A Spotify Of Bother Understanding

, , , | Right | November 17, 2020

I am a sales representative at a popular electronics store. An old couple approaches my department and brings their items to my desk to check out. I am not a checkout, as I work in the mobile phone department. I take their items and notice some vinyls from some popular artists.

Me: “I love this album!”

Old Man: “Yeah, nothing sounds as good as