Making A Lot Of Fake Noise

, , , , , , | Legal | December 28, 2018

One of my neighbors bought a large truck a couple of months ago and apparently decided that three in the morning was a reasonable time to work on it, revving it up and leaving it idling, often waking up several of the neighbors in the process. He never drove it anywhere at that point; he just went out, turned it on, and made a bunch of noise. This led to a few of us going over to ask him to refrain. He blew us off, and we ended up submitting noise complaints to the city about him, as he was disturbing our sleep.

This led to him spamming the noise complaint website with dozens of complaints about every house on the block in retaliation, all of them bogus. He made complaints about dogs barking at houses that didn’t have dogs, or people playing instruments late at night. The police ended up coming out several times to investigate, and the complaints were proven to be false each time.

The last time I saw my neighbor he was being put into a police car after having a screaming match with the police on his front lawn.

The Need For Dash-Cams And Knowledge Of The Law

, , , | Legal | December 27, 2018

(We are camped at a state park. We have been out for the day, including a party at the home of some friends. I had a couple drinks much earlier in the evening, and by the time this happens, I am stone-cold sober. I’m a former EMT. I never drive with the slightest amount of alcohol in my system! As we enter the campground and approach the registration booth, I see another vehicle approaching on another road. I stop immediately, as does the driver of the other car. We both sit there for a couple minutes, and I proceed to the booth. The other car comes up behind me; it is a park cop, and he puts on his emergency lights. He and his partner approach my car, one on each side. This is the weekend after Labor Day, the beginning of the slow season in this park.)

Cop: “You almost ran into the side of me.”

(That’s not true in the slightest; we’d never been closer together than ten inches or so.)

Me: “I’m sorry, officer.”

Cop: “You had a stop bar there.”

Me: “A what?”

Cop: *points to the white line painted on the road* “That’s the same as a stop sign.”

Me: “I didn’t know that. I’m very sorry, officer.”

(I am pretty sure that the white line isn’t the same thing as a stop sign, but I’m not stupid. I don’t want any trouble from this guy.)

Cop: “Well, be careful.” *leaves*

(I have since checked with a couple cops I know. That white line isn’t the equivalent of a stop sign. The cops I spoke with agreed with me, that the park cops were bored and were hoping to get a DUI arrest so they’d have something to do. While I was pretty peeved at his lying to me and his inappropriate actions, I did what I needed to do to avoid any trouble.)

This Sale Is Trash

, , , , | Right | December 26, 2018

(I’m a manager at a chain children’s clothing store. People are always scamming, and always awful, but it’s especially horrible around Christmas and during the post-Christmas return rush. The day after Christmas, we have to change literally every single piece of marketing in the store. Since EVERYTHING is always on sale, or on some promotion, this means hundreds and hundreds of sign changes. This time I throw away all of the old marketing instead of putting it in the back. About an hour after I changed the signs on a table, I see a woman reach behind the counter and pull a 40% off sign out of the trash can. I have other work to do, so I ignore her; I don’t care at all that she wants some garbage, but I have a feeling it’s going to matter later. She walks off to go browse. Twenty minutes later, I hear one of my coworkers having trouble with a customer at the register, so I walk over, and it’s the trash woman:)

Customer: “The sign on the table said 40% off.”

Associate: “Okay, well, we can go look and see. We are in the middle of a price change, so maybe we missed something.”

(The table in question has eight giant, red signs for 25% off. Nearly everything in the store is 25% off. There is absolutely no mistaking the sale.)

Customer: “See! This 40% sign is RIGHT HERE!” *pointing to the sign she has presumably set on top of a pile of clothes* “This should be 40% off.”

Associate: *unaware of the woman’s trash grabbing* “Ma’am, I see that the sign is on the table, but sometimes people just set them down; maybe another customer picked it up off the floor. But you can see that there are a lot of other signs on the table, and if that sign was in a sign holder I could give it to you for that price, but since it’s the only one and we clearly didn’t put it there, I can’t change the price for you.”

