Blinded By Their Prejudice

| IL, USA | Working | May 25, 2017

(My beloved car that my husband and I share is dying, and my parents are looking to upgrade. We all go car shopping together. My father is with us, and is a rather obviously blind man with a guide dog.)

Salesman #1: “So, what can I do for you folks?”

Mom: “Well, we were thinking of getting a Mercedes SUV. And my daughter is looking to replace her car with something affordable. So you can either show them a car they like in their price range, or convince me and my husband to buy the new SUV and sell my daughter our old car.”

Salesman #1: *laughs* “Let me get someone who specializes in what you need.”

(Ten minutes pass.)

Salesman #2: “So, I hear you two kids are looking for an economy car?”

Mom: “Or, you could sell me a brand new Mercedes…”

(Salesman #2 looks at her strangely, then proceeds to show me and my husband the cheapest used car on the lot. After we say a few times that we were looking for something a little nicer, the salesman wanders off, never to return. As the four of us leave, we happen to pass the salesman who first helped us, sitting in his office.)

Salesman #1: “Did you folks find what you wanted?”

Mom: “Well, no… You guys never showed us the high-end SUV we were looking for.”

Me: “And I was only shown the one cheapest car on the lot. I was looking for something affordable, but…”

Salesman #1: “Look, we aren’t going to be able to do financing for anything more that that for folks in your situation.”

Me: “Our situation?”

Salesman #1: “If a bank isn’t going to approve a loan, we can’t show you—”

Me: “Why do you think a bank wouldn’t approve a loan?”

Mom: “You didn’t even ask us anything?”

Salesman #1: “Well, for folks on disability benefits…”

(My dad, who is not much of a talker, finally pipes up.)

Dad: “What, you think my daughter is disabled?”

(The salesman looked at him, confused. He continued to look confused as we left. I don’t think it ever occurred to him that blind people can have jobs — and so can their offspring!)

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.”

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