Aisle Be Watching The Kids

, , , , | Right | January 20, 2019

(Where I work, we used to have daycare where you could dump your kid off and grocery shop around the store, then pick the kid up after you were done shopping. By the time I start working at the store, the daycare thing isn’t there anymore, so most people just keep their kids with them and it isn’t needed. Some people don’t know that it’s closed, and still try to leave their kids there. I am working by the counter when a lady with a baby carriage comes by.)

Lady: “Excuse me. I found this baby alone in the aisle.”

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

Lady: “I found this baby in his carriage alone in the aisle. I looked for the parent but I couldn’t find them.”

Me: “I’ll go get my manager.”

(I go get the manager, who makes an announcement on the speaker. The lady waits with us, and calms down the baby when he starts to get fussy. After twenty minutes, another lady leaving the checkout with groceries comes over.)

Mother: “Oh, so this is where they took you. I thought I left him at the daycare?”

Manager: “We don’t have a daycare anymore.”

Mother: “You don’t? Oh, well, at least you watched him.”

(The lady who found him decides she doesn’t like how she said that and blows up.)

Lady: “How dare you leave a child in the middle of an aisle, without checking to make sure it all right?! I should call child services on you!”

(The mother decides it’s the best time to leave and speeds out of there with her baby. After she leaves, the lady calms down and apologizes for her outburst.)

Lady: “Sorry. I have kids at home and I hate when parents do that to their kids.”

(We just nodded. The lady left to go back to her grocery shopping, and I went back to doing my job.)

Well, They Were A British Colony…

, , , , , | Right | January 20, 2019

(I work in an outsourced call centre for a well-known mobile phone brand. I have a “received pronunciation” accent which means that, although I’m Australian, born and bred, I sound like I’m an upper-class Brit. Most callers like my accent, which can lead to very difficult conversations along the “thank God you’re not an Indian” lines. This time, though, was a bit of a twist on that conversation.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. This is [My Name] speaking. How can I help you today?”

Caller: “Are you in India?”

Me: “No, I’m Australian, in Australia.”

Caller: “No, you’re Indian.”

Me: “Do I sound like I’m Indian?”

Caller: “Yes! Yes, you do!”

Me: *laughing* “Well, then, I guess I’m Indian…”

(The caller hung up.)

A Lesson In The Need To Read

, , , , | Right | January 20, 2019

(I work at a pool that offers private lessons, on top of normal lessons seven days a week. The last day for lessons in the summer is at the end of August, and then there are two weeks off until the fall session starts up. This gives time for everything to transfer over and for those running lessons to set up and organize everything. While it has been that way for a long time, we obviously have had signs posted about this everywhere for months, and the start date for lessons is clearly indicated on the receipt parents get when they register. It’s the beginning of September and I am covering a Friday shift, which I thought would be easy because no lessons are running. Then, a mom walks in with two kids in swimsuits.)

Mom: “Hi. I’m here for my children’s private lesson.”

Me: “Oh, I’m terribly sorry, but lessons don’t start up until the Friday after next week.”

Mom: “What?”

Me: “I’m sorry, we usually have two weeks in between to set up for the fall session. Did front desk not tell you when you came in?”

Mom: “No! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE OUR YOUNGEST’S FIRST DAY OF SWIMMING LESSONS! WE PAY EXTRA AND NO ONE THINKS TO PHONE US OF THIS? WE ARE HERE EVERY FRIDAY AND NOBODY TOLD US THIS!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am. They didn’t tell you when you finished lessons in August?”

Mom: “NO! We don’t take lessons in August because we are off.”

Me: “Oh, well, if you—“

Mom: “THIS IS RIDICULOUS! THERE SHOULD’VE BEEN A PHONE CALL. NOW WHAT ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO? WE DROVE ALL THE WAY HERE BECAUSE WE LIKE THIS POOL AND—“

(I realize she will be yelling for a while, so I just stand back and let her finish her rant. When she finishes and I make sure she is done, I point to the sign about lessons not starting up until mid-September, which clearly states that ALL LESSONS won’t be happening until a certain start date.)

Me: “We’ve had these signs up since May.”

(The mom looks at it and immediately turns red, but she isn’t backing down without a fight.)

Mom: “Well, if I saw this, I wouldn’t think it applied to private lessons.”

(I could’ve asked for her receipt and pointed out the start date, but in the end, we ended up making it work for her. One of the guards was about to go on break and had taught the woman’s daughter before, so she offered to teach them for the day, and I helped with the little one’s first lesson. While she was extremely thankful and I’ve had only positive interactions with her since, she still never admitted she was wrong.)

Roid Rage

, , , | Right | January 19, 2019

(I’m a bystander in this story. I am about to join a spin class which is scheduled to start at 1:00 pm. A triathlon group was in there prior, finishing a workout. It is 12:55 pm and the group is cleaning up their equipment when I hear this lady screaming.)

Lady: “YOU GUYS SHOULD BE OUT OF HERE ALREADY! I NEED MY WORKOUT! I NEED IT!”

(One of the guys from the group tells her to calm down, but she keeps on screaming. Eventually, she storms out of the room, completely in hysterics, vowing to complain to upper management. I enter, all confused.)

Me: “Uh… did that really just happen?”

Employee: “Yeah, she does that a lot. Don’t worry; the spin class will start soon.”

Me: *jokingly* “Okay, but I’m totally complaining about you guys starting right on time. How dare you?”

(I found out later that the woman in question really did have a history of emotional outbursts when it came to working out. She had been banned before and was on the cusp of being banned again. Girl, chill.)

 

Downtown Sounds Like A Lot Of Fun

, , , , , | Right | January 19, 2019

(I work for a worldwide retailer as a cashier. I sell questionable things, but also have very questionable customers. This one is a definite doozy of a character.)

Me: “Your total with your cigarettes is going to be [total].”

Customer #1: “All right. The chip reader works, right?”

(He pays and then leaves with his carton of cigarettes and receipt.)

Customer #2: “Next month he’s going to hate you since prices are going up to nine dollars!” *laughs loudly*

Me: “Well, that’s fine; I won’t be here for much longer! I’ll be moving to Charlotte.” *laughs with him as I ring up his items*

Customer #2: “Oh! Stay away from downtown! That’s where those gays and blacks live!”

Me: “O-oh…”

(I’m not only half-black, but a woman engaged to another woman.)

Customer #2: “Don’t want to be around them; they live in those projects and community housings and what not!” *happily pays for his things and leaves*

Ex-Coworker: *also in line* “Did… that just happen?”

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