I was volunteering at Comic-Con Copenhagen a few years ago. We volunteers were wearing green t-shirts, while the ones who worked for Comic-Con were wearing black trousers and white button shirts and a badge plus walkie-talkies, so we were all recognizable, and it was easy to distinguish between volunteers and people who actually worked there.

I was guarding a staff-only staircase to make sure no guests would use it. This staircase was mostly used by the cafeteria staff. It was a very chill shift. Occasionally, I’d have to tell guests that they couldn’t use this staircase and answer some of their questions about where to find stuff, when this and this actor would give autographs, etc. And the cafeteria staff were so nice, one of them gave me a cupcake, life was good.

Up until she arrived.

This woman was in a hurry, it seemed, and she was heading directly for the staircase. So, I stepped out to get physically in the way and told her she couldn’t use this staircase and which one she should use instead.

But instead of apologizing and heading for the other staircase, like everyone else did, she started yelling at me that she had to use the bathroom (using this staircase instead of the other wasn’t any faster), and that I should move and that I was a c*** for trying to tell her where she could and couldn’t be. She said I should make an exception for her and that the rule was bad.

I told her multiple times that I don’t make the rules, I just enforce them, and she should go to talk to someone wearing a white shirt if she had a problem with the rules.

She was probably around forty, and I was twenty at the time of this story. She proceeded to talk to me like I was a literal child and told me she’d go talk to an adult.

To my luck, a white-shirt guy came by right at this time, and she went to him to complain about me and told him that she should be allowed to use the staircase because it was her human right or something, and that he should fire me.

He told her exactly what I had been telling her, that no, she can’t use the staircase, and that she’d get kicked out of the convention if she kept acting like this. You should seriously have seen the look on her face; it was the best thing ever. She really thought that he’d agree with her; the look of disappointment was just priceless.

The white-shirt guy then asked me if I was okay. I said yes and finally got to laugh about it after having to hold it in for a good ten minutes.

A tourist waits one week before asking for a 100% refund for a guided city tour, on a bike. She took the full three-hour tour. Her reasons for complaining are:

Tourist: “The group was too large!”

Her party was three out of thirteen people. The website clearly states that groups can be as large as fifteen people.

Tourist: “The guide was insufficiently knowledgeable!”

The guides are trained and tested, but opinions differ…

Tourist: “The city was too crowded!”

It’s a capital, in summer. What were you expecting? Some people…

I work in a bubble tea café. In walks a small group of people, with one female customer who is studying our menu thoroughly. I notice she is talking to another member of the group about some of our premium choices, three of which are currently unavailable and have big signs over their pictures saying “sold out”.

Everyone but her orders, and she finally seems to make a decision.

Customer: “Hi. Can I have the [sold-out premium drink]?”

Me: “Unfortunately, that one is sold out, as indicated.”

Customer: “Oh. What about [different sold-out premium drink]?”

Me: “That one is also sold out, sorry.”

Customer: “Hmm. Okay, then I’ll have a classic milk tea, instead.”

Me: “Great! With tapioca topping?”

Customer: “Yes, please. Oh, wait, does the classic milk tea have milk?”

Me: “Uh. Yes, the classic milk tea is with milk.”

Customer: “Oh, I didn’t know. That’s fine.”

I make the drink and hand it to her. She comes back a few minutes later.

Customer: “Excuse me. What toppings did you put in?”

Me: “Tapioca? The ones you agreed to?”

Customer: “Oh, okay. They’re weird.” 

With that, she walked out. I turned to my coworker and asked if we both heard all of this; she was equally as confused as me.

I am at Copenhagen central train station, waiting for my train to Sweden. A well-dressed lady approaches me.

Lady: “Can you help me get to the airport?”

Me: “The train bound for Sweden will stop at the airport.”

This train is running on time and is scheduled to arrive in five minutes.

Lady: “No, no, my flight leaves in thirty minutes! That’s too late; you have to get me to the airport faster than that!” 

Lady, I have no control over neither the trains, the planes, or the automobile traffic. I’m just trying to catch my train and go home.

A friend of mine was at a local bar all evening and finally left shortly after two o’clock in the morning.

He went to the only local pizza place that was still open. At the pizza place, he ordered a pizza and asked for it to be delivered, gave his address, and paid.

He then waited outside for the delivery guy to come out. When he got there, my friend asked him:

Friend: “You’re taking that pizza to [address]?”

The driver said that he was.

Friend: “Well, that pizza is for me. As you’re going there anyway, can I hitch a ride?”

He was taken home and got his pizza for something similar to the price of a taxi.