No Room For Error On Their Part

, , , , , | Working | May 1, 2018

(I’m traveling with my parents and a friend for vacation. My mother and I arrive a day before my father and my friend fly in, so Mom and I share a room the first night and have two rooms booked the second night. Because of this, the two rooms are on separate reservations. We are assured by the desk worker that he has changed rooms around so that one of the rooms will be the same one we stayed in the night before. However, in the middle of the night, after my friend and I have gone to sleep and closed the security bar…)

Random Family: *banging on the door at midnight*

Me: *just woken up* “Um, this room is occupied!”

Random Family: *continues to try and open the door* “But we were told this was our room.”

Me: “I don’t know what to tell you. We are in here!”

(The next morning, our keys don’t work to get in after breakfast. My mother, who is a rewards member and booked the room, goes with me.)

Desk Agent: “How can I help you?”

Me: *explains the situation, hands over key*

Desk Agent: *accusing* “You are not supposed to be in that room. How did you get in?”

Me: *confused* “With the key?”

Mom: *now angry* “We were in that room the night before last, and the agent yesterday let us keep it. Now my daughter tells me another family tried to get in in the middle of the night. What is going on here?!”

Desk Agent: “You weren’t supposed to be in that room! Tell me how you got in!”

Me: “With they key! I certainly didn’t fly in through the balcony.”

Mom: “Manager, now!”

(It turned out a glitch in the computer system had reset the rooms overnight. An understandable issue, but implying that the customer broke into a room when you can see they have a reservation is a bit much. The manager fixed the issue, thankfully.)


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Unfiltered Story #108909

, , | Unfiltered | April 10, 2018

I stop in to a corporate chain clothing store to poke around.  It is winter, so I’m wearing a hoodie, scarf, and winter coat.  Nothing that I’m wearing resembles the clothing for store associates, not even the basic colors.  I also have a blue mohawk.

I’m just starting down one of the clothing aisles when an older man steps out right in front of me.
Man: Where are your dress shirts?!
Me: … (I look down at what I’m wearing and back up at him, hoping he’ll get the hint.)
Man: Well?!
Me: I don’t work here.
Man: What?!
Me: (a little louder) I don’t work here.
Man: What?!
Me: (even louder) I don’t work here.
Man: What?!

We are at an impasse.  I start to just turn away when the man’s wife comes up, grabs his arm, and starts pulling him towards the door.
Wife: (to him) What is wrong with you, she clearly doesn’t work here, let’s go.  (to me) Sorry!

Has A Nose For Fine Jewelry

, , , , , | Right | April 7, 2018

(I work at a jewelry store, and we sell all sorts of stones. This couple has been in the store for well over an hour, and I have approached them a few times to see if they need any help. Finally, they do, and the interaction seems to be normal for the most part.)

Customer: “Do you have any jewelry of this specific stone?”

Me: “Certainly! Let me pull a few pieces out of the case. These are fairly inexpensive, so they should fall right into your budget!”

(I go over to the case and take out a series of pendants for the customer to select from. The customer picks one up, rubs it, then sticks it up her nostril to smell it.)

Customer: “It feels good; will this be available in a few weeks?”

Me: “Potentially. It depends on the people who come in.”

Customer: “All right.”

(The customer put the pendant in my hand and walked out. I promptly took the piece off display and sanitized it.)

Please Do Not Microwave The Babies

, , , , | Right | April 7, 2018

(We have stuffed animals filled with “beans” on display at the register. I am ringing up one customer when he picks one up. He starts to massage it almost aggressively, then sniffs it, before putting it back down.)

Customer: “Do you microwave these?”

(I am so taken aback, I assume I have misheard him and that he must have said “manufacture.”)

Me: “Um, no. We just sell them.”

Customer: “I have some bean bags at home; I microwave them and put them on my shoulders to help with pain. Can I do that with these?”

Me: “No, these are kids’ toys. They would probably get burnt.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. Thank you.”

That Snow Way To Behave

, , , , , , , | Friendly | March 29, 2018

When enough snow accumulates on the ground, there’s an unspoken rule for parking: don’t steal a shoveled space. Someone else did the hard work, and even went to the trouble of digging out a lawn chair, cone, or trash barrel to tell the world it’s saved. While some people are kind about giving up their spaces, this is only acceptable if you ask first.

After one particular snow storm when I was 16, my parents, my uncle, and I got out and shoveled. After spending roughly two hours digging out the cars and clearing the sidewalk and walkway, my uncle — who lived with us — and my mother were free to head to work. While my mother’s car was parked on a paved portion of our property, my uncle’s was parked on the street, because we only had two parking spaces and my dad had his own car. So, to protect the spot, I dug out our trash barrels and placed one into the spot as soon as my uncle pulled out.

With school cancelled and my dad retired, he and I went back inside to rest up before we had to go back out and tackle more snow. We only rested about an hour, but the snow was coming down pretty hard that day. When we got outside to check for ice, I saw our barrel perched atop a mountain of snow in our front yard. Already having a sneaking suspicion, I circled around the pile to confirm it: someone tossed our barrel out of the way and swiped the spot.

I know plenty of people who would slash tires, smash windshields, and find other ways to vandalize the car, and a few others who would be waiting around the car with a few friends. I took a more civilized approach. After tossing the barrel into my backyard, I began deconstructing the mountain in my front yard and used it to bury the spot again, car and all. I didn’t stop until the snow was as high as it was when the four of us found it that morning.

If this person wanted this spot so badly, then they could do the work for it.

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