Othar, Friend Of Boris, First Of His Name

, , , , , , | Working | February 18, 2019

(Our crew is doing the finicky task of sticking plant cuttings in soil. [Coworker #1] drops one, leans down to pick it up, and bumps his head on the table.)

Coworker #2: “Do you remember your name?”

Coworker #1: “Why, I’m Othar Tryggvassen, gentleman adventurer!”

The IT Guy Went Above And Beyond

, , , , , , | Working | January 4, 2019

A coworker was getting married, so everyone in the office pitched in to get gift cards for him and his new wife. As the big day approached, I gave the money we had collected to the coworkers’ boss, an IT guy with his head in the clouds, with clear instructions to buy gift cards to Bed, Bath, and Beyond.

We took the coworker out for drinks a few days before his wedding and presented him with his gift. I couldn’t understand a puzzled look on his face until I realized that his boss had gotten him $200 worth of gift cards to Bath and Body Works.

Close… but so far away.

Unfiltered Story #135112

, , , | Unfiltered | December 28, 2018

(I work in a large department store that has their own credit card. You can open cards and make payments in the store, but if you have any problems you need to go online or call the credit customer service number.)

Me: “Hi. How can I help you today?”

Customer: “I have a $2 charge on my card and I don’t know what it’s for. I always pay my bill in full and it doesn’t make any sense.”

Me: “I’m sorry about that but I can’t do anything about the charge. You would need to call the number for credit customer service. It’s on the back of your card.”

Customer: “I already called them a few times and they said they took off the charge but it’s still there. I’m going on vacation so I’m just going to pay it now and deal with it later.”

(I start going through the process to make a payment and she continues going on about the $2 charge.)

Customer: “I don’t understand what this is for. I always pay my bill in full each month.”

Me: “I’m sorry about that I don’t know what the charge is for. I agree it doesn’t make sense.”

Customer: “This is ridiculous I shouldn’t have a charge like this on my card.”

Me: “I’m really sorry I don’t know what it’s for.”

(We go on like that a few more times before this final statement.)

Customer: (condescendingly) “Well I have two degrees and this just doesn’t make any sense to me.”

(I was finishing up my Master’s at the time and was instantly irate. I had been agreeing with her this whole time and then she says something like this. Whether or not you have a degree has no bearing on your intelligence. Apparently it does make some people absolute jerks though. I just finished the transaction as quickly as possible and tried to be polite and cheerful as I wished her a great day.)

Unfiltered Story #122524

, , , | Unfiltered | October 7, 2018

(I am a bartender at a New York bar. However, I come from the Southwest. On a very slow night, I am chatting with a customer, only to realize that he is from the reservation next to my hometown. We talk for a couple minutes, and he went on his merry way. A new customer had arrived near the end of the interaction, and she looked at me with an expression I can only call disgust.)

Customer: “How could you allow that?”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “Why was he speaking foreign languages?! This is America. I bet he’s an illegal. If you come here, you should speak the language.”

(As she spoke, she got more and more incensed. Finally, she was nearly screaming at me. Finally, I was able to get a word in edgewise.)

Me: “Ma’am, that man was a Native American, and he was speaking Navajo.”

(With that, the customer left.)

Not All Compliments Are Just Fluff

, , , , | Right | August 10, 2018

(I’m a young woman with short hair that I wear spiked up. Today I’ve been helping a woman who is a beginner sewist with various questions. I’ve been showing her where the fabric she wants is in the store, helping her choose between sewing patterns, telling her young daughter where the bathrooms are, helping her figure out how much fabric she needs, and finally cutting her fabric.)

Me: “Will that be all for today, ma’am?”

Customer: “Yes, and now I know who to look for when I come in next: the lady with the fluffy chicken hair!”

(Best compliment I’ve ever gotten on the job.)

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