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²H-OMG!

, , , , | Right | September 3, 2026

Customer: “Get me a soda, but I want ice that doesn’t float.”

Me: “I can fill the cup with ice so that the ice touches the bottom, but all ice floats in water.”

Customer: “Y’all got some of that heavy water? Make ice from that.”

Me: “Heavy water?”

Customer: “Deuterium!’

Me: “Okay, so you understand the concept of deuterium and heavy ice, but don’t understand that it wouldn’t be freely accessible in a Taco Bell?”

Customer: “Ugh, this place is so cheap!” *Leaves.*

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Puff Justice

, , , , | Working | September 2, 2026

Like many others, my first job after high school was in fast food, and like many others, a lot of my coworkers were smokers. I was not.

The place I worked at was a franchise. The franchise owner’s daughter and son-in-law often “worked” with us so they could justify not hiring as many people as we really needed. Still, they never did much actual work beyond trying to micro-manage and/or get out of paying us however they could, mostly by being very annoying about breaks.

For example, we only got one fifteen-minute break once per shift, and they decided at one point they were no longer going to pay us for that fifteen minute break… until I showed them the state law saying breaks shorter than thirty minutes must be paid and told them that if I wasn’t being paid, I’d be taking thirty minutes every shift and advising my coworkers to do the same.

They opted to keep paying us for our fifteen-minute breaks. They didn’t like me very much after that, but I worked as close to full-time hours as they allowed, never called out, and they weren’t willing to risk me filing for unemployment, so they never fired me.

But they were also smokers, so they had absolutely no problem whatsoever with people taking smoke breaks basically whenever they wanted.

Luckily, the person who actually had the manager title was fairer, so she made sure people only went to smoke one at a time and never during a rush. But still, it just didn’t sit right with me that the smokers got to take extra five- or ten-minute breaks multiple times per shift and the few of us who didn’t smoke only got our one official fifteen-minute break.

At the time, e-cigarettes and vapes were brand new, not yet used at all in my very rural small town, and not widely advertised yet. So when I bought one, none of my coworkers (or the owner’s family) had any idea that this little cigarette-shaped device I started waving in the air when I took my turn for a smoke break actually tasted like vanilla and had absolutely no nicotine in it at all.

I think my manager might have suspected, because she poked her head out once and reminded me that if I was taking a smoke break, I had to actually be smoking, then gave me what an author might describe as a knowing smirk when I sucked on my little glowing stick. But she never said anything else, so I don’t know if she actually knew or if she just thought my over-the-top adoption of the habit was funny, could go either way.

Since I was now also benefiting from the lax smoke break rules, they changed almost immediately. The attempt to say “no smoke breaks at all” was very poorly received (I think at least one person threatened to quit) so it was instead changed to only two smoke breaks per shift, no longer than five minutes each.

I continued taking advantage of those smoke breaks until I quit, enjoying the chance to sit down almost as much as the glares from the owner’s family, and once I left I never used that little e-cigarette again.

So the moral of the story: vapes with no nicotine in them still exist. If you can’t beat ’em, “join” ’em.

One Racist To Go… Away

, , , , , | Right | September 1, 2026

I work in a takeaway (takeout). A family (mum and dad, two kids) is looking at the menu and discussing among themselves what to order in an Eastern European language.

Another customer is looking at them with anger.

Customer: “F****** immigrants! Go back to your own country if you can’t speak the f****** language!”

Eastern European Dad: “We can speak whatever language we like! And don’t swear in front of my children!”

Customer: “You lot should have been left to drown instead of being allowed to come over here on the boats!”

I’ve had enough.

Me: “Oi! Mate! You’re complaining about immigrants talking in their native language, while ordering Chinese food, from me, a child of Chinese immigrants, at a Chinese takeaway.”

Customer: “Yeah, well… it’s alright if I need my sweet and sour chicken and egg fried rice.”

Me: “Yeah, well, sorry, we’re not selling to you. We don’t sell immigrant food to racists.”

Customer: “I’m not racist!”

Me: “Go get some fish and chips and f*** off!”

Customer: “F*** you! You’re all gonna get f****** deported one day!”

He storms out, and the dad from the Eastern European family smiles at me.

Eastern European Dad: “Thank you, you didn’t have to do that.”

Me: “We both know I did.”

Eastern European Dad: “Let me know if he comes back and makes trouble.”

Me: “Nah, I’ve seen him around town my whole life. He’s all mouth and no trousers.”

Eastern European Dad: “Well, thank you. We will order a lot now.”

They ordered ten dishes! I’m not sure if they were really hungry or just trying to support a business that stood up for them, but you bet your bum they got some oversized portions and tons of free prawn crackers!

The Mouth Runneth Over More Than The Cup

, , , , , | Right | September 1, 2026

I’m handing a customer their tray of food: the burger, fries, and a soda.

Customer: “This drink is filled too much! I’m gonna spill it if I carry it to my table!”

Me: “Oh, well you could—”

Customer: “This happens to me all the time! You people never do anything right! Just because you all come from hot countries where you can carry all your s*** on your heads as you cross the river to your straw huts or whatever, don’t assume we can do that s***!”

Yes, this White customer was shouting this stuff to the worker and I, who are mostly Black and Asian.

I pick up his drink and take a loud gulp.

Me: “Problem solved.”

This customer went into such a rage that he threw his food at me (not the drink, I was still holding it), said a lot of racist language, and stormed out. The manager banned him, after she was able to stop laughing.

A Beautiful Teachable Moment

, , , , , , , | Working | September 1, 2026

As I was driving home, my wife (who works at home) texted that she had a migraine headache and didn’t feel like cooking or going out to eat. She asked if I could stop at a restaurant and pick something up. I suggested a premium burger place, so I headed straight there.

At the counter, I ordered her sandwich and mine. As the clerk entered the order, she asked:

Clerk: “Military or first-responder discount?”

Me: “Sorry, no.”

I held up my school badge.

Me: “How about for teachers?”

Clerk: “Works for me!”

She then gives me a 15% discount on my order. It’s nice to be appreciated!