Christophe-Hand Bullying

, , , , , | Learning | September 4, 2017

(We are lucky enough to have an actual French woman teach us French. The only problem is that she and I clash over my name. The French equivalent of my name is Christophe. The teacher, being “authentic,” calls out my name this way when taking register. Despite me asking her to call me Chris, she refuses.)

Teacher: “Christophe.”

Me: *I just stare blankly at her refusing to answer*

Teacher: “Christophe.”

(We stare at one another as she repeats the name twice more.)

Teacher: “Okay, Christophe, if you don’t respond to your name, I will take you to the head teacher!”

Me: “I’ll respond when you say MY NAME!”

Teacher: “This is the French way of saying your name!”

Me: “That’s great; were my parents French, they would have called me that. However, they are English and they called me Christopher! You call every other student in this room by the name they have asked you to. Yet I have repeatedly asked you not to call me that, and you have refused. This is bullying, and if you want to go to the head teacher, I’ll go with you, and we can tell him how you have singled me out and refuse to call me by a name which I like and is appropriate.”

(There is a sort of stunned silence while everyone takes in what I just said.)

Teacher: “Okay, then, I’m marking you as present, but we shall discuss this after class with the head of the language department.”

(After class we both went to see the head of the language department, who took her side. When I got home later, it turned out my parents had been phoned. Thankfully, they backed me up fully saying that it was bullying and unfair to use a name I had repeatedly asked not to be called. I later got an actual apology letter from the teacher, and the remaining months of lessons with her were very pleasant – even if I only BARELY passed French.)

Gotta Give Those Brits Credit

, , , | Working | September 3, 2017

(I am visiting the UK, but am from the USA. Every single place I visit asks to see my ID, since I don’t have a signature on the back of my credit card.)

Employee: “May I please see your ID?”

Me: “It’s amazing! Everywhere I’ve been in the UK, they’ve checked my ID!”

Employee: “Well, it’s law. We have to check to see if your signature matches.”

Me: “It’s law in America, too, but that doesn’t stop every single place I’ve worked from allowing people to check out after saying they were using their boyfriend’s/mom’s/whatever’s card!”

Employee: “That’s credit card fraud!”

Me: “To an American business, that’s a sale!”

Unfiltered Story #92583

, , | Unfiltered | August 31, 2017

*I work in a small hole-in-the-wall store that specializes mostly in gimmicky gifts and knick-knacks. Most of our stock is either on the floor or stored in cupboards under the displays. We also have a tiny storage closet that we put reserved items in as well as our cleaning supplies. On this day a lady comes in and looks around at our stuff.*

Lady: Do you have any of those bobbleheads based off of *popular video game* There’s none out here!

Me: Let me check.

*I go through the cupboards under the bobbleheads and unfortunately don’t find any*

Lady: Can’t you check the back?

Me: Doubt if we have any they’ll be there, but I’ll have a look.

*Having been asked about ‘the back’ numerous times I’ve gotten into the habit of just walking into our storage closet and taking a short break since that usually appeases the customers. Sadly this lady proves to be the exception.*

Me: *after spending six or so minutes in the closet* Sorry it looks like we’re out of that one. We can certainly order one in for you though.

Lady: What? No! You weren’t gone for long enough. You can’t have checked the entire back!

Me: Ma’am I’m sorry but we’re very limited on storage space. Our back isn’t that big.

Lady: Go check again! You can’t have done it properly!

*To try and calm her down, I go into the closet again and just play on my phone for another 10 minutes (fortunately it was a slow day and she was the only one there)*

Me: I’m sorry but it really looks like we’re out right now. I can still…

Lady: NO! You came out too quickly again! You didn’t check the entire back!

Me: I promise you, ma’am, there’s not much ‘back’ to check. Seriously, see for yourself.

*I open the door to show her that the storage closet is literally maybe slightly bigger than a phone booth, with three shelves of reserved items, our broom, hoover, and cleaning stuff.*

Me: That’s all there is.

*The lady stared dumbly at the closet for a moment, then to my shock she charges inside*

Lady: It can’t be! You’ve got to have more back here! My nephew’s birthday is today! I NEED that bobblehead!

*She starts pounding on the wall, pulling on the shelves, checking (I’m guessing) for some hidden switch that’ll reveal there’s another secret area behind the closet*


Me: Lady, that’s it! Our stock is either on the floor or in one of the cupboards on the floor. There’s no other area they could be!

*The lady continues freaking out. By this point she’s in danger of pulling the shelves clean off the walls (They’re just cheap metal ones held on with screws) and having the items on them fall on her. I finally have to step in and block her from the closet*

Me: Lady, seriously, I’m going to call the police and have you removed if you start destroying the store. I swear to God, there’s no more back, there’s no other place where we keep stock.

Lady: No, you have to have another back area! You NEED to have that bobblehead!

Me: Ma’am, I understand your distress, really I do. But as we’ve confirmed, we don’t have it. I can order it for you and have it here in two daysvia express post, but there’s no way I can get you one today.

*I hate to admit it but my heart breaks as this lady looks like she’s going to break down in tears.*

Lady: But…but…I trusted you! I trusted you to have my nephew’s gift! You’ve ruined everything!!! Why won’t you show me where the real back is???

*She leaves the store in defeat, and sadly we’ve yet to see her again (seriously, I really didn’t want to upset her that much). I know customers are insistent as hell about ‘the back’ having everything they’re shopping for, but that’s the only time I’ve witnessed how deep their denial can go if you don’t have what they’re after.*

Unfiltered Story #92714

, , , | Unfiltered | August 29, 2017

(On a very rare occurrence, I found myself to be right for once! It was early Friday night in Soho, and I had ordered a falafel wrap.)

Me: Can I get some pickles in that please?

Staff: *grabs jalapeños*

Me: Okay yes, those please, but can I also get some pickles? *points*

Staff: *grabs handful of different jalapeños*

Me: *moves to stand in front of pickles and points at them*

Staff: Ohhh!

Unfiltered Story #91968

, , | Unfiltered | August 28, 2017

(I work in a warehouse based company that has customers pick items from a catalogue, most of our customers are tradesmen so they don’t mind some sarcasm)
Colleague: Hey [my name]!
(I look over)
Customer: This customer wants to know how long our screws are!
Me: Sir, how long is a piece of string?
Customer:… Yeah that was a pretty dumb question wasn’t it?

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