Pumping Mad

, , , , | Friendly | February 19, 2018

(I arrive at the petrol station to fill up my tank. There are three cars ahead of me, including two who are already at the pumps. When the cars leave, the car ahead of me moves forward, but instead of moving to the first pump so I can go to the second one, the driver stops at the second, essentially leaving the pump in front of her unoccupied and me stuck behind her unable to access it. I wave at her when she exits her car and politely ask:)

Me: “Hi, would you mind moving your car forward, so I can use this pump and you can use the other?”

Woman: “No, I won’t be long. And you can just go around the station and reverse to the first pump, if you’re in a rush.”

(She then turned her back to me and started pumping petrol. I was pretty annoyed, as she would just have needed to move her car forward a few meters so we could both pump, instead of me having to reverse, drive around the station, and then reverse again to access the first pump because of the one-way system in place. I was in no rush, but I decided to do exactly what she advised, because she obviously did not think it through. I went around the station and parked in front of her, effectively blocking her exit, and started taking my sweet time pumping. I could see her waiting for me to finish, so she could exit. Once I was done, I slowly walked toward the station to pay. There was a queue at checkout. I could see that lady through the windows, growing impatient because she couldn’t leave. In the end, she decided to awkwardly reverse and drive all around the station to be able to exit it. That may have been petty of me, but I have no regrets. Maybe next time, she’ll consider the people behind her.)

Ice Breaker

, , , , | Right | February 19, 2018

(It’s a hot Saturday, so a lot of people are coming in to buy barbecue supplies. The manager is counting up the cash, and is therefore locked in the office. I’ve been putting out crisps on the shop floor for half an hour when a customer grabs my attention.)

Customer: “Excuse me. Do you have any more bags of ice?”

Me: “I can get some from the back for you!”

(I head into the back to check, and I see my coworker as I open the freezer.)

Me: “Hey, [Coworker], have you seen where the ice is?”

Coworker: “There isn’t any. Someone came by and bought two boxes of it. We’re out until the next delivery, which is two days away.”

(I go back to the shop floor and find the customer, who’s now browsing the drinks with her friends. I’m feeling a bit apprehensive, since I said I’d be able to find some.)

Me: “I’m very sorry, but we seem to be out of ice. Apparently, someone bought it all up earlier.”

Customer: “Oh, it’s okay; that was me!”

(Why she thought we’d have more ice on the same day is anyone’s guess.)

Gives As Good As You Get

, , , , , | Working | February 19, 2018

(Aside from the regular kitchen staff, we employ a “helper” who comes in during the weekend to do basic prep and clean-up for the coming week: an elderly friend of the boss who is bored from being retired. His German is quite broken, since he’s an Iranian immigrant, and he’s a lot older than our kitchen staff. I get along with him very well, though, and we chat a lot when we work together, even if it takes a bit of effort to understand each other. Another coworker, however, doesn’t seem to like him and complains to me one day.)

Coworker: “Ugh, I really don’t want to work with Mr. [Helper] this weekend. He’s so much trouble to deal with.”

Me: “Trouble how?”

Coworker: “He never cleans anything after finishing a task; his area is always a mess! And he doesn’t even notice our dishes piling up; you’d think he could help with the dishwasher once in a while. He’s more hindrance than help!”

(I’m surprised by this, because whenever I work with him, his area is spotless, and he makes it a point to not leave until he’s cleaned up everything around him, even if his shift is long finished. He also helps out with many tasks without me asking. The next time I work with him, I decide to ask.)

Me: *jokingly* “So, Mr. [Helper], I heard from [Coworker] that you were a little troublemaker. What’s this about you not cleaning up anything nor helping out?”

Helper: “Oh, that man!” *looks around to see if anyone else can hear us* “I give him trouble, yes? He give me more! Pushing me away, never talk to me, just drop things to clean on my table, shoving things in my way so I notice. Well, I decide not to notice.” *now whispering quite sadly* “He never even say hello to me. One time he say to someone else that I am disgusting. I know not why, but now I make sure I am disgusting! For him! He treat me like dog, I will poo on his floor like dog!”

(He’d purposely given the coworker trouble for mistreating him. Everybody else treated him very kindly, so there weren’t any problems with anyone. The complaining coworker left us pretty soon after, and I never heard another bad word about our helper. In fact, he went out of his way to get everyone flowers for their birthdays and other little favours. I suppose the love you take IS equal to the love you make!)

Grains For Brains

, , , , | Right | February 19, 2018

(An older lady comes into my shop, goes straight to a small bag of grains, and buys it. No questions asked, no small-talk made. She does this every week for a few weeks, until…)

Customer: “This wild bird seed is useless! The birds don’t eat it, and now it’s starting to grow in my garden!”

Me: “Sorry, miss, but that isn’t bird seed. That’s actually a bag of mixed grains.”

Customer: “Well, how was I supposed to know?”

Me: “It is under that sign that says, ‘Mixed Grains.'”

Customer: “Well, you should have known what I wanted, anyway!”

(At this point, the customer storms out of the shop. I turn to my boss and coworker.)

Me: “Did I just get shouted at for lacking telepathy?”

Coworker: “Yeah, you did. She needs help, doesn’t she?”

Boss: “Don’t mind her. She’s always doing s*** like that.”

(I don’t know how I could be responsible for this, but the customer seemed to think so!)

Doing A Disservice To Service Dogs

, , , , , | Working | February 19, 2018

(I have a coworker whose boyfriend apparently doesn’t have anything better to do than to hang out at our store for several hours while she’s at work. This coworker also recently found out that she’s pregnant. A customer in an electric wheelchair comes in with a service dog.)

Me: “That dog is so cute! I love dogs, and I wish I could pet it; I know you’re not supposed to pet service dogs.”

Boyfriend: “Like that’s a service dog. She doesn’t need one.”

Me: “You don’t know that. She could have seizures.”

Coworker: “Or PTSD, or diabetes, or anxiety, or depression.”

Me: “Also, a lot of people in wheelchairs have service dogs to help reach things that they can’t.”

(They walk away. A few minutes later, [Coworker] comes back.)

Coworker: “Sorry about that. He’s a d*****bag. I can’t believe I bred with him. Hopefully, my kid won’t turn out like him.”

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