Customer: *now starting to yell and interrupt* “But the sign said 40% off, and I want 40% off!”

(This all happens as I’m walking over to help my coworker. As I walk up the woman asks to speak to a manager. I’ve had enough of people, and I probably shouldn’t do this, but oh, well.)

Me: “Ma’am, I’m the manager. What can I help you with?”

Customer: “The sign said 40% off, and she won’t give it to me for that price!”

Me: “Ma’am, I saw you take the sign out of the trash. It’s no longer valid marketing, and we will absolutely not honor that price, as I changed the sign myself before you came in today.”

Customer: “But—“

Me: “We have you on camera reaching behind the counter and taking the sign out of the trash, as well as you placing the sign on the table. I can give you the number for customer service if you have any more questions, but everything on this table is 25% off.”

(She bought everything she had originally intended to purchase, but she made sure to let the person she was with know that she thought we were no-good, piece of s*** scammers.  It truly all is on camera. I checked later.)

When The Cat’s Away, The Liars Come Out To Play

, , , , | Legal | December 26, 2018

During a recent wildfire, a group I volunteer with is tasked with sheltering over 1,000 animals whose owners have been evacuated from the fire zone, as well as a couple hundred animals who have been brought into the shelter by fire, police, and other emergency workers. We immediately try to match those lost animals with their humans and reunite the extended family.

For about every hundred people looking for their lost pet, we match one very happy family. A mother and daughter couple come to the shelter looking for their lost cat. We start with a picture and try to match with an animal in the shelter to avoid crowds in the building.

English is the mother’s second language, and she is having some difficulty explaining the color and breed of her missing cat. After a couple of minutes, the mother and daughter start speaking an Asian dialect I can sort of understand, but can not speak. The daughter, upset that her mother dragged her down to the shelter to find her missing cat tells her mother, “Just find a picture of a cat you like and I will tell them it is yours.”

Nope, time to let them speak to someone with a badge.

Wants Post Christmas Prices Pre Christmas

, , , , , | Right | December 25, 2018

(My first job is at a greeting card store famous, in part, for its yearly Christmas ornament collection. Not all the ornaments are expensive — the cheapest ones are about $10 at the time — but some of the larger, more elaborate ones or special editions can certainly get up there in price. One year at Christmas time, a man comes up to my register with several items, including two moderately-priced ornaments. After I ring his items up and I give him his total, he gets a sour look on his face.)

Customer: “Why is it so much?”

(I go back through his several items with him by price, including the ornaments.)

Me: “…and the ornaments for [price] and [price].”

Customer: “Don’t you have some kind of sale on them?”

Me: “I’m sorry, no. The ornaments don’t go on sale until after the holidays. Their prices are set for the season.”

Customer: “This is bulls***. They weren’t this much last year.”

(I’m unsure what he wants me to say; I can’t change the price.)

Me: “Well, the prices can change from year to year. Do you want me to take them off?”

Customer: “No. I’ll get them.” *takes his debit card out* “This is bulls***.”

(I ring him through in silence and he leaves. My assistant manager, having seen the tension from across the store, asks me about it. I relay the story and she tells me to shrug it off; he’s wrong, and he’s gone now. Hardly an hour later, the same customer comes back into the store and waits in line. Wouldn’t you know it, he comes to my register again. He takes the ornaments out of his bag and sets them on the counter.)

Customer: “I want to return these. I found them for a lower price somewhere else.”

Me: “Sure.”

(I process the transaction, and he leaves. My assistant manager comes up to me again and asks what happened.)

Me: “He returned them. Said he found them cheaper somewhere else.”

Assistant Manager: “Well, that’s interesting, because nobody else is licensed to sell them, and the company sets the price.”

(She walked away laughing. Guess he thought he’d one-upped us by thinking we’d missed out on a sale. I wish customers like him realized we really couldn’t care less, and certainly don’t take it personally, if they return things!)

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