I work in a hospital. One day, we had a woman come in screaming blatantly racist things to our black coworkers.

Woman: “You all belong on the back of the bus! You should go back to Detroit where you belong, [slurs]!”

No one had provoked her; she was just mad when we told her we had to call the doctor for her to put her orders into the system.

Security CASUALLY walked her out as the lady screamed:

Woman: “I’m going to watch you and run you over with my truck when you leave!”

She drove her black truck back and forth for HOURS in front of the hospital. She even got close to the front door and windows with it, driving up on the curb and sidewalk. Security wouldn’t do anything.

Finally, she took off, but security refused to do much about it. They threatened her with, “We’ll call the cops,” but they’d never do that.

I’m working from home today in an all-day meeting. I decide to order some food using a popular food delivery service. The food seems to take forever to arrive, and when it finally does, it’s stone cold.

I complain.

Customer Service: “Our driver got lost. We’re so sorry! He’s new.”

I was about to chalk it down to bad luck and forget about it. Then, I checked the video doorbell.

I watched the delivery guy sit there with my food next to him. He parked outside my house, had his own lunch, had a smoke, and then finally brought me my cold food.

I demanded a full refund, got it, and then used a competing service from then on.

It’s amazing how many people don’t know their own addresses, and I didn’t realize just how bad it was until I started working in a job where I have to ship boxes every day.

Basically, I work in a custom book-making shop, and then we ship the books to whoever ordered them. So many people get their addresses wrong. So. Many.

But my favorite to date was this one order we got that wanted us to ship their books to “home”.

This morning, I leave for work ten minutes early so I can swing through the drive-thru of the pharmacy on the way and pick up my allergy medicine. The medicine I’m picking up does not require a prescription, but my doctor actually did a prescription anyway so that my insurance would pay for it. I got a text message last night that my prescription was ready.

I pull into the empty drive-thru and pull up to the window, and no one comes to help me. I press the call button, a voice says that they will be with me shortly, and no one comes to help me.

I wait five minutes and press the call button again, and no one comes to help me, or even answers this time.

I wait another five minutes, give up, and try to phone the store, and an employee finally comes to help me. I give her my name, birth date, and address so she can confirm my identity, and she scans my prescription, staples a receipt to it without telling me how much it is or asking whether I want to use the card on file, and sets it on the counter inside the window where I have no way of reaching it.

Employee: “The pharmacist will come give this to you.”

And she vanished before I could say anything.

I waited another seven minutes for the pharmacist to hand me the prescription that was already paid for, and, remember, did not actually require a prescription to purchase. I could see about half of the inside pharmacy counter from the drive-thru window, as well as most of the pharmacy waiting area, and there was exactly one other pharmacy customer.

Eventually, the pharmacist came to give me my medication, did not do anything that actually merits waiting for a pharmacist, and offered no explanation for the wait other than that he was on the phone with a doctor, which doesn’t explain why I had to wait for him in the first place.

As I had wasted an additional fifteen minutes on what should have been a two-minute stop, I was barely on time to work and had to rush to get myself clocked in and start working.

I was in a store looking at makeup, and some poor confused man stood there looking, too, for a while. Eventually, he turned to me.

Man: “What the heck is foundation, and where can I find it?”

I pointed him in the right direction.

Man: “Screw it.”

He just grabbed a random one. I’m sure his wife or girlfriend probably wasn’t happy with his choice. He didn’t even look at the different shades.