Colour-Blind To Reason

, , , , | Friendly | June 5, 2017

(I am on the toilet. The door is locked and a little indicator on the outside to shows that it is occupied. I am just “finishing up” when someone plays with the handle and knocks very loudly on the door. Thinking I will literally be out in five seconds, I don’t say anything. There is then a very loud smack against the door which shakes the room. I flush the toilet and open the door. There is a guy literally charging at the door and practically rugby tackles me onto the toilet.)

Me: *getting up* “What the h*** are you doing?”

Worker: “I didn’t think anyone was in!”

Me: “So you decided to charge the door? If the door didn’t open, you should have expected someone to be in there.”

Worker: “You didn’t shout.”

Me: “I shouldn’t have to. The indicator on the lock says if it’s occupied.” *showing him* “White is open; red is occupied.”

Worker: “I’m colour-blind. I can’t tell the difference.”

Me: “You do realise you’ve just told me you can’t tell the difference between white and not-white?”

Worker: “I’m colour-blind. I can’t tell the difference.”

(He then used the toilet next to me which, from what I was aware, had been open the whole time I was in there.)

The Day Was About To (Bath) Bomb

, , , | Hopeless | June 3, 2017

(I am having a really bad day. I had a huge fight with my partner, had two rejections for jobs I really wanted, I am carrying three really heavy bags of shopping with me, and I am starting to feel a depression bout coming on from all the stress. I go into a popular UK bath product shop to get something nice to cheer me up… just as my mother phones me to talk about my mortgage application. She is trying to be helpful, but it is just the wrong time to talk about money, and I feel really overwhelmed. As I get off the phone, I start to cry.)

Shop Assistant: “Are you okay? Come sit down.”

(I vent to her about all the stuff happening that day, and she sits and listens for about ten minutes.)

Me: “I’m so sorry; you’re at work and I’m keeping you from your job.”

Shop Assistant: “Oh, no, it’s been nice to sit down! Why don’t you put your bags behind the counter, and you can have a browse without being weighed down?”

(I do so, and buy a bath bomb and a face-mask. As I pay:)

Shop Assistant: “[Colleague] says she’ll give you a free arm and hand massage, if you have time?”

(I sat with another assistant for at least fifteen minutes. She was amazing, too; working my pressure points and chatting to me about this and that, until I was smiling. I left the shop feeling much better, at least well enough to get home and relax. Before I did, I bought them both a bag of sweets to say thank you. They really went above and beyond for a random customer!)

Not Bread For This Job

, , | Toledo, OH, USA | Working | May 31, 2017

I’m shopping for the month, and so have a lot of items that keep me pretty busy unloading the cart at the end of the conveyor belt. The register clerk must have been bored, and starts making a lot of small talk, asking questions about every other product. She’s never tried this shampoo, is it good? She didn’t even know they carried this brand of soda, and so on. I’m so distracted by her, I don’t remember to keep an eye on the bagger at the far end of the counter.

I get home to unpack and find all my canned goods and a couple of jars of spaghetti sauce were placed on top of the bread, which is now flat as pancakes.

Offering Some Charitable Advice

, , | Working | May 27, 2017

(While I don’t mind giving to charity, I don’t like how nowadays, callers will not identify themselves or use my first name. As a result, I tend to be very short with them.)

Caller: “Hello, [My Name]?”

Me: “Who is this?”

Caller: “I’m [Caller] with the [Charity].”

Me: “Okay, so next time, try starting with your name and organization; that’s basic phone etiquette. Also, use a title of address, such as ‘Ms.’ or ‘Miss’ and my last name. I don’t know you, so why should you greet me like a friend?” *hangs up*

Got The Cleanest Concrete In The Business

, , , , | Working | May 26, 2017

(I’m the bad employee in this situation. I work as a cashier at a home retail store, and one of the services that we offer during the summer months is a check-out till in our outdoor lumber run. Naturally, this building doesn’t get cleaned a lot, so in a few minutes of downtime, I’m wiping down the windows. A customer comes up behind me.)

Me: *seeing the customer* “Oh, hello. One moment, please.”

Customer: “Not a problem. It looks like you were on a mission there.”

(I put down my cleaning supplies, and turn to assist the customer.)

Me: “Sorry for the wait. How can I help you today?”

Customer: “I need to buy 30 bags of concrete.”

Me: “All right. We don’t have the codes at the register, so I’ve just got to walk down and scan it.”

Customer: “Not a problem.”

(I enter the quantity into the system, and then walk down to the concrete. Confidently, I reach out — and promptly spray window cleaner on the concrete. Looking down, I burst out laughing. I’d grabbed the cleaner instead of my scanner.)

Me: “Oh. I grabbed the wrong product by accident. If you’ll just give me a moment, I’ll get you rung through.”

Customer: “Don’t worry. It looks like it’s been a long day for you. Besides, it made my day.”

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