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You’re In His Sights

| Right | May 2, 2015

(I work as a room attendant. It’s a busy day, with a lot of people moving about in the corridors. An elderly man approaches me briskly, and doesn’t stop until he has properly breached my comfort zone. I recognise him as a guest, though, one who is partially blind, so I put on a big and polite smile.)

Guest: “Hey, you, can you help me find room number 444? Is it down this way?” *points down the corridor I’m currently in*

Me: “Ah, no, sir. It’s in the other direction, but it’s past the conference halls. Do you want me to walk you there?”

Guest: *briskly* “Yes.”

Me: *smiles, nods and begins walking down in the right direction* “It’s down here, you see.”

Guest: *suddenly angry* “NO I CAN’T SEE OR I WOULDN’T HAVE ASKED FOR HELP!”

Treating That Attitude Problem

| Right | May 1, 2015

(We frequently get patients acting rudely and/or aggressively to the reception staff for various reasons such as the doctor running late, but the doctors never really believe it as the patient is all nice when they see the doctor. If a patient is rude or aggressive they receive a warning letter and if it happens a second time they are no longer allowed to be seen at this doctors’ office. On this day we have a young female doctor working with us for a few weeks before she returns to Ireland; she looks about 20 and is very small and petite. She is standing in reception when an agitated patient arrives:)

Patient: “I’ve got an appointment with [Young Doctor].”

Receptionist: “Can I take your name, please?”

(The patient gives his name and the receptionist realises his appointment was around 20 minutes earlier.)

Receptionist: “I’m sorry, [Patient], but you’re 20 minutes late for your appointment. I’ll have to ask [Young Doctor] if she will still see you.”

Patient: “You’ve got to be f****** kidding me. I’m only 20 minutes late! The doctors make me wait often enough! Just tell the f****** doctor that I’m here and I’m not leaving until I’ve seen her.”

(At this point the receptionist turns to the young doctor to ask her if she will still see the patient.  She addresses her by her forename but only manages to get her name out before the patient interrupts.)

Patient: “Oh, my god, you stupid cow! Stop gossiping and just go sort it out with the f****** doctor, will you!”

(The doctor leaves to go to the consulting room but quietly tells the receptionist to phone her, which she does. The doctor tells the receptionist she will see the patient and to send him in. After the consultation we found out it went something like this:)

Patient: *smiling* “All right, doc?”

Young Doctor: “[Patient], you were very rude when you were in reception.”

Patient: *starts blushing* “What? I apologised for being late but the receptionist shouted at me. She was the one being rude.”

(The young doctor realises the patient hadn’t recognised her, so repeated his conversation almost word for word. He still denied it all.)

Young Doctor: “[Patient], I was in reception when you arrived. I was the one [Receptionist] turned to when you called her a stupid cow. She was polite to you and didn’t turn you away for being past your appointment time. I will consult with you today but you owe both of us an apology and if we don’t get one I will make sure you receive a warning letter.”

(The patient stammered through an apology, had his consultation, and was reminded on leaving to apologise to the receptionist, which he did!)

Just Got Served By A Teenager

| Right | May 1, 2015

(I’m working while taking an extra year at sixth form to finish one course. Due to my lack of classes I often end up working during typical school hours. My early birthday means I’m already 19 but I’m aware I look younger. A customer decides to make conversation with me.)

Customer: “So, why aren’t you at school?”

Me: “I don’t have any lessons today; I only take the one subject.”

Customer: *laughing like he’s caught me out* “So you ARE still at school! You can’t serve me; you’re under 18! Get me your manager!”

Me: “How about I do you one better, sir?”

(I happen to have my wallet on me so I hand him my ID and he looks it over. He throws it back to me, takes his drink, and sits at a table. My manager walks by and he gets his attention, explaining what had happened. My manager is very relaxed and simply shrugs at the man.)

Manager: “Sir, the challenge 21 policy doesn’t go both ways. She did nothing wrong. However I’m going to ask her, and if she felt you were offensive towards her I may just ban you from the premises.”

(The man wasn’t banned, though the threat of it did make him treat everyone a lot nicer.)

Yelling To A Fault

| Right | May 1, 2015

Employee: “Hi, this is [Company]. How can I help you?”

Me: “I can’t connect to the Internet. I’ve checked my modem, and I think it’s working. Can you help me?”

Employee: “Let me check your location. Ah. A bolt of lightning hit a transformer in your area and fried the server. It’ll be out of commission for at least a few hours, I’m afraid.”

Me: “Bummer! Okay, thanks.”

Employee: “…That’s it? You’re not going to yell at me?”

Me: “Uh, no. It’s not your fault.”

Employee: “Well, yeah, but that’s never stopped anyone before!”

A Disability At Having A Disability

| Right | May 1, 2015

(I work in an assisted living facility. Our residents run the range from sharp as a nail to completely senile, and perfectly fit to bedridden. This particular woman, whose health care is paid for by the state, has in her medical records that she cannot stand, cannot use one arm at all, and has limited use of her other. There is nothing wrong with her mentally.)

Me: *forgetting to knock before entering her room* “Hey. Sorry to disturb you. I’m just here to… get your… trash…”

(She’s standing at her sink, washing an apple. We lock eyes, and she slowly lowers herself to the floor.)

Me: “Um…”

Female Customer: “I crawled over, but I can’t get up now.”

Me: “Do you need me to call anyone for help?”

Female Customer: “No. No need to give the nurses extra work. I’ll manage. Would you be all right to come back later?”

Me: “…Sure.”

(Apparently I’m not the first one to catch her. But we could never conclusively prove that she was faking disability.)


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