500 via a well-known auction site, and a week or so later receive a refund request based on “item not received.”

I was surprised as these things are big and heavy (20kg or so), so difficult to lose them in the post. I was then stunned that I could find no tracking details for it!

I looked again at the address and recalled that I had delivered it personally (I sell a lot of items, so I didn’t immediately recall that I had done this). I very professionally advised the customer of this and reminded him that we had spoken at some length about his garden.

The claim was immediately withdrawn, and the customer maintained he had put the machine in storage and forgotten about it.

Whether that was true or he was simply trying it on, having noticed there was no tracking, I’ll never know.

Early 2025, I took a job that required travel almost exclusively, so I decided to try to sell my house. After I got some crazy lowball offers in the first two months (a third of market value at most), I switched to trying to rent. A woman reached out immediately via WhatsApp.

Woman: “I’d like to rent your residency for the year.”

Me: “Hi, thank you for reaching out. The house is a two-bedroom, one-point-five bath with a quarter acre of attached, fenced land in [Town]. The rent is $1000 per month, and you would be responsible for lawn care and utilities. When would you like to get together?”

Woman: “For social distancing purposes, I prefer not to meet.”

Me: “No problem, we can set up a video call, and I can show you around.”

Woman: “I do not use social media and would not like to be on camera.”

Me: “Okay… I’m not comfortable just agreeing to rent to someone who hasn’t even seen the place. How will you know you like it?”

Woman: “I can pay $800 a month for everything. Send me the lease.”

Me: “Unfortunately, that is not an offer I can entertain. I don’t think this is the place for you. I’m sorry.”

Woman: “This is discrimination! Do you dislike black, disabled women? I will report you to the news and my lawyer!”

Me: “You do that, ma’am. Have a nice day.”

Obviously, I’ve never seen her; she had no profile picture on WhatsApp, and even though I did search for her name all over the internet, nothing came up. And, what a surprise, I never heard from the news stations or her lawyer!

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I park my car and am walking toward the grocery store for my weekly shop. I see two abandoned carts close to my car, so I push them together and figure I’ll return them since I’m walking that way anyway.

Another customer comes running over to me.

Customer: “Someone has scratched my car!”

Me: “That sucks.”

Customer: “Well, of course that sucks! What I want to know is what [Store] is going to do about it!”

Me: “What’s that got to do with me?”

Customer: “You work here! Go and check the cameras or something!”

Me: “I don’t work here. I’m a customer.”

Customer: “Then why are you returning the carts?”

Me: “To be nice?”

Customer: “Stupid woke b****! Why are you trying to confuse people!”

She storms off into the store. I laugh and push the carts back into place.

I work in a small independent coffee place in a small town. We get tourists and people passing through. Sometimes they will lament the fact that we don’t have big national chain stores here.

Manager: “Hello, ma’am, what can I get for you?”

Customer: “Does your latte taste like a Starbucks one?”

Manager: “Well, I think it tastes better.”

Customer: *Scoffs.* “Well, you would say that. Anything tastes better if you don’t know better.”

Manager: “I know plenty. So, a latte?”

Customer: “Whatever. Let’s see if this town knows what a real latte tastes like.”

Manager: “That will be $6.99.”

Customer: “Why the f*** are you charging me so much!”

My manager points to the sign that gives prices of the drinks, starting expensive, but getting cheaper with the more manners that are displayed. Latte – $6.99. Latte, please – $4.99. Latte, please and thank you – $2.99.

Customer: “If I’m spending money, I don’t have to use manners!”

Manager: “My granny used to tell me that it costs nothing to be kind, which is nice, but I always interpreted it as it costs to be unkind, so that’s $6.99.”

The customer walked out without buying anything from our “dumb hick town”.