My husband and I had a hard year a while back. We lost our house in a flood and then had a car wreck ten days later. The wreck almost killed my husband. He had multiple surgeries and blood transfusions and stayed in a hospital for months.

When my husband finally got out of the hospital and got his wound vac taken off, he was able to drive again as long as his arm was wrapped up.

The new car we had purchased ended up with a broken window after a few months, so we went to the dealership to try and price the window replacement.

A car salesman saw my husband’s arm wrapped up and asked us our story. Once he heard everything, he offered my husband a deal: come to his church that Sunday with him and he would pay for the window replacement. My husband tried to say no. but the man insisted. claiming he was doing God’s work.

That Sunday, we got our baby ready and headed to the church. When the man saw us, he wasn’t happy. He spoke with my husband and wrote down some stuff on a slip of paper.

He told us to bring the car to the dealership the next Tuesday and he would make sure our car would be fixed. That Tuesday, we did as he said and took the car to the dealership.

Once we got there, the dealership informed us that the man had quit just the day before. They didn’t know why and they couldn’t help us.

So much for doing the Lord’s work, I guess.

I started working at a supermarket when I was sixteen. A woman comes up to me holding a selection of pregnancy tests.

Customer: “Could you let me know which of these is the best?”

Me: “Well, I can help read some of the descriptions on the packaging, but—”

Customer: “No, I wanted your personal opinion.”

Me: “I have no experience with them myself.”

Customer: “But you’re selling them! You should be testing them!”

She stormed off whilst muttering about the poor customer service and lack of knowledge.

My client is a recent stroke victim. I am asking them for the third time:

Me: “Are you absolutely sure this is the correct password?”

Client: “Oops, sorry, I left out a W. It’s hard to drive and text with only one good arm.”

I have a medical condition that sometimes causes sudden episodes of hoarseness. It does not respond to water, but sometimes it responds to extreme throat-clearing. I work in a vet’s office and I am calling customers to confirm tomorrow’s appointments. This client’s answering machine picks up.

Me: “Hi, this is [My Name] with—”

Cue the most severe episode of hoarseness I’ve had in years. After using up a lot of voicemail time trying to clear my throat, I manage to force out the rest of my message in a voice that sounds like a bad case of laryngitis.

Me: “I’m so sorry, this is an awful message, but I have [Condition] and it hit really suddenly. I’m just calling to confirm [Pet] for 8:00 tomorrow.”

The next morning, the client came in laughing and told me they were glad my voice had recovered.

Around sixteen years ago, I was fairly fresh out of university, and I found work in one of the smaller stores under a large national supermarket chain in the UK.

I am a bit on the heavier side and around 5’8” in height. [Manager] was your typical a**hole, he was power-hungry, and he thought himself a bit of the big cheese/alpha dog.

I was working to an 11:30 pm finish; the store closed at 10:30 pm. After doing typical things like making sure the store was tidy, doors were locked, etc., [Manager], the security guy, and I left through the back door.

Leaving via the back door led to a small staff car park with a gate you had to open to get out. It’s also where we got some deliveries. There was a wall to the left where a couple of small red Biffa bins (dumpsters) sat. One was for general waste, other was for cardboard.

As we left the shop, we had some cardboard the manager wanted to dispose of in one of these bins. We went over and put them in.

Manager: “Hey, [My Name], you’re a big bloke. Can you get in the skip and push down some of that cardboard so we can get some more in?”

Not wanting to let him down and being a bit of a pushover, I said:

Me: “Sure thing, boss!”

I used a ledge to climb up, got in the bin, and started using my weight to crush down some cardboard…

…and then fade to black.

Indistinct Voice #1: “…hello? You okay?”

Indistinct Voice #2: “…he’s coming around!”

It started to dawn on me that they were speaking to me as I was coming to.

Me: “What happened? Where am I?”

Security Guard: “You okay? You gave us a fright! You fell out the skip, and as you fell forward, you hit your head against the wall, and then you landed on the ledge, knocking yourself out!”

After a couple of minutes of making sure that I could move my legs and arms and walk okay, [Manager] drove [Security Guard] and me up to the local A&E (Accident & Emergency Department) to get checked out.

They used some cleaning solution on the cut on my head, which was not deep, and I got home shortly after.

Luckily, I had a few days off on holiday after that day, which was handy. I did not really suffer from any concussion or other issues thankfully, apart from a stiff neck.

When I returned to work, I was taken to the store manager’s office. My side of the story was asked and CCTV footage was looked at.

After their week-long investigation into the incident, [Manager] was fired, which was great as he was a grade-one a**hole, and I have more stories about him!

Long story short, if you’re going to be skip-diving, wear a harness and/or helmet, m’kay?