Getting Bent Out Of Shape

| ME, USA | Right | May 18, 2017

(I am sitting waiting for my car to be repaired at the service center of a dealership while I overhear this.)

Mechanic: “All right, Mr. [Customer], your car is all set!”

Customer: “Thanks! So what do I owe you?”

Mechanic: “Well, let’s see. We did an oil change and rotated your tires so it’s [Price], but I do think you should know that your wheels are bent and you may want to consider replacing your tires when you come back from vacation since they’re rather worn down and won’t function well in the snow.”

Customer: “Are you kidding me?! My wheels are bent? How the hell does that even happen?”

Mechanic: “Well, if you go over a large pot hole too quickly that may do it. See, the good thing is though [Car Brand] makes their wheels out of an alloy so they bend instead of breaking, preventing accidents.”

Customer: “Ugh! I can’t believe this. I should expect better quality out of a $50,000 car! You’d think after paying that much they would give me decent tires that didn’t wear down after 20,000 miles! This is such bullcrap! Like, seriously, this pisses me off. Oh, and for the record, you can tell me whatever you want but that car does not do s*** in the snow! It sucks! I don’t care if I can turn off the f****** traction whatever it’s total s***!”

Mechanic: “Uh… right. Well, sir, here is your total. Have a great day.”

Customer: “Yeah, whatever! I don’t care! I’m mad! I expect more after you took $50,000 from me for a f****** car!”

(I was ready to tell him that if he really didn’t want his car we could trade!)

He’s Awfully Kind

| San Jose, CA, USA | Working | April 26, 2017

(My manager and I get along very well. I’ve been working for him for about two years and while it’s a great job, I found out about another rare employment opportunity that would be too good to pass up. It’s a long shot, but I apply. I have been forthcoming with him throughout the process, telling him about it even before the application window opened. He says many times that while he hopes I get it because it would be great for me, he also hopes I don’t because he doesn’t want to lose me from the staff. After I turn in my application, I hear nothing for literally two months before finally being called to let me know I’ve made it to the first round of interviews and arranging for me to meet the hiring committee. I arrange with a coworker to cover my shift on the day of the interview, and then call my manager to let him know as I won’t see him for a couple days and don’t want to delay in notifying him.)

Me: “So the reason he’s covering for me is… I finally got a call back from [Prospective Employer]. I have an interview that day.”

Manager: “You’re a b****.”

Me: *laughing* “I know you mean it with love, so thank you.”

Manager: “Yeah… I know this is a great thing for you, but I really hope you do terribly. Just awful.”

Me: “I appreciate it! See you Friday!”

Manager: “See you then!”

You Co-Sign Like A Girl

| Toledo, OH, USA | Working | April 12, 2017

It is approximately 15 years ago and I am in the market for a new car. I have decided on an SUV from a now defunct manufacturer. They made awesome cars and this would be my second car from them. Mind you, I’m a woman in my 30s at this point and a legal secretary at a law office plus run my own side business. I have good credit and make more than enough money to afford this car.

I pick out and actually order the SUV I want, because I want a specific color with a few extra options such as a 6 CD changer and moon roof. I’m using the same salesman that sold me my original car from this dealership. He’s great – answers my questions without acting like I’m an idiot. We get the paperwork ready and hand it over to his financial team, at which point I am told it can take up a bit to process the paperwork as there are a lot of people there buying cars. My salesman needs to speak to his manager, so I start to walk over to get a drink of water when I hear my name being called – it hasn’t even been 5 minutes. I say “over here” and the man simply turns to me and doesn’t move towards me. So I wave at him and start to walk towards him when he proceeds to tell me very loudly from 10 feet away that I will need a co-signer. I immediately know he hasn’t looked past “female” on my paperwork nor done a credit check because I haven’t needed a co-signer since I bought my first car at 16.

