Good People Are Noticed When Bad Things Happen

, , , , , | Learning | June 2, 2017

In this school, while the pupils have lockers, these are not big enough to keep all your things in them. So the pupils put their coats on hangers in the classroom. Usually, the classrooms are supposed to get locked up during recess, but the teachers don’t always follow through with this rule.

So, one day, my daughter comes home, having an amount of money stolen from her — near to 100 €. Due to the circumstances, it is certain none of her classmates could be the thief, as they all go to another, specialised classroom while another class uses their room, as is not uncommon in German schools.

It’s all her pocket money, saved up, and while it really wasn’t the best decision to take so much money to school without any need to, it still is theft. She reports the theft to the responsible teacher. The teacher tells her to wait a few days while the class teachers will announce to the involved classes the story of the theft and their policy of “all will be forgotten if you return the money.”

But, only a day later, I find a letter in our postbox, addressed to my daughter but having no stamps nor a sender address. When she opens the letter, she finds in it the amount stolen from her and an unsigned card, saying “This is for you, even if the stolen money turns up again.”

Since she doesn’t know who gave her the money, on the next occasion, she makes a thank you speech in front of class and treats everybody, including her teacher, to a popsicle, because she’s so overwhelmed by this.

Due to some hints in the letter and the card, we’re pretty certain guessing which of her teachers gave the money.

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Needs To Map Out Videogame History

, | Related | July 24, 2015

(We’ve been talking about great April Fools things that had happened.)

Me: “Oh, and you should go to Google Maps; theirs still works. You can go to a random point on the map and play Pac-Man there!”

Mom: “What’s Pac-Man?”

Me: “Seriously?!”

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She Likes Piña Coladas, And Getting Sugar To The Brain

| Right | November 18, 2014

(I recently started bartending and learning to mix cocktails. One night a customer was unhappy with her piña colada.)

Customer: “This tastes horrible!”

Me: “I’m very sorry about that. Would it be okay if I tried the drink, to figure out what I messed up?”

(I try the drink and it tastes normal.)

Me: “Sorry, but I can’t taste the problem. I could try and make you another one, but it’ll probably taste the same. Maybe another cocktail?”

Customer: “No, I want a piña colada. What have you been putting into this?”

Me: “The usual. Ice, coconut syrup, cream, white rum, pineapple juice—”

Customer: “Why in the world would you put white rum in that?”

Me: “Because that’s the recipe? At least the one we are using here.”

Customer: “No, there’s no white rum in a piña colada. There’s piña colada in piña colada!”

(At that point I realise she’s probably used to store-bought pre-mixed drinks. I tell her that my boss will sort it out, and after talking to him, we make a drink with half the alcohol and double the syrup. Apparently that hit the spot.)

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Can’t Stand Any More

, , , , | Working | November 3, 2014

(I work as a security guard at a major museum. We are not allowed to sit down while on duty because it might make us look inattentive. I’ve just had a small surgical procedure, resulting in a very deep hole on the underside of my foot, and per doctor’s orders I shouldn’t stand for extended times. I have notified all three managers ahead of time that I can only take four-hour shifts this week, yet I have been scheduled for a nine-hour exhibition opening.)

Me: “Excuse me, [Manager], there must have been a mistake with the roster. I can’t cover such a long shift this week.”

Manager: “Oh,, but we really need you for that opening evening. It’s a big deal.”

Me: “I know and I’m sorry, but I really can’t do it. If I stand for that long, the wound on my foot could open up again and even get infected. Please find someone else.”

Manager: “But, [My Name], I really need you for this. You absolutely have to take that shift.” *pause* “You could go home early. Those events never take as long as scheduled.”

(This is true. However, in such a case only about half of the guards get to go home early.)

Me: *reluctantly* “Well, I guess if it’s really that important that I come in, I’ll do my best. But I need your promise that I will be the first to go home once you reduce the number of guards.”

Manager: “Of course. No problem.”

(At the evening of the opening, as I start my shift, I remind all managers and shift supervisors that because of my foot I need to be the first to go home. The hours tick by. I’m in severe pain and can feel my foot bleeding. Several of the remaining visitors ask me if I need help and even approach my supervisor to send me home, but nothing happens. Finally my shift ends. By now I can barely walk. As I go to put my name on the sign-out sheet I see that most guards have already signed out hours ago.)

Me: “Excuse me, [Manager]. What happened here? I was assured I could go home first because of my foot and now I see that lots of people left early while you left me to cover the full shift!”

Manager: “Oh, well, we can’t remember every detail of what’s going on with each individual employee. It’s your own fault for not reminding someone.”

Me: “What? I reminded all of you, more than once! I reminded you today!”

Manager: “Don’t make such a big deal out of nothing! Go home.”

Me: “Okay, I will. Before I do that, please cancel all my shifts for the rest of the week.”

Manager: “What? No, I can’t do that! We need you here.”

Me: “Thanks to your forgetting that I couldn’t stand for prolonged times the wound on my foot has opened again. I won’t be able to stand even for a short shift the coming days.”

(At this I take off my shoe and turn it upside down. Blood is dripping on the floor. Manager turns pale, then red.)

Manager: “How should I have known that you have a wound on your foot?! This is your own fault and I don’t appreciate the tone you’re taking with me! You’re just a guard and easily replaced! Do you think we actually need you here? You can leave now and I’ll cancel your shifts for this week. Others will be glad to have them!”

Me: “You know what? I’ve changed my mind.”

(At this she starts to look smug.)

Me: “Please cancel all of my scheduled shifts. I quit.”

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Red Light Bulb Moment

, , | Right | December 4, 2013

(I am in a recently opened restaurant. I overhear this conversation at the table next to me. At the table is a large family.)

Customer: “Has there ever been another restaurant in this building? The place looks so familiar.”

Waitress: “I do not know. The building has been vacant for many years.”

Customer: “I remember the stained glass windows and the spiral stairs. I am sure I have been here before.”

(Just then, another waiter passes the table.)

Waitress: “Do you know if there has ever been another restaurant in this place?”

Waiter: “No. Until they went out of business a few years ago this place was a brothel.”

(There was an awkward silence at the table.)

 

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