A Formula For Embarrassment

, , , , , , , | Related | April 19, 2018

(When my daughter was born, my mother-in-law hated that I was breastfeeding her and would try to order me to get her onto bottled formula. A couple of weeks after giving birth, I bring my baby to see my husband’s grandmother. My baby starts crying while she is being held by her great-grandmother.)

Grandmother: “Do you breastfeed her?”

Mother-In-Law: *grunts* “Yes, she thinks it’s natu—”

Grandmother: *cuts her off* “Well, get your boob out; the wee thing is hungry, and booby is best.”

([Mother-In-Law] never chastised me again for breastfeeding.)

Don’t Need A Scan Gun To Identify This Problem

, , , , , | Working | April 17, 2018

(I am part of a team sourced from other stores to help a store get organised, as they can’t seem to get work completed. The company has had nothing but complaints about the state of the store. I find myself working alongside one of the store’s employees. We both have our own tasks. She is taking stock out of cartons and arranging them onto a shelf.)

Coworker: “What do you think? Does that look okay?”

Me: “Yeah, they look fine there.”

Coworker: *starts taking the items off the shelf and putting them back into the carton*

Me: “What are you doing?”

Coworker: “I have to dust the shelf” *she dusts the shelf, then puts the stock back in place* “Yes, that looks good.” *again she starts taking the stock off the shelf and placing them back into the carton*

Me: “What are you doing now?”

Coworker: “Now I have to price the stock.” *stands back watching me using my scanner*

Me: “Are you waiting to use this?”

Coworker: “No, I have one.”

(My coworker picks up her scanner and starts fiddling around with it finally she makes her first scan and then starts scanning about 24 of the same item separately instead of simply putting a quantity in. I am dumbfounded, and simply don’t want to be working next to this woman.)

Me: “How about I finish up those with my lot and you go to find [Supervisor] for another job?”

Coworker: “Are you sure?”

Me: “Yes, I’m sure.”

(I had completed about ten shelves in the time it took her to not complete one. I think I know why they had so much trouble keeping the store organised. It didn’t surprise me when the company decided to close that location down.)

Unfiltered Story #109143

, | Unfiltered | April 17, 2018

(A lady approaches my very busy express lane at work with well over the 12 item limit and a little ceramic jar with no code on it)
Me: I am sorry, there is no code on this, did you know roughly how much it is?
Customer: $4.80
Me: I am fairly certain they are a part of a pack of 3 for that price. I’ll just double check for you.
(I proceed to ask the manager who is standing near me, who agrees that they are apart of a 3 set)
Me: They are a part of the set, did you want to go grab the other two?
Customer: (suddenly mad) No! I brought one here the other day for that price! I don’t want three of them!
Me: I just didn’t want to rip you off.
(I go and tell manager that she is insisting on only buying it individually. We decided to just sell it for that price to keep the line moving)
Customer: SEE?! That wasn’t so hard now, was it?

Unfiltered Story #109004

, , , | Unfiltered | April 16, 2018

(I have been shopping for clothes for my daughter, who is very slim, I, on the other hand, am overweight. I am about to enter a shop and for some reason, I take notice of a woman further up the road. I have never been to this shop before and a quick look around was enough to tell me that the clothes aren’t my daughter’s style. As I leave, the woman I notice earlier is passing by the shop.)

Woman: “Hmmph I could have told you that they wouldn’t have anything in there for someone like you.”

Me: “Pardon?”

Woman: “You’re too fat for that shop”

Me: “Not that it concerns you, I’m shopping for someone else.”

Woman: “Oh.” *hurries away*

Unfiltered Story #108942

, | Unfiltered | April 14, 2018

(I work in a comic book shop and we sell lots of collectibles and memorabellia, one of them being a replica Chucky doll from the Childs Play films. On this occasion, a mother and her daughter who looked to be around 8 years old come into the shop)

Little Girl: Mummy! Mummy! That creepy doll looks like you!

(After the initial shock, the mother and I laugh about it)

Me: She’s developing some sass right there!

Little Girl: *snaps fingers, swings her head around*

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