Happens All The Time When People See The Prices Of The Textbooks

, , , , , , , , | Working | September 15, 2020

I am waiting in line at the university bookshop. I just gave blood an hour ago and, despite never having had any previous problems donating blood, and having had ample to eat and drink today, I start to feel a little woozy.

And then, I wake up on the floor.

The other customer who was in line is standing over me, while the staff member behind the desk calls out, “Are you okay?”

As I wake up a bit more, I can explain that I gave blood earlier.

The staff member finishes serving the customer, who leaves. Then, the staff member calls out to me, “You can go and sit on the stairs outside if you want to rest a bit.”

The staff member then turns away and continues their work at the desk. I am still lying on the floor, but, having never fainted in public before, and seeing that neither the staff member or the other customer seem remotely concerned, I just feel embarrassed and silly lying on the floor in a public place. As quickly as physically able, I get up, pick up my bag, leave the purchase I was going to make on a shelf, and go and sit on the stairs outside for about thirty minutes until my head stops spinning and my legs will hold me up, before I — slowly, with several stops — head home.

Once at home, I call the blood bank — they tell you to contact them if you have any adverse reactions — and the nurse on the end goes berko.

Oh, my God! Did you bang anything when you landed? How are you feeling now? I need you to see a doctor in the next twenty-four hours for a review. Don’t do any strenuous activity for the rest of the day. Drink something. Eat something. Have you got a family member or friend with you?” And so on.

I am only a young, inexperienced, not very world-wise person when this all happens, and I really don’t know what the correct reaction is when someone loses consciousness in the middle of a store, but I know that it is not to just ignore them and go about your work.

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, , , , | Friendly | September 14, 2020

I gave birth — after two days of trying naturally — via emergency cesarean. Natural just wasn’t happening, and when the fetal heartbeat started failing, I consented to surgery, of course. The baby is fine and beautiful.

Friend: “Oh, don’t feel too bad. There’s really no shame in a cesarean.”

Me: “Huh? Of course not. I’m just glad we’re both okay.”

Friend: “I am so glad you can see it that way!”

Me: “Is there some other way of seeing it?”

It turned out that her mother-in-law had stormed into the hospital after her cesarean and extensively berated her for “not being a proper woman,” “not trying hard enough,” and “being too lazy to give birth.” If this is a site for stories of people behaving badly, I can’t think of much worse behavior than attacking a young mother recovering from a difficult birth for “giving birth wrong.”

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I Would Isolate, But I NEEDED That Latte!

, , , , , | Friendly | September 13, 2020

The Internet at my house has broken, so while I’m waiting for a tech, I go to a coffee shop as I have work I need to complete. It’s not ideal but there’s no other option. I sit well away from other people by the door with a mask.

Another man is working in the same place and having a very loud phone conversation.

Loud Man: “Yeah, yeah. No, I can’t because I’m supposed to be isolating.”

Me: *Internally* “Wait, what?”

Loud Man: “Yeah, I woke up this morning feeling a bit croaky. It does make you worry. I’m probably okay; I guess it’s just a sniffle.”

I left to find a different coffee shop.

What the f***, dude? If you’re supposed to stay home, please, God, stay home.

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Don’t Cross That Bridge When You Come To It

, , , | Related | September 12, 2020

My grandfather had a series of mini-strokes which eventually made him blind in one eye and also affected the sight in the other. The doctor recommended he stop driving as his long-distance vision was affected and he had no depth perception. He had a few close misses when pulling out into traffic. My mother wanted his license to be taken away but my grandmother refused as it would upset him, but she did insist that she do the driving from then on.

One morning, Mum notices that their car is gone but my grandmother is still home.

Mum: “Did you know the car is gone? Where’s [Grandfather]?”

Grandmother: “No, he was here a few moments ago.”

A few minutes later, my grandfather drives the car back into the yard, very narrowly missing the power pole by the driveway. Mum and Grandmother rush outside.

Mum: “What are you doing driving?”

Grandfather: “I only went up to the shops.”

Mum: “You know you can’t see properly; you can’t drive.”

Grandfather: “It’s all right. I didn’t go by the main road; I went the back way.”

The next day, my grandmother gets their doctor to take away his license and she starts keeping the car keys hidden.  

A few weeks later, Grandfather’s eyesight worsens to the point that he can’t even see cars on the road. He is told that he is not to cross roads on his own. Again, my mother catches him walking back from the shops on his own.

Mum: “You know you can’t cross roads on your own.”

Grandfather: “I didn’t cross any roads.”

Mum: *Pointing to his newspaper* “The newsagency is on the other side of the main road.”

Grandfather: “I didn’t cross the main road; I walked up to the station and used the crossings.”

Mum: “You had to cross two roads to get to the shops, then cross the same one twice to get to the newsagent, and then do the same on the way back.”

Grandfather: “Those are only streets; they don’t count. I was told I couldn’t cross any roads on my own.”

They had to get the doctor to tell him he wasn’t allowed to cross any streets OR roads on his own.

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You Just Made My Dayquil!

, , , , , , | Right | September 11, 2020

I have been chatting with a regular customer about the nasty cold I got over the weekend. The customer leaves with his materials. About a half-hour later, I get a call from our security guard.

Guard: “Where are you?”

Me: “In the warehouse.”

Guard: “Stay there; [Customer] is on his way over.”

Customer: “I felt bad that you were sick so I stopped at the store.”

He handed me a bottle of Dayquil. If all my customers were like that, I might actually enjoy my job!

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