It Takes A Surgeon To Get You Through Border Control These Days 

, , , , , , | Working | December 2, 2019

(I am going to a concert with my parents, and my mother is recovering from surgery on a broken hand during which she had numerous pins placed to stabilize the bones. Her hand is also encased in a cast. We go through the metal detectors, and naturally, my mother’s hand sets off the detector. The security guard pulls out the wand to spot-check my mom, and asks her if she has any metal that she hasn’t removed.)

Mother: “Yes, I have six pins in my hand to set the break.”

Security Guard: “You need to remove them.”

Mother: “They’re implanted into my hand and covered with a solid cast. I can’t remove them.”

Security Guard: “You can’t go in with metal. You need to remove the metal and go through the scanner again.”

Mother: “Are you a surgeon?”

Security Guard: “No.”

Mother: “These are surgical pins that have been placed into my bones by a surgeon. They’re not coming out.”

Security Guard: “You still need to remove the metal.”

Mother: *ready to wallop the guard with the cast* “Unless you are willing to pay any medical bills from pulling these pins, they are not coming out.”

(Finally, a manager came over, realized the extent of my mom’s injury, told the guard he was an idiot, and let us through.)

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About To Have A Row About The Row

, , , , | Friendly | September 20, 2019

(My wife and I are in our seats, waiting for a concert to start. In the defense of the person in the “wrong” here, this particular venue didn’t label each individual row, so it can be confusing.)

Man: “Excuse me. I think you’re sitting in our seats.”

Woman: “No, we’re not.”

Man: “Um, yes, you are.”

Woman: “No, we’re not.”

Man: “Okay, um, can we see your tickets?”

Woman: “Sure. See? We’re in row 22, seats 1 and 2.”

Man: “But this is row 24.”

Woman: “No, it’s not. See–” *pointing to the row ahead* “–23.”

Man: “Right. That’s 21, that’s 23, so this would be 24.”

Woman: “Oh, my gosh, you’re right. I am so sorry. Oh, no. I am my mother’s daughter.”

(During the concert, the performer actually comes down the aisle and sings right in people’s faces. He even pretends to take the hat of the person in row 22 and sings to her for a bit.)

Friend: “Good thing you sat in the right spot.”

Woman: “Ha, yeah, it sure is.”

(We looked back at the man in row 24. He wasn’t laughing.)

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Gig Us A Hug!

, , | Friendly | May 31, 2019

(This is a bit of a different story. I’ve gone to see my favourite band, who are touring at the moment. They used to be quite a small band, but they’ve grown in popularity recently, having been in the country’s most popular rock music magazine multiple times. They’re still really humble and down to earth, though, and the lead singer books all their tours.)

Me: “Hey, [Lead Singer], great to see you again!”

Lead Singer: “Oh, it’s you again! I remember you from last time! How are you enjoying it so far?” *pulls me in for a hug*

Me: “Amazing, as always! You know I always love your gigs!”

(We get chatting about random things for a while.)

Me: “I just wish I could see you in [Other City they’re playing next week], too! I’ve just got no money at the moment. I know it was only £10, but I could hardly even afford the ticket for this one!”

Lead Singer: “Well… [Other City] isn’t even close to being sold out yet. Just turn up and I’ll make sure you get in!”

(I’m really shocked because I honestly wasn’t expecting this!)

Me: “No, no, there’s no way I could let you do that—“

Lead Singer: “Honestly, if the venue isn’t full yet, and there are still people who’d love to see us play and who’d genuinely enjoy it, then nothing would make me happier. Just turn up next Friday and I’ll sort it.”

(I was honestly speechless by this point, so I just thanked him and gave him another hug. And people wonder why they’re my favourite band!)


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How To Trans-cend Hate

, , , , , , , | Right | May 27, 2019

(I am at an Army National Guard Field Band concert, and after the show, we get to talk to some of the band members. As I am there with my band friends who all play flute with me, we go to find the man who plays the flute in the band, since he was very energetic on stage. We get to take pictures with him, and eventually, we start talking about our futures.)

Flute Player: “When I get out of the army, I’m going to dye my hair that color.” *points to my blue hair*

Me: “I wish I could join the army, but I can’t.”

Flute Player: “Sure, you can; anyone can.”

Me: “No… I can’t. I’m trans.”

Flute Player: “Oh… See, that’s why I’m fighting. I’m fighting so that every American has the freedom to live their lives as they want. When I joined, it was under the Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell agreement, and when I learned the union was going to lift it, I got scared. Every day I see people who are in the army and have to re-hide themselves since they aren’t allowed to be who they are. But that is why I joined. I joined so that people like us can be just as free as the people that aren’t us.”

(His little speech made one of my friends cry, and all of my friends that were there surrounded her in a group hug. After that, I no longer felt sad about the fact that I can’t join the military; knowing that there are people like him makes me feel safe. Maybe one day I will be able to join. I made sure to thank him, and I gave him the best handshake I could with my small hands.)

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I Don’t Know What You’re Talking About

, , , , , | Friendly | April 22, 2019

(The Army National Guard Field Band is holding a concert in my town, and as some students from my school are playing with them, the band director says that he will get a bus for those who want to go and aren’t playing. I go, along with some of my friends. Throughout the concert, I make comments to the girl next to me about how the music is really good, and at one point, the audience is invited to sing along. After that part of the concert is intermission, and I stand up to go to the bathroom.)

Older Woman: *two rows behind me* “Excuse me, young man. How old are you?”

Me: “I’m seventeen.”

Older Woman: “Well, you don’t act like it. All of that talking that you do — you can’t sit still through anything, can you?”

Man Sitting Next To Me: “At his age, I wasn’t able to sit through anything, either. How about you grow up and stop trying to parent other people’s children?”

(If it wasn’t for that man, I probably would have lost my temper and yelled at her. She didn’t say anything else and walked off in the opposite direction. I thanked the man, and I learned that he was in the Marines. After the concert, I made sure to shake his hand and thank him for his service.)

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