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This No Longer Fits

, , , , | Right | March 22, 2021

I work in a retail store that sells mostly clothing so, naturally, we have multiple fitting rooms. A couple of weeks ago, we closed our smallest fitting room to expand our online pickup storage area. This fitting room had three stalls and was really barely used. It also has a maintenance closet in it already, so it made the most sense to get rid of.

There is now a big door with both an electronic padlock and a sign stating that is for associates only. I go to the now-storage room to store some fixtures I had broken down and find two ladies standing outside it.

Customer: *Demanding* “Let us in!”

Me: “Ma’am, this is no longer a fitting room and is for employees only.”

This conversation goes on for a couple of minutes; they don’t understand what I mean when I say that it’s no longer a fitting room. I’m standing there trying to think how else I can word, “No, you can’t go in because it isn’t a fitting room; it has a sign and lock and it’s pretty d*** obvious.”

Eventually, it clicks.

Customer: “Well, where is the fitting room?”

Me: “The big women’s fitting room is still open in the middle of the women’s department.”

Customer: “It’s inconvenient for us to go to that fitting room!”

That is the bigger and better fitting room in the middle of the department, versus this old one which is tiny and shoved in a corner. Seriously, how else do you explain something that is labeled as “employees only”? Do you want to get into our break room and stockroom, too?

Why Do We Even Have Those Things?

, , , , | Healthy | March 22, 2021

I am the author of this story. I have another story that involves my sweet-tempered and loving son. We are at the doctor’s office. My son has a condition where the usual treatment is penicillin, which he is highly allergic to. The doctor comes in, asks some questions, and then walks out to get some medicine and a needle.

The doctor walks back in, grabs an alcohol wipe, and starts swabbing my son with it, and then she starts to edge the needle close to him. 

Son: “Um, what is that?”

Doctor: “Oh, it’s just penicillin. Nothing to worry about.”

My son pulls his arm away, and I am instantly ticked.

Me: “He can’t have penicillin! He’s allergic!”

Doctor: “Well, sorry! How was I supposed to know?”

Son: “It’s on my chart!”

Doctor: “It’s not my job to look at that!”

Me: “What the f*** is your job, then?!”

Our shouting brought another doctor into the room, and when he heard the story, he told the first doctor to wait in his office. He gave my son a different treatment option, which we took. We switched to him shortly after, and now that previous doctor glares at us every time we go there!

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What Side Of The NAR/NAW Line Does This Lean Toward?

, , , , , | Right | March 20, 2021

I have recently purchased a rather expensive Wi-Fi router from a national retailer. After setting it up and using it for a week or so, I realize that it doesn’t have the range I want, and I’ll need to exchange it for a more expensive model. I pack it back up — I have all the original packaging, it’s in excellent condition, and the cords were never even unwrapped — and place it in the trunk of my car to return. Unfortunately, life interferes; it’s nearly two weeks later that I finally make it into the store. I’m now just over thirty days from the date of purchase; their return policy is fifteen days.

Me: “Hello, I forget the exact date I purchased this, but I know I’m outside of policy. Would it be possible to just return it for store credit and get the model I need?”

The returns employee doesn’t really look at the box but is rather nice. He pulls up my information and gets a concerned look on his face.

Employee #1: “Sir, this is well outside our return policy, I’m not sure what we can do for you. I’ll have to go talk to my manager and see.”

This is a current item, in perfect packaging, and I started by asking for store credit, implying I want/intend to spend more money at the store.

Me: “Okay, that’s great. Please go check!”

The returns employee disappears into the back and is gone an extended time. When he returns, he has a very grave face on. The “manager” has determined that the store will do nothing. Period. They don’t care about the condition of the item, or that I’ve asked for store credit. I even offer to pay a restocking fee. If this was a discontinued item, or in bad shape, maybe I could understand, but this just seems ridiculous. I’m forced to leave the store with this router under my arm and no real plan on what to do next.

The next day, I check and see that there’s another of this chain’s stores about fifteen minutes off my normal route to work, about forty-five minutes from the first store. Determined to try again, I take my router into this store and go to the returns desk.

Me: “Hey, how are you? I’m just going to warn you that I’m not going to be a great customer today. I don’t have my original receipt, but it’s in your system under my phone number, and I’m well outside policy to return this item. However, I’m just trying to upgrade this to a better, more expensive model, so store credit would be fine. Can you help?”

Employee #2: “Well, once you said the first part, I was going to see if store credit was okay with you, but then you offered to take it on your own, so I think we’re good there. Let me take a look at the box… Yeah, this is in great shape. Can I look up your receipt quickly?”

There is some banter back and forth while he looks up the receipt.

Employee #2: “Yeah, this won’t be a problem. Let me call my manager up for the approval!”

I am a little disbelieving that it is this simple this time.

Me: “Wow, that’s great! I was expecting to have to beg or something. Thanks so much!”

