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Brad Pitt Would Be Ashamed

, , , , , | Related | June 19, 2019

(My husband and I have a ten-year-old son and a six-year-old daughter. Our daughter is at the age where she is borderline-obsessed with Barbies, and our son loves to tease her. I come home one Saturday afternoon to find my husband fuming and see that our daughter has been crying. My husband announces that our son will be in his room for the rest of the day, and possibly “the rest of his life.” Confused, I ask what happened.)

Husband: “Last night when we were in bed, [Son] sneaked downstairs and watched Seven.

Me: “It’s inappropriate for his age, but I’d cut him some slack. A lot of kids do that. I did it. You probably did it.”

Husband: “Oh, no, it gets worse. This morning he went into [Daughter]’s room while she was playing and gave her a box and told her it was for Ken.”

Me: “Oh, my God, don’t tell me…”

Husband: She thought he was playing and had ‘Ken’ open up the box…”

Me: “It was, of course…”

Husband: “Barbie’s head.”

Me: “Well, that’s not right at all!” *pause* “Ken’s not supposed to look inside the box. He should have had another doll open it. I’ll have a talk with him about respecting the classics.”

(My daughter and my husband both gave me the stink-eye for the rest of the day. I guess I deserved it, but I still think it was hilarious. I’m a rotten parent.)

Ask Me Again And I’ll Tell You The Same

, , , , , | Learning | June 19, 2019

(I am working the textbook buyback at the end of the semester, which understandably makes the students grouchy when they get next to nothing for their expensive books. While I am sympathetic to their emotions, there are still regulations we have to follow when it comes to the condition of books we can accept. A customer approaches my counter, placing on the counter a textbook that has clearly been dropped in a puddle at some point. It is very obviously shriveled by water damage.)

Me: “I’m sorry, but we won’t be able to take back this book.”

Customer: “Why? This was an expensive book!”

Me: “It’s got very obvious water damage. We’re not allowed to resell books to students if they’re in this kind of condition. I’m really sorry.”

Customer: “I’m not leaving without my money for this book.”

(At this moment the wholesale book representative, who helps during this time of year, sees the situation unfolding and steps in to help.)

Representative: “Ma’am, I overheard everything this employee said to you. They explained the university’s standards adequately when it comes to textbook condition.”

Customer: “I got it off the shelf like that!”

Representative: “While I personally don’t believe that, you have no way of proving it.”

Customer: “Here’s the receipt!”

Representative: “That just shows when you purchased the book at the beginning of the semester. And if you look at the bottom, it explains there the conditions on buying and reselling books in this store.”

Customer: “Wait, do you even work here? I’ve never seen you here before!”

Representative: “I’m a representative of the [Book Company], to help the student employees with any… difficulties that may arise during the buyback session.”

Customer: “I want to– No, I demand to talk to a manager who actually works here!”

Me: “Okay, I’ll go get the textbook manager.”

(I walk away from the counter, where the representative is still explaining the buyback conditions. I go into the office of the textbook department manager, where his desk is already stacked with books and paperwork. Apologizing for interrupting his backlog, I explain the situation. Sighing, he follows me back to the front of the store, where the customer and the representative are still arguing.)

Textbook Manager: “As my employee pointed out to you, and as the wholesale representative pointed out, we cannot take a book back in this condition.”

(To summarize, the customer goes on how she drove over 60 miles from her hometown to sell this book back to us. She tells us about some hardships in her life, which we feel sympathy for, but have no relevance to our refusing to take back a water-damaged book. She still insists she bought the book that way.)

Textbook Manager: “Is there anything else we can help you with?”

Customer: “I want to talk to your manager!”

Me: “I’m on it.”

(I make my way back to the bookstore manager, who not only oversees the textbook sales, but is also currently occupied by school apparel and memorabilia. Once again, I explain the situation. Groaning, he follows me up to the storefront.”

Bookstore Manager: “As my employee said, as the representative said, as my textbook manager said, and what I say is that our university policy prohibits us from accepting back a book in this poor of a condition. Plus, do you really think a student would buy something that’s like this?”

Customer: “I would!”

Bookstore Manager: “We refuse to take back this textbook.”

Customer: *some kind of noise*

Bookstore Manager: “No, ma’am, it’s non-negotiable. Now, unless there’s something else we can help you with, I’d like to ask you to leave the store.”

Customer: “I’m going to the president’s office to file a complaint against this store! You’re on notice!”

Bookstore Manager: “If that’s what you want to do, go ahead. Now, please leave the store.”

Customer: *more noise*

Bookstore Manager: “Ma’am, please don’t make me call university security to escort you out.”

Customer: “You know what? You can just f****** keep this book!”

(The customer tries to throw the textbook at us, but it falls onto the countertop and some pages fall out. Dumbfounded, we watch as the customer storms out of the store. She suddenly stops right outside the doors and turns around.)

Customer: “F*** you!”

