How Dare Women Exist In Public?!

, , , , , | Romantic | January 2, 2021

When we are still dating, my husband gets tickets to the local NFL team game. Like all arenas and public venues, the seats are mashed in to make room for as many people as possible. 

During the first half of the game, the man beside me constantly has his leg against mine or elbows me in the breast every time he moves. In a typical male fashion, my husband doesn’t notice and brushes it off.

Husband: “It’s just because it’s close quarters.”

During halftime, I express my frustration with Mr. Gropey next to me and I swap seats with my husband. Within moments, he has a thigh against his and an elbow to his chest.

Well, it seems that gets Mr. Gropey’s attention; apparently, it isn’t as soft as it used to be. When he looks over and sees a beefier man smiling and waving at him where there was a woman before, he suddenly finds a lot more space on the other side of his seat.

Husband: “Huh. You weren’t kidding about him constantly trying to feel you up.”

Me: “Welcome to the life of a woman.”

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People Like This Are Exhausting

, , , , , , | Working | November 11, 2020

I’d worked in this job at a popular sandwich shop for four years and I’ve been contemplating moving on. I don’t find the motivation to do so until the day this story occurs.

We tend to run short-staffed because the general manager is forced to conserve labor, and if a single person calls off, the whole day is thrown off and everyone runs around in a panic trying to get everything done. It’s very stressful and a bad environment for anyone with anxiety, like me.

One day, one of the drivers calls in sick several hours before his shift. This driver is one of the most responsible people I know. In two years working there, he has put in a single time-off request for getting his wisdom teeth taken out, and he put it in months in advance. He never calls in sick, and on the day in question, he is actively throwing up and literally cannot safely come in. I overhear the general manager explaining to the area manager what’s going on.

General Manager: “We’re short-staffed; [Driver] called in sick.”

Area Manager: “What, did his mangina explode?!”

I stopped in my tracks and fixed him with my most ferocious glare. He didn’t notice, so I quickly looked “mangina” up, and basically, he was calling the driver a wimp by comparing him to a woman.

I was furious because one, being a woman is not an insult, and two, how can you say that about someone who has such a track record of responsibility? While fuming, I recalled every sexist, racist, and downright rude thing the area manager had ever said, and I decided that was it.

I walked into the back, pulled out a piece of blank printer paper, drew a little doodle of a fox on it, and wrote, “This is a picture of a fox. This is also my two weeks notice. Love, [My Nickname].” And I left it on the desk for the general manager to find.

True to my word, I finished out my two weeks and found a much better job, with better pay and a healthier work environment. I’m still friends with lots of my former coworkers, including the driver, and they’ve told me that the area manager is still confused about why what he said made me quit. I’m sure someone will have the patience to explain it to him eventually.

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Unfiltered Story #196567

, , , | Unfiltered | June 15, 2020

While in the middle of my morning commute, traffic is stopped at a traffic light that connects straight into a convenience store’s driveway, even though the light is green. A fire truck and an ambulance coming the other way pull through the intersection and into the store’s parking lot, going around the gas pumps and up to the building. I notice there are no customer cars, so the person in need must be an employee, and the store, while still fully lit, must be closed right now.

Not ten seconds later, the light having changed, a white Jeep pulls into the lot and moseys up to a gas pump, while multiple people are coming out of the store and heading for the ambulance.

The light changed again, so I didn’t get to see what the driver did, but since I’m pretty sure the law doesn’t allow pump operation when staff is not present — and if a manager was there he/she would have been tending to the situation at hand — I don’t think they got to fill up there today!

(Now with fire fighters being experts at pumps and hoses, maybe this Jeep driver thought they would gas up his/her vehicle… but I certainly hope not!)

Unfiltered Story #190558

, , , | Unfiltered | March 24, 2020

(I’m working night stock in a Midwestern grocery/department store, currently pulling out pallets of stock. While in the back room, I see two girls walking by in street clothes. I smile and give them a funny look, as I don’t recognize them and wonder if they’re vendors or cashiers coming to look at their schedule. I thought it odd when the older one laughed and pointed to my pallet jack, telling the other about how she used to use those, but I just shrugged and moved on. When I looked back, I saw them go into the break room, then back out onto the floor.

Fast forward 10 minutes and I’m on the hilo, pulling heavier pallets across the store, when I hear chatting coming from the doors by our media department. I see them hanging out for a moment in the doorway before walking toward the corporate offices and peeking into the window.)

Me: “Ok, now I have to ask. Who are you?”

Woman: (nonchalantly) “Oh I used to work here”

Me: “Used to? Then you know you can’t be back here, right?” *points to the swinging doors*

Woman: “Oh I know. I was just looking around.”

(They leave, I called the media person to have her keep them out, then my boss comes around the corner.)

Me: So, I just kicked two girls out of the back room.

Boss: Seriously? Show me who they are.

(I do, and she confronts them. Apparently the woman worked here 20 years ago (she looked much younger) and just wanted to check things out. She looked at my boss as if confused/offended about why she was being confronted before being kicked out.)

Unfiltered Story #187759

, , , | Unfiltered | March 4, 2020

(I work at a Toy Store that also does birthday parties and other events. We have a garage theme and use windowed garage doors to divide rooms)
Girl at Birthday Party: WOAH YOU GUYS HAVE DOORS HERE????
Me: Yes we do?