Employee #2: “Sir, you had everything in order, have been very nice this whole time, and are asking for something completely within our power to do. I’d have to be a real jacka** to have said no!”

Yes, he said that, verbatim. It was just so perfect, I wish I could have recorded it to go back to the first store and play back to the first employee and manager that I’d dealt with. The rest of the transaction went fine, I bought the additional equipment that I needed, and I turned in a glowing review of the employee that eventually helped me out.

Slip In A Book About Irony While You’re At It

, , , , , | Right | March 20, 2021

In the library where I work, you can renew your loan as long as there is not someone else waiting for that particular book. This is so patrons won’t have to wait longer than necessary for their books. However, not all patrons understand that library services mean you have to share.

For health reasons, we are offering phone and curbside service only.

Me: “Hello, and welcome to [Library]. You’re speaking to [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Patron: “I have a few overdue loans that I want to renew; I’m not finished with them.”

Me: “All right, let’s have a look and see if I can help you with that. May I have your details, please?”

The patron gives me the information I need to look them up in the system.

Me: “Thank you! All right, I can renew [Book #1] and [Book #2] for you, but unfortunately, someone else is waiting for [Book #3], so that one needs to be returned as soon as possible.”

Patron: “Aw, can’t you make an exception? There is a health crisis going on, you know.”

Me: “Yes, I’m aware, but that is a very popular book, and a lot of people want to read it right now. I’m afraid you need to return it, but I can put a new hold on it for you as soon as it’s been returned.”

Patron: “That’s horrible service! How am I supposed to return the book, huh? You’re not even open!”

Me: “There is a slot right outside our entrance where you can return your books twenty-four-seven. If you’re in isolation and no one can help you return your books, we can arrange for a safe pickup outside your home.”

Patron: “All right, all right, I’ll get my husband to drop it off when he gets a chance, but it probably won’t be until next week. I just want you to know that this is very inconvenient for me. Anyway, while I have you on the phone, can you check if any of my holds have come in? I was expecting a book last week.”

Me: “Ah, yes. I can see that one of the books you have on hold seems to be overdue. The patron who has it checked out hasn’t returned it yet.”

Patron: “What?! Why won’t they return their books in time? I’m waiting for that book! You need to call them and make them return it immediately! My husband will be in town tomorrow; he’ll pick it up for me then!”

At this point, I had just given up on humanity in general and mumbled something halfway polite before I ended the call as soon as I could.

We Can Vouch For Your Slacking Skills!

, , , , , | Related | March 20, 2021

In order to revitalise the failing tourism industry in the wake of a certain health crisis, the Singaporean government has given every Singaporean adult $100 of vouchers that can be redeemed at most tourist attractions. I am above eighteen when the vouchers are handed out, so I get a share, as well.

Alas, the government forgot one minor issue. EVERYONE has a massive backlog of work and studies from the lockdown and quarantine, which means that no one has time to go visit tourist attractions. That’s why, several months later in February, my family’s entire supply of vouchers is still untouched.

Mom: “[My Name], you can have all of our vouchers. Go spend it all quickly.”

Me: “Huh? Why?”

Mom: “They’re about to expire really soon. It’ll be a waste if you don’t do it.”

Me: “Wait? Really? I thought they lasted until June.”

Mom: “Like I said. Really soon.”

I roll my eyes at my mom’s definition of “really soon.” It’s a common affliction among Singaporean housewives.

Me: “So why are you passing it to me instead of [Younger Brother]? My A-levels are in three months! I need to study.”

Younger Brother: “Yeah! Why are you giving him the vouchers?”

Mom: “Because [My Name] is the king of slacking off.”

Younger Brother: “No! I’m the king of slacking off! Nobody can be lazier than me!”

Me: “He’s not wrong.”

Mom: “Let me rephrase. [My Name] is the king of slacking off and is somehow still getting straight A’s. You are the king of slacking off and failing.”

That’s true. I played computer games the night before my GCSEs and still walked home with straight A’s. My oldest cousin is even better; he binged video games the week before his A-levels and somehow managed to get the single highest grades amongst the cousins.

My younger brother, on the other hand, actually has to deal with the consequences of laziness — namely, failing his exams because he didn’t study for them.

Younger Brother: “Not fair!”

Mom: “Life isn’t fair. Get double your current grades and we can renegotiate terms. In the meantime, your brother gets the vouchers.”

Me: “Thanks, but no thanks. I’m nineteen now — a legal adult. I can’t simply slack off like a kid anymore. I’m going to work hard and ace my A-levels! No more slacking off!”

Mom: “Okay, then. I’ll see if your cousins want them, instead.”

The very next day, it is announced that the international A-levels are cancelled due to the health crisis.

Me: *To my mom* “Can I have those vouchers now?”

Luckily, my cousins were facing a similar issue regarding the vouchers and were struggling to spend all of theirs, so they didn’t want ours on top of theirs. I got the money!