(I am a customer at a bank. I am accompanying a friend who happens to be blind. He does not wear dark glasses, so his blindness is apparent to anyone who can see his face. After making a deposit, my friend asks for his balance, and the teller requests his driver’s license as proof of identity. My friend hands her his state-issued ID card.)

Teller: “I am sorry, sir. This ID is not acceptable. I need to see your driver’s license.”

Friend: “I do not have a driver’s license. This is my state ID.”

Teller: “I have to see your driver’s license to verify your identity before I can tell you the balance on this account.”

Friend: “Miss, I do not have a driver’s license. I cannot drive. This card is equivalent to a driver’s license for identification purposes.”

Teller: “Everybody over sixteen can drive, sir. If you do not have your driver’s license, I cannot give you the balance.”

Friend: “Look at me, miss. I am blind. Do you really think I should be able to drive?”

Teller: “Why not?!”

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(I am calling my bank to let them know that I’ll be traveling abroad so they don’t shut down my card for suspected fraud.)

Employee: “…and where will you be going abroad?”

Me: “I’m going to London.”

Employee: “Oh, London. That’s cool. London is in Paris, right?”

Me: “Uh… no. London is in the UK.”

Employee: “What’s the UK?”

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(My family has taken a trip to Pittsburgh to see the museums with my nieces. Afterward, we stop at a restaurant we’ve never been to to eat. I don’t eat beef but eat other meats.)

Mom: *to the waiter* “I would like to try your chicken fried steak, please.”

Waiter: “Alright. And what about you?”

Me: “I’d like the quesadilla, but with chicken instead of beef if that’s possible.”

Waiter: “No beef?”

Me: “I’d like to exchange the beef with chicken.”

(He is noticeably shocked.)

Waiter: “But… vegetarians don’t eat any meat.”

Me: “But… I’m not a vegetarian. I just don’t like beef.”

Waiter: “How can you not like beef?! This is America!”

(The waiter was so distressed and upset by me not liking beef that he gave our table to another waitress. It was awkward!)

Me: “Hi, what can you tell me about your £10 per month Android phone deals?”

Employee: *condescendingly* “What deals? Where’d you hear about those… online or something?”

Me: “It’s on the three-foot banner in your window saying, ‘Ask about our £10 Android deals.'”

Employee: “Well, no one told me about that. I don’t even know what phones they’re on!”

(There’s an awkward silence as he looks at me like he’s expecting me to leave.)

Me: “Well, do you think you could go and find out for me?”

(Ten minutes later, after he’s asked every other employee in the shop—none of whom have a clue, either—he returns.)

Employee: “Oh, yeah, it’s on [brand of phone]. We got a memo over the weekend, but nobody ever really bothers to read those, you know!”

(I’m the only customer eating at a fast food restaurant. One of the workers comes over and stands about six feet away from my table and stares at me. He stands there for thirty seconds before I speak up.)

Me: “Yes? Did you want something?”

Worker: “No.”

Me: “Then why are you staring at me?”

Worker: “Because I like watching you eat…”