(I work in a hotel. I’ve finished most of my work for the evening and am eating my lunch when a phone call from one of our guests comes down. He is asking for an extra couple of pillows. I tell him I’ll be up as soon as I can. A few minutes later, I knock on the door and he opens it before I even finish knocking. It’s about 2:00 am, and there’s some Barry White going on in the background. The guy answering the door is quite young, fit, and stark naked, and… is very well endowed. He smiles as if everything is as it should be and thanks me for the pillows. Before the door closes, I hear a woman speak.)

Female Guest: “Can she bring some champagne up?”

(He looks at me, and I’m about to answer, shaking my head, when I hear another woman speak.)

Other Female Guest: “Oh, and some strawberries and cream!”

(He looks back at me. I smile but shake my head, trying to ignore the blush that’s fighting to get to my face.)

Me: “I’m sorry, our restaurant and bar are closed. You should have some wine and champagne in the mini-fridge, though.”

Male Guest: “Ah, we already went through that. Thanks, anyway, sweetheart.”

(He winked at me and closed the door. I barely made it to the lobby before my blush exploded on my face and I started laughing.)

(In Canada, we got rid of the penny, and all cash transactions are rounded to the nearest five cents. I want to purchase a drink at a coffee house that totals $5.61 and I have $5.60 on my card.)

Barista: “There’s $0.01 left owing.”

Me: “Okay…”

Barista: “You owe a penny still.”

Me: “Pennies don’t exist anymore… Do you want me to use my debit for a penny?”

Barista: “You owe a penny!”

Me: “Is there a manager?”

(The manager came over quickly and, exasperatedly, told the barista that you don’t charge pennies because they don’t exist!)

(I am the front desk manager at a hotel. A guest comes in stating he has just made a reservation online and wants to check in. I check for his reservation and find nothing.)

Me: “Are you sure you made the reservation at this hotel?”

Customer: “Yes, I’m sure it was here. This is [our address], right?”

Me: “Yes, it is. Is it possible the reservation might be under a different name?”

Customer: “Nope, just mine.”

Me: “So, you have the confirmation number?”

Customer: “No, but I have my reservation right here.”

(He shows me his cell phone. It is open to our hotel’s website and is showing a search for rooms on today’s date.)

Me: “Sir, this is just a search result, not a reservation.”

Customer: “No, this is my reservation. See? It says right here, one double room for [today’s date] for [price].”

Me: “If you scroll down, it also shows other rooms and prices. You need to select one and then fill in your info along with your credit card number.”

Customer: “But, this is my reservation…”

Me: “No, sir, this is a search result. I’m happy to make a reservation for you right now, though.”

Customer: “So, you’re telling me—” *does something on his phone and shows me another search result* “—that this is not a reservation?”

Me: *sighs* “Let me make you that reservation.”

I work as the assistant manager at a popular Canadian electronics store. We sell, among other things, laptop computers and subscriptions to antivirus programs. All of our laptops and desktops come with a free 30-day trial of a certain antivirus software. 

My store manager calls me to the cash to assist with a French-speaking couple who are clearly angry. My manager does not speak French, so I have to explain what happened after they left. 

It turns out the couple bought a laptop last night along with a subscription to an antivirus program and a few other odds and ends. As they were setting it up, they received a scam call from “Microsoft Support,” who then charged them well over $200 to remove the existing 30-day free subscription and install the new one they had purchased. It seems this individual led the couple to believe that we scammed them into buying the subscription since the laptop already came with it, apparently not telling them they would have had to buy it anyway after 30 days and telling them we were just trying to take advantage of them to increase our sales commission.

I try to explain that they were scammed but not by us. They insist they spoke to Microsoft, and no matter how I explain that Microsoft would never call them or ask for money they aren’t having it.

The couple is now demanding a full refund on their used subscription which I cannot do, and as they leave, they give me a big smile and inform me that their son and grandson work at [local French radio station] and that we will be out of business within the week.

We never hear anything and never see the couple again. We do hear that the radio station has begun making announcements warning people of these phone scams and providing a number where they can be reported. I feel bad for that couple and I’m sure they are embarrassed to realize they have been had.

One of my sisters and I are in our twenties and the other one is in her teens. The three of us were at the grocery store a few weeks ago when this happened. We were wandering around discussing stuff when I stopped to look at the stuff on the shelves, so my sisters stopped, as well. I was not paying attention to anything, as usual, but I trusted my sisters to warm me if I was blocking someone or something. 

They saw this woman coming in our general direction with her cart, so one of my sisters moved away and my other sister pushed me closer to the shelves and came closer to me to provide space for the cart. This woman kept coming at me and my sister, and when she was close enough said, “Excuse me,” in a rude tone. I said sorry, sort of a reflex response, and my sister tries to pull me away to make more space for her. 

She kept coming at us and kept saying, “Excuse me,” loudly and still in her rude tone. I kept saying sorry and my sister started trying to push me into the shelves to give her space. It got to the point that this woman’s cart was going to run me over, so my sisters and I looked at her. At this point, I don’t know what we would have done if she was a major b****, as we all hate confrontation. 

Turns out it was one of our neighbours who we know fairly well. She looked at us, said sorry, and laughed. Then, she explained that she’d done it to other neighbours as a “politeness” test or something, and told us that we’d all passed. She then told us that she did it to another neighbour, who we all know to be a nice old lady, and she apparently lost it and was cursing up a storm until she realized it was our neighbour. 

My sisters and I laughed it up with the neighbour and walked away, all feeling very confused. Up to this point, I don’t know how I should feel about her “test.”