Medical Bills Paid By Friends’ Bills

, , , , , | Hopeless | May 30, 2018

(I stop in the pharmacy to get some medications for my husband, who recently lost his job because of a medical condition. We were already on income support because I am physically disabled and this has been a hard hit to our income. We just found out the income support system is about to revoke our benefits unless we can prove that he does not willfully leave his job by the end of the month. With a toddler and both of us needing the medical coverage, this is terrifying. Our normal doctor is on maternity leave until January of next year and her covers won’t help us because they don’t want to deal with the system. The same story goes with every doctor we see. They all insist they need to have been seeing us for at least three months before they’ll even consider it. Neither of us have any family or support, as we were both runaways from abuse. By this point, I am counting change, trying to figure out if I have enough to get the medication we both desperately need.)

Stranger: *taps me on the shoulder* “Hey, let me get that for you.” *tries to shove a ten dollar bill in my hand*

Me: *close to tears* “Oh, no! I really can’t. Thanks, anyway.” *tries to give it back*

Stranger: “Nah, keep it. Or, hey, tell you what…” *hands me a twenty and takes the ten back* “There. Fair trade.”

(By now I was seriously crying and didn’t notice the older man’s mother coming up beside me. Gently she took me by the elbow and they both lead me away from the pharmacy counter. They started asking me questions and I admitted that we were struggling and how scared I was. They started brainstorming between the two of them and gave me numbers to doctors they trusted. They took my email and gave me their phone numbers just in case. As a last thing, they took the twenty-dollar bill, and the man shoved a bunch of money into my bag, saying he wouldn’t take no for an answer and just to pass it on when I had the chance to help someone else. I realized that yes, I needed that help right then. I stopped fighting, figuring it was at most forty bucks but would help pay my kid’s school fees. When I got home and took the money out, I was shocked to see that instead of just a small amount, he’d put five hundred dollars into my bag. That money did help keep us afloat for the next week as we paid bills. We finally found a doctor willing to help us and our income has since stabilized. I told the stranger, who is now a supporter and friend, that we’d pay him back. He refused and told me to help others, instead. I plan to.)

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An Age-Old Joker

, , , , | Learning | May 30, 2018

(My English teacher has a very good sense of humour and is fine with the students making a joke out of almost anything, so long as it isn’t offensive. One student in particular always makes a joke about her being anciently old — she’s in her early 40s — and she always laughs it off. On this particular day we are discussing what time-period a story must be in because of a certain car in the story.)

Student #1: “So, the car would be from the 1930s, then, not the 60s as you originally said, [Teacher]?”

Student #2: “So, from around when you were born right, [Teacher]?”

Teacher: “No, I was born way before that! Like maybe fifty-ish years before.”

Student #2: “So, about when Canada became a country, then?”

Teacher: “Yeah, I blew up the balloons for the celebration after.” *laughs*

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Doesn’t Read Print, Full Stop

, , , , | Right | May 30, 2018

(I work in a small shop that sells sunglasses, shoes, and backpacks; basically, it’s an accessory shop. We are having a buy-one-get-one sale on our backpacks, but it’s only on certain brands, so we have signs set up inside and outside of our store. Everything is clearly printed; there is no fine print because our store manager knows people don’t read the fine print on sale signs, so she makes the font size 48 so people can see it clearly)

Customer: “I saw that there was a buy-one-get-one 50% off sale; I’d like to get purchase these.”

(She hands me two backpacks; one is included in the sale but the other is not.)

Me: “Unfortunately, this backpack isn’t included in the sale, but the other one is. The brands that are included in this sale are—” *lists all the brands on the sign* “If you need help finding a backpack like this one here, I would be happy to help.”

Customer: “No, your sign says, ‘Buy One Get One 50% off on all backpacks.’ It doesn’t say which ones are and which ones aren’t; I would like this one for 50% off.”

(I take her over to the sign and point out which brands it says are on sale.)

Me: “See, miss? It says right here. Unfortunately, the one brand is not included.”

Customer: “Well, no wonder I didn’t see it. Stores like these need to stop putting stuff in the fine print.”

(The customer walks out.)

Manager: “If I made the font any bigger, there would have been a store banner, and even then she probably wouldn’t have read it.”

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Unfiltered Story #113816

, | Unfiltered | May 30, 2018

We have a regular commonly referred to as “The Red-Head B****”. She is unpleasant and rude. Any time someone different is on a shift, she makes ridiculous complaints. It’s completely dead and very quiet the day before a holiday; I am chatting quietly with a close coworker on my break, discussing my mat-leave options (yay!).
RHB: *calls out loudly 2 tables away* “Well, your personal problems sound very upsetting.”

We are silent; what can she mean? It hits me like a ton of bricks (I look younger than I am) and I lose it a bit after months of her daily abuse, and march to her table.

Me: “Are you referring to the fact that I’m pregnant?”

*She arches eyebrow smugly*

Me: “Yeah, Look. I’m 25, I’ve been happily married for 2 years, and we’ve been hoping for a baby. Also, this is not my ‘real’ job; I actually own and operate a successful event floral design company. I’ve seen you enjoying the designs I bring in. So maybe before you decide to judge and run your mouth, you can remember that we all know you’re unpleasant to us daily because you are a sad, empty woman. We feel sorry for you.”


Me: *scarily pleasant* “So are y’done here? Can I take these for you?” (her dishes)

RHB: “Uh….yes. I’m all done.”

*Owners commend me, loudly declaring “THAT RED-HEAD-B****TCH!”*

Serve Or Die

, , , | Right | May 29, 2018

(I work at a REALLY busy movie theater with huge lines that go out the door because of this crazy Star Wars release. I am on register in concession next to my friend who starts coughing because of the popcorn fumes. Her coughing eventually gets so bad that I send her to the backroom to drink some water. The man she was just helping starts yelling at me 20 seconds later.)

Man: “Um, hi, excuse me! Yeah, can you just finish up this transaction here? I have somewhere to be.”

Me: “Sorry, I can’t actually touch her register; it’s policy.”

Man: *starts yelling louder, livid at this point* “So, you’re telling me that I have to miss my very expensive movie because some girl is dying?!

Me: *highly annoyed* “No, no, of course not. You can leave your line and hop on the end of mine.” *there are another 60 people in my line*

Man: *storms off without buying his food* “Un-f******-believable”

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