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What Have You Been Doing Up Until Now?

, , , , , | Right | March 9, 2021

Caller: “I got this past due statement from your company that lists the invoices that we haven’t paid. We’re currently on a credit hold with y’all.”

Me: “Did you have a question about any of the invoices?”

Caller: “Well… If we pay these invoices, do we get off the credit hold? Is that how this works?”

Me: *Internally* “How else do you possibly picture this working?”

A Valentine’s For Over-21s Only

, , , , , , | Right | February 14, 2021

I am seventeen, working as a grocery store cashier. As I am under 21, I have to have an over-21 coworker ring up alcohol. My manager comes to scan a customer’s champagne. He is also purchasing flowers, a “Happy Anniversary” card, chocolates, and a box of condoms. As the manager finishes scanning, he says: 

Manager: “You have a nice day, sir.”

Customer: “I sure will!”

Good Luck Making Up For That

, , , , , | Working | February 5, 2021

When I am first figuring out how to do nice makeup — more than slapping on some concealer and mascara every morning like I did in high school — I go to a popular, fairly high-end makeup store. I have watched many tutorials on YouTube before even setting foot in a store, but the sheer variety of products and tools is overwhelming so I want someone to give me a hand picking out the right items. I’m greeted by an employee when I walk in, so I decide to ask her for help.

Me: “Could you help me pick out a foundation and a couple other things, please? I’ve never worn liquid foundation before, so I’m not sure what will suit me.”

Employee: “Sure thing. Well, first of all, you’re really pale, so there’s probably only a couple of brands that make a shade light enough for you in the right undertones.”

I brush off the pale comment, which is true but doesn’t need pointing out.

Me: “Right, that makes sense. Could you show me which brands you think would work?”

We do manage to find a shade match, though I note that it doesn’t seem like I’m a particularly rare shade, though I defer to her and her greater knowledge of skin undertones. I need something to apply the foundation, and I know that brushes and sponges are the two most popular products for that at the moment, so I decide to ask for help with that, too.

Me: “This looks great. So, what would you recommend to apply it with?”

The employee looks at me like I have three heads.

Employee: “Um… a brush.”

I’m concerned now because she seems confused now by what I thought was a simple question.

Me: “Right, so a brush rather than a sponge? Can you show me the foundation brushes, then?”

She walked me over to the brush section and handed me the store’s own brand foundation brush without even talking about why it was the better choice or how it would compare to a sponge, which she never acknowledged as an option. In the end, I bought the foundation and the brush, anyway, because I figured I have to start somewhere. Within a week, I realized I hated the brush and ended up going to a big box retail store to buy a blending sponge, instead, making a note not to shop at that particular location of the makeup store again.

Got The “Balls” To Say It

, , , , , | Right | February 1, 2021

I am a manager.

Customer: *To a server* “Let me talk to your manager!”

I go over to talk with them.

Customer: *To me* “Don’t you have a male manager?!”

Me: “Trust me, lady, I’ve got enough balls to deal with your s***. You just try me.”

She Missed The Hive Mind Memo

, , , , , | Working | January 14, 2021

It’s been a rather rough week and I want to treat myself to some of Seattle’s finest. I order ahead through the coffee shop’s app for one tall mocha latte so that I can pick it up after my last shift of the week. I get confirmation on the app and go.

I get there and go to the end of the counter for the drink, but there are none. I am confused and wave down a barista. He comes over and I show him the app and explain that I am here to pick up this drink.

Barista: “Are you sure? I thought you would have wanted a grande pumpkin spice latte.”

Me: “No, I ordered a tall mocha.”

Barista: “I don’t think so.”

Me: “Um… Why?”

Barista: “Because you’re a girl in her late teens. Your type always only orders pumpkin spice.”

Me: “…”

Barista: “If this is some sort of scam to try and get a free drink—”

Me: “I hate to be this person, but can I see your manager?”

Thankfully, the manager is understanding and extremely apologetic. I’m not trying to be an entitled brat, but JESUS. I am twenty-five years old and I just wanted a small pick-me-up.

The best part? As I am leaving, I hear the manager ask his barista what he was thinking. The barista replies:

Barista: “Because my girlfriend only orders pumpkin spice! Don’t girls only ever order pumpkin spice?”

I don’t think I will be going back there any time soon.