(We never heard from the university president’s office. For the rest of my employment at the bookstore, this story would come up as an example for the new employees training for buyback. Apparently, even after I graduated, this was still a horror story the trainees would whisper to each other in the safety of the break room.)

Driving Below The Speed Limit Is For Babies

, , , , , , , , | Right | June 18, 2019

I work for a luxury car company. It’s my job to be on the sales floor and take people on test drives, etc.

One day, a man comes into the dealership whose English isn’t the best. He has booked a test drive via the online feature.

When we walk towards the car he will be test driving, he stops me with a wave of his hands and rushes off to get something out of his car. I think, at first, that he’s getting his glasses or something, but he comes back with a tiny baby in a car seat. Not unusual, but worth mentioning.

We start driving down the dual carriageway, and I mention that if he wants to test the sixth gear, he can, as the speed limit is 70.

Instead, the man’s speed starts to edge towards 100 mph, and every time I try and ask him to slow down, it becomes clear that he can’t understand what I am saying.

Finally, through wild hand movements, we manage to get back onto the smaller roads to drive back to the dealership. The man starts driving on the wrong side of the road.

I have to grab the steering wheel to move us out of the oncoming path of a lorry, whilst I am being berated in German by the man.

I pull the handbrake — when it’s safe to do so — and drive us back to the dealership.

When we get back, the driver gets into his car and drives off without a word…

…leaving me with his infant daughter in the test car.

The phone number provided doesn’t work and in the end, we have to phone the police because we don’t know what to do. They come with social services and take the baby into their care.

The police eventually reunite the daughter with her mother. It turns out that the man was her father, who has visitation every other weekend.

The man submits such a poor feedback form about the test drive that I could lose my job and I am subjected to an internal review. Luckily, the camera and audio footage from the car show what actually happened.

The speeding ticket we receive from the test drive, with his photo driving, also helps me keep my job.

We’ll see if the ticket gets paid or not…

I Think Your New Friend Is A Niffler

, , , , , | Friendly | June 17, 2019

I am around 11 years old and my siblings are a few years younger. My father’s boss and her husband are coming over and they also bring their ten-year-old daughter we have never met before. We go into my room to play. As I start taking a board game out, the girl asks as the very first thing, “Does your mother have gold jewellery and do you know where she keeps it?”

I excuse myself and go tell my mother so she knows to keep an eye on the bedroom door in case she tries to sneak in there. The girl still apparently plays with my mother’s makeup while visiting the bathroom, mixing all the colours together. Due to the short temper of the boss, my parents never confront her; they do manage to avoid hosting any other family dinners until my father gets a better job, though.

Chicken Belittle

, , , , | Right | June 17, 2019

(We sell chicken, and ALL products other than chips and veggies are chicken-based. I’m working the drive-thru, the headset, and the front counter, as well as packing all of the orders. Basically, five days a week, I’m the only day-working cashier. This particular male customer comes through our drive-thru.)

Me: “Hi. Welcome to [Store]; how can I help you?”

Customer: “Give me a chicken burger.”

Me: “No worries. Which burger would you like?”

Customer: “The chicken burger.”

Me: “Yep, so which chicken burger would you like?”

Customer: “JUST GIVE ME A F****** CHICKEN BURGER!”

Me: “Sorry, all of our burgers are chicken. We have–” *lists the different burgers* “Which one would you like?”

Customer: “THE F****** CHICKEN ONE!”

Me: “I’m sorry, there’s no need to swear or be rude. I’m just trying to clarify your order.”

Customer: “I’VE TOLD YOU THREE TIMES WHAT I F****** WANT AND YOU AREN’T DOING IT!”

Me: “Yes, I understand that you would like a chicken burger, but all of our burgers are chicken.”

Customer: “JUST GIVE ME THE FIRST ONE!”

Me: “Would you like the BBQ bacon and chicken burger?”

Customer: “I CAN’T F****** EAT BACON! I JUST WANT A F****** CHICKEN BURGER!”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. Like I said, there’s no need to swear, yell, or be rude.”

Customer: “I’M NOT BEING F****** RUDE! YOU ARE!”

(After this goes on for a bit, he finally names which one he would like and speeds through to the window. I have to serve another customer and pack the other orders waiting before I can pay off his order. I open the window.)

Me: “Hi, sorry about the wait. That’s—“

Customer: “I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR F****** MANAGER, RIGHT NOW.”

(I turn around and get my manager, and I hear the customer screaming about how I was rude to him and obviously ignoring him when he got to the window. My manager explains that I had to serve another customer. The manager leaves and I go to pay off the order.)

Me: “So, that comes to $4.95.”

Customer: “No, it doesn’t. You’re giving me my food for free.”

Me: “Unless you’ve paid, I can’t give you your food.”

Customer: “I hope your f****** fat a** gives you diabetes and you f****** drop dead, you piece of s***!”

Me: “Have a nice day.”

Customer: “You haven’t given me my food yet!”

Me: “I’ve just cancelled your order. Have a nice day.”

(I then shut the window, and while he was watching, I dropped his burger into the bin.)