The Incomplete Picture Of Bad Service

| Hartford, CT, USA | Working | May 4, 2017

(I am browsing through the vendor stalls at a large convention with some friends. As we are looking at posters my friend points out a poster for an anime I love being moved around by one of the sellers. He puts it back in the stack behind the counter so quickly we can’t see the picture clearly.)

Me: “Excuse me; I would like to see the [Anime] poster.”

Vendor #1: “…”

Me: “It’s the one in the stack with the corner sticking out. If you could just pull it out for me—”

Vendor #2: *turns around and rummages through the rolled posters, pulling out and unrolling a copy of the poster a third of the way so I can see the anime’s name, but not the bulk of the picture, then rolling it back up* “That’s ten dollars.”

Me: “I’d like to see the whole picture, please.”

(The second vendor rolls his eyes and puts away the poster, without showing me the rest of it. The first vendor continues to ignore me.)

Me: *to Friend* “If it’s going to be this difficult for them to complete a simple task and treat their customers nicely then they aren’t getting my money.”

(From the little bit of the poster that I did see, the picture was nice enough that I would have bought it, if only the sellers weren’t so rude!)

Hopefully Not Conventional Behavior

| Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Romantic | April 20, 2017

(I go to Comic Con dressed in cosplay, alone. I am cosplaying a character named Jade Harley (who happens to be narcoleptic) from a web-comic called Homestuck. I have heard that there is going to be a meetup of Homestuck fans, which I am quite excited for, seeing as I have never met another fan face-to-face. I end up getting to the area where the meetup is happening about half an hour early, and am approached by a guy dressed as Dave Strider, another character in the comic.)

‘Dave’: “Hey! Jade! Sweet!” *does finger guns at me*

Me: “Ha! Thanks.” *awkward laugh*

‘Dave’: “So, you gonna be a Sleeping Beauty and let me kiss you to wake you up?”

Me: “Uh… no.”

‘Dave’: “Aw, c’mon… pleeeaaase?” *stands uncomfortably close to me*

Me: *inching away* “…Please leave me alone.”

(This continued on for several minutes until someone else showed up, dressed as Dirk Strider, the other character’s brother. I was relieved, but quickly realised that they were friends when he grinned and called out a greeting to ‘Dave’.)

‘Dirk’: “Hey! Found a sexy mamacita over here?”

‘Dave’: “H*** yeah, man, but she’s playing hard to get, y’know?”

Me: “Can you guys please just stop?” *backing away from the two of them*

‘Dave’: “Aw, Jade baby, calm down!”

(He decided to take this opportunity to try and grope my chest. I kicked him in the shin, hard. Of course, it was at this moment the event organiser showed up and kicked me out for being violent. Definitely turned me off ever going to a convention again.)

Wasn’t Bargaining On It Being Frozen

| TX, USA | Right | February 8, 2017

(I am at a local small anime/cartoon convention. Though the con is mostly anime themed, some vendors sell sci-fi or fantasy merchandise. With me are my brother and sister. My brother loves quoting movies. We come to a vendor selling games and random figures. I’m checking out the figurines when my brother asks about a game.)

Brother: “How much for the game?”

Seller: “$40.”

Brother: *with an incredulous voice* “$40?! No, ten!”

(The poor seller looked so baffled by the sudden change of attitude and I put my face in my hands.)

Me: “Sorry, he’s quoting Frozen.”

(From the scene where Kristoff yells at the shopkeeper for pricing winter gear very expensive during summer, before getting thrown out. The seller laughed and said it was actually clever, so he offered my brother a $10 discount.)

Seeing The Ex-tra Benefits

| Atlanta, GA, USA | Romantic | November 23, 2016

(I’m wandering through a convention with my friend and his wife, when another girl walks past.)

Friend: “Whoa!”

Me: “What is it?”

Friend: “That was [His Ex] that just passed us.”

(I remembered hearing about this girl because she dumped him shortly before we met, and left him unable to date anyone for a year before he met his future wife.)

Me: “Oh, wow…”

Friend’s Wife: “Oh, is that [His Ex]? Excuse me for a minute.”

(She goes off to follow her. We both are concerned because she has a tendency to be vindictive towards anyone who hurts someone she cares about. She comes back a few minutes later.)

Friend: “What did you do?”

Friend’s Wife: “I had heard stories about her for years. I just wanted to see what she looked like.”

Friend: “You didn’t say or do anything?”

Friend’s Wife: “No. Why should I? And if I did, I just would have just thanked her. Because if she didn’t break your heart, we never would’ve met and got married.”

Friend: “Wow… I love you!”

They’re Not Cosplaying Around

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Right | October 15, 2016

(I’m working an armorer’s booth at a sci-fi convention. Company policy is we can’t even sell the polypropylene — rubber substitute — training blades to anyone under 18. Two guys walk up an hour after the show opens, clearly buddies; one is about 15, the other has a young face but a full beard. They ask about training knives for about 10 minutes, and then pick out the ones they want.)

Me: *to the bearded one* “Sorry, I have to ask. How old are you?”

Bearded Guy: “17. Why?”

Me: “I bet you’re going to regret being so honest, but I can’t sell these to anyone under 18. If one of your parents is here and comes to buy them for you, no problem, but you can’t buy them without an adult guardian present.”

(They wheedle and whine for a while and finally give up. Five hours and hundreds of customers later, two guys come up to the booth. One looks to be baby-faced and is wearing big sunglasses. The other looks young, but has a full beard. Something in my brain clicks that, sans sunglasses, I’ve seen this combo before… They pick out the knives they want without a word, and start to hand me money.)

Me: *to the bearded one* “Sorry, I have to ask, how old are you?”

Bearded Guy: “18.”

Me: “Funny. I could swear you were 17 this morning…”

Bearded Guy: “No, I’ve never been here before!”

Me: *to his friend* “And at a convention where every second booth is selling cosplay masks, you try to disguise yourself with sunglasses?”

(They grumble and swear at me for a minute, trying to convince me I’m imagining things.)

Me: *to the bearded one* “Let’s make this simple. Do you have a driver’s license or health card with a birth date?”

(They gave up and walked off.)

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