Their Brain Is Fried From All That Reading

, , , | Healthy | February 15, 2020

(I have a health issue which means I have to stay for a few months at a medical facility specialized for this problem. As it is not a hospital, meals are not served in the patient rooms but in a communal space. It works like a standard cafeteria, where most of the food is easy to see, but fries and some others are made at a different station a bit removed from the counter — but still very easy to see. On top of that, there are multiple menus, including on the counter, spelling out what dishes are available on any given day. This is an example of a conversation I’ve had multiple times.)

Other Patient: *seeing my plate* “How did you get fries?!”

Me: “I just asked for them.”

Other Patient: “But how was I supposed to know they had fries? It’s not very clear. Are there fries every day?”

Me: “No, only on the days where it’s on the menu.”

Other Patient: “And how do you know what’s on the menu?”

(I point to the menu right above the counter, written in big enough letters to be read from afar.)

Other Patient: *absolutely serious* “Well, if I have to read…”

Me: *facepalm*

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Unable To Digest That Women Have Other Parts

, , , , | Healthy | February 5, 2020

(My aunt wakes up one day with very bad stomach pain and gas. My uncle goes to the pharmacy for her and has this conversation with the pharmacist at the counter.)

Uncle: “My wife has stomach pain; what kind of medicine should she take?”

Pharmacist: *in a nonchalant tone* “It must be period cramps. Don’t worry.”

Uncle: “My wife who’s menopaused for two years? I don’t think so.”

Pharmacist: “Then it’s her menopause. Again, no worries.”

Uncle: “I didn’t know menopause could cause stomach pain.”

Pharmacist: *now with a more pedantic tone* “Well, you see, it’s not her stomach. Don’t worry about it.”

(By now my uncle is getting a little pissed off by the pharmacist’s insistence, so he puts his hands on the counter and speaks slowly.)

Uncle: “Listen here. My wife wakes up with stomach pain. The upper part of her belly is swollen; that’s where the stomach is. And she has gas coming from her digestive system, where the stomach is connected. Can I have a medicine for that or not?”

(The pharmacist went to his manager, who found the correct medicine in one minute. We don’t know why he was so insistent with his false diagnosis.)

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It’s Getting Harder To Get Into The Stores Every Black Friday

, , , , | Working | January 25, 2020

(In France, even though we don’t celebrate Thanksgiving, we have had Black Friday for a few years. My sister sees that a new coffee maker is on promotion and goes with a friend to buy it because the old one no longer works. She meets anti-Black-Friday demonstrators at the entrance.)

Demonstrator #1: “Don’t go in there!”

Sister: “I need a coffee maker!”

Demonstrator #2: “You are contributing to consumer society!”

Sister: “No, but I need my coffee in the morning!”

(She tries to get into the appliance store but three demonstrators block her.)

Demonstrator #3: “But you can see the conditions of the cashiers in the store! It’s low-wage work!”

Sister: “I know. I’m a cashier, too. We also have Black Friday and yes, it’s a low-wage job; that’s why I buy my household appliances when they’re on sale!”

(The demonstrators finally let him in. Being against consumer society is your right, and wanting to defend the low-wage worker is also good, but do not prevent the low-wage worker from buying when they can buy cheaper!)

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Unfiltered Story #182293

, | Unfiltered | January 16, 2020

(Here, when supermarkets are open on Sunday morning, it tends to be with a skeleton staff. It should also be noted that I know how the self-checkouts at the place work quite well. One of their aspects is that if the scale doesn’t recognize the item you just put down on it as the one you scanned, there are two very conspicuous changes on the screen: 1) The instructions change to “control problem, are you sure you put down the righ item?” 2) The big tactile button that allows one to proceed to paying for the items vanishes. This can only be resolved by an override from a station common to six check-out machines, and it’s a common problem so I have gotten used to just waiting it out. That morning, I have only two items and the line to the self-checkouts is long even by Sunday standards. I get the problem described above with my first item, but chalk it up to bad luck. The employee manning the station overrides, then probably goes off to help other people. I get the same problem with my second item.)
Me: Wow, if this happens with each item, no wonder the line is so long.
Cutomer behind me: What is happening?
Me: Got the “control problem” thing with two items in a row. Just waiting for help on the second.
Cutomer behind me: *Look at the items listed on my screen, then those on my scale that are quit obviously the same* Everything looks right to me. Why don’t you just pay?
Me:*Points at control station, that is empty at that moment* I really can’t do it until the person over there overrides it.
Customer: All you have to do is hit the pay button on the screen. (Pay button that is *not* on the screen at the moment)
(I try to explain again, setting my mind on having him understand in case he runs into the problem also. In the middle of that second attempt, I notice the employee returning and the override kicking in soon after, enabling me to process payment. I admit I become part of the problem as continue to try explaining while processing the payment (telling if have a loyalty card or not, then choosing my means of payment), while he instructs me how to do things as if I didn’t know how the machine works.)
Me:*at little irritated at that point* I know how these work, I just really could not pay until the employee resolved the problem.
(On the way back, I noticed a mother I know on the way to the supermarket with her two children and advised her to avoid the self-checkout in case there was a problem with it.)

Strangling Some Manners From You

, , , , , | Working | January 7, 2020

(I am just a regular customer waiting for checkout in a well-known French hypermarket. A young lady with two young kids at the cashier has just finished packing her stuff and moved to the side, so I can proceed to checkout. One of her kids starts crying. That’s nothing extraordinary — it happens, right? The real problem here is the cashier, too busy talking with her coworkers to do her job correctly. She says the following about the kid:)

Cashier: “Oh, God, can’t we do something about it? I don’t know, like… strangle him?!”

(I honestly can’t believe what I just heard, so I give her the “Did you just seriously…” kind of look, which makes her realize that something is actually wrong. Checkout is complete, so I pack my stuff, take my change — forcing myself not to give a sarcastic “have a nice day” to this disrespectful cashier — and just leave. On my way out, the cashier has the nerve to yell at me:)

Cashier: “Nobody taught you to say, ‘Thank you.’?!”

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