(I am looking for a summer job in law school and I apply to an LSAT tutoring company. They give me a Skype interview where I have to go through a practice problem as if I were teaching it to a student.)

Me: “So, do you want me to demonstrate the problem, or go through it in Socratic Method?”

(Socratic Method is where you ask the person questions so that they figure it out themselves.)

Interviewer: “Doesn’t matter to me, man.”

(I go ahead and demonstrate the problem, figuring it is a lot easier than trying to walk the interviewer through it Socratically. After I’m done, the interviewer says:)

Interviewer: “Okay, that was fine, but unfortunately we wanted you to teach it Socratically.”

Me: “Okay, but I asked you specifically at the beginning if you wanted me to, and you said I didn’t need to.”

Interviewer: “Hm… I don’t remember that.”

Me: “Well, do you want me to teach it Socratically now, then?”

Interviewer: “Meh, sure. Go ahead.”

Me: “Okay, so, starting from the beginning, what’s the first thing we need to figure out about the problem?”

Interviewer: “I don’t know.”

Me: *slightly taken aback, I go even simpler* “Okay, so, what information do we know from the problem?”

Interviewer: “I don’t know.”

Me: *getting frustrated* “Okay, starting with the first sentence, what does it tell us?”

Interviewer: “I don’t know.”

Me: “Okay, the first sentence says, ‘[Sentence],’ doesn’t it?”

Interviewer: “I don’t know.”

(The entire rest of the interview proceeded like this, with the interviewer never answering anything other than, ‘I don’t know.’ He made me basically go through the entire problem myself without making any attempt to role-play as a student, meaning that I basically just ended up demonstrating the problem all over again but much slower. I should also note that this was a tutoring position for LSAT, which means that all of the students I would have been tutoring would have at least three years of university behind them. If any of their students were as dumb as the interviewer was playing them to be, they don’t deserve to pass the LSAT.)

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(I work in a fast food restaurant. A lady comes in with an order of hotcakes. There doesn’t seem to be anything physically wrong with them. One of the seasoned managers walks up to her.)

Manager: “Is there something I can help you with?”

Woman: “Yeah, there wasn’t any butter or syrup in my bag, and these hotcakes are cold.”

Manager: “Okay, let me fix that for you.”

(The manager attempts to grab the hotcakes from the woman to fix the order, who wrenches them back and causes the platter to bend and almost break.)

Woman: “I’m sorry, but I’m from the south where we have manners.”

(The manager lets it go and goes to get the woman new hotcakes. The front counter runner and the manager both put new hotcakes, syrup, and butter on a tray for the woman who takes them with a rude-a** smile on her face. Now, this isn’t the best way to respond, but the manager has had enough of this lady’s attitude.)

Manager: “If you were really from the south, then your mama would have smacked you for not respecting your elders.”

(An older couple enters the store looking for the bottled water that was on sale this week. I grab one of the ad papers and go over it with them.)

Me: “Looks like our store brand for $2.50, or [Brand] for $3.95 this week.”

Woman: “I don’t know what he wants. It’s for my handicapped son. He can’t come inside. Can I take this paper out to him?”

Me: “Sure.”

(We get a stack of ads, probably 20 times what we go through in a week; she could easily take it home with her and I won’t miss it. She takes the ad out, and I check to make sure the water was in stock, but we are out.)

Me: *to myself* “Well, this’ll be fun.”

(She comes back in to join her husband, and they find the water section, where I am waiting for them.)

Me: “I’m sorry, but if it was the [Brand] water you were looking for, it looks like we’re out.”

Woman: “This is ridiculous. How can you be out?”

Me: “Well… our vendor hasn’t come yet to deliver—”

Woman: “You know, this happens every time we come to one of your stores. I might as well switch to somewhere else. What about the tea that’s on sale? You got that?”

Me: “Yes, we do, right over here.” *points it out*

Woman: “Well, at least you’ve got that.” *continues muttering about being out of water everywhere, while we go to the register* “And I guess it would be impossible for you to call ahead to the other store to see if they have that water before I waste a trip all the way out there, huh?”

Me: “Not at all. Just let me run back and find their number, and I’ll go ahead and give them a call for you.”

(I do that, and check the couple out at the same time. The other store doesn’t have the water in stock, either.)

Me: “I’m sorry, but it sounds like they’re out of [Brand], too.”

Woman: *really angry and annoyed sigh* “I know, it’s not your fault it’s out of stock. I’ll just have to tell my handicapped son you don’t have it. The water’s for him. I don’t drink water. That stuff will kill you.”

(I work in an auto repair shop. Just after we open at seven am, I get a call from a sweet-sounding, older lady.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Shop]. How may I help you?”

Caller: “Parts department.”

(It’s about an hour earlier than that department arrives in the office. Additionally, as we do not sell parts themselves, only order them as needed for repair jobs, our parts department only takes incoming calls from vendors.)

Me: “I’m sorry, but they’re not available. Is there something I can do for you?”

Caller: “I need a price on a part.”

Me: “Okay, no problem; however, for us to quote you a price, we would need you to come—”

Caller: *interrupting* “I can’t come in. I just want a price on a rear window.”

Me: “I apologize for the inconvenience, but—”

Caller: “It’s the rear window. You know, the glass part that goes up and down?”

(Yes, she actually explains car windows to me.)

Me: “I understand, ma’am, but as we are a repair shop, not a parts shop, we don’t just sell parts. We would need to give you a quote on the full repair work. If you’d like—”

Caller: “Let me speak to [Person].”

Me: “I’m sorry; we don’t have anyone here by that name.”

Caller: “What? Let me speak to [Person]. He works there.”

Me: “Ma’am, are you maybe trying to reach another shop or a dealership? We’re [Shop].”

Caller: “Oh. Yeah, I need a dealership.”

Me: “Ah, okay. Then—”

Caller: “Transfer me.”

(We are associated with two different dealerships dealing with two different car makes, so I can send her to one of them if needed, but only if I know what type of car she has.)

Me: “Sure thing. Which dealership are you trying to reach? Do you have a—”

Caller: “F*** you!” *hangs up*

Me: *stares at phone in shock*

(I’ve just moved to the Midwest to be closer to family. I graduated from a university in a southern state a few months prior. A couple days after I arrive, I have to go run some errands. Since most of my clothes are in the moving truck that has yet to arrive, I throw on a [University] sweatshirt, jeans, and sneakers. I’m at the grocery store when an older man walks up to me.)

Man: “Young lady!”

Me: *startled* “Yes?”

Man: “You shouldn’t wear that.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Man: “You shouldn’t wear that!“

(He gestures at my sweatshirt. I look down to check for stains or rips, thinking I may have missed something while getting dressed. I find none.)

Me: “Why?”

Man: “You are in Illinois, not the South. Show some local pride.”

(I have a slight Southern accent, which I can turn into a full-on drawl on command.)

Me: *with a smile and full drawl* “What I wear is none of y’all’s business. I’ll wear this as much as I please. Now, kindly leave me alone.”

(The man huffs and walks away, muttering about “those people.” And that was my first introduction to small Midwestern towns.)