So I stop walking towards him and from 10 feet away I very loudly reply “Please go back to your office and get me a list of the banks you called that say I needed a co-signer and I’ll go back to my office and subpoena their records because I guarantee you that they have sold this very car to a man who makes less money and hasn’t worked as long as I have, and without a co-signer.” It is at this point I see the guy who was helping me purchase my car with a big grin on his face and what I assume was his manager next to him scowling. I did not see that man again but I had the paperwork and a date my car would be delivered not 10 minutes after he disappeared.

I was and still am a huge fan of this particular car manufacturer. I went back to them for all of my oil changes, etc. And I never once saw that financial guy again. My salesman did however tell me that he thought it was awesome how I didn’t even miss a beat telling that guy off and loved that I did it in front of everyone. Apparently they had been having problems with him and losing sales over his sexism since he was hired and my response brought it to attention of a lot of higher ups that this kind of behavior was an open door to a lawsuit.

Label It Out For Him

| San Jose, CA, USA | Working | April 11, 2017

(I am lucky to have a manager who is pretty great. However, one area in which he is not so great is spelling and grammar. I have become his de facto spellchecker. He often calls me into his office or rings me on on my desk line to ask how to craft a phrase or spell a word. My phone rings showing his extension, so I pick up.)

Me: “Hellooooooo!”

Manager: “How do you spell label? As in, ‘He labeled the box with… a… label.'”

Me: *after a good laugh* “L-A-B-E-L. But… did you really just ask that? And did you really just ask that the way I think you did?”

Manager: “No, I did not. Thank yoooooou!” *click*

(I end up walking past his office door about two minutes later. He calls out after me:)

Manager: “Yeah, that really wasn’t my best moment.”

Won’t Be Test-Driving That Bad Attitude Anytime Soon

| MI, USA | Working | April 10, 2017

Several years ago I was in the market for a pickup truck. I notice a shiny red 4×4 on the front line of our town’s local dealership and pull in for a closer look. It’s doors are locked, and although I could see several salesmen glued to the front window of the building, looking for customers, nobody comes out to help.

I decide to go in and make myself known. To my surprise, nobody will even look at me, much less greet me. They aren’t exactly busy either. Eventually I get tired of being ignored and approach one of the offices. The salesman inside looks bored. He has his head propped on his hand and is scrolling through something on the computer. I stand there politely, waiting for him to see me. Finally I say “Hello!” quite audibly. After a moment’s pause, I get an “Mmmph” response. I tell him I’d like to have a look inside the red 4×4 in the front row. All he can muster is a “Yeah” and begrudgingly gets up and locates a set of keys.

I lead him across the lot to the truck. He unlocks the door and I sit inside. When I get out he quickly closes the door and locks it, then starts heading back into the building. Bewildered, I ask, “Can we go for a test drive?” to which he says, “Nope. We get lots of kids in here looking at vehicles. We waste time getting plates and going for a ride, then we never see them again. If you want to go for a ride we need to do the financing first.” He then turns and goes back inside without saying another word.

I get back in my car and leave. I go to a dealer of the same brand in another town and promptly buy a truck from them. On my way home I can’t resist. I stop at the first dealer and park right in front of the building. I go inside and ask to see the sales manager. I go inside his office, take my paperwork out, and put it on his desk. “I came in here yesterday ready to buy that red 4×4 from you guys. I like to keep my money local, but I was made to feel like I was wasting your time because I’m a ‘kid.’ Incidentally, I’m 29 if that makes any difference. Instead, I went to your competitor in [Neighboring Town] and actually bought this more expensive truck from them,” I said, putting my finger under the price on the sheet. “You guys must be doing exceptionally well to be able to turn customers away like that. Your buddy’s–” *motioning towards the salesman who had given me the brush* “–attitude towards younger customers has cost you my business.”

A few days later I saw the same red 4×4, wearing dealer plates, broken down on the side of the highway ramp. Had I been allowed to go, the ‘test drive’ would have been an interesting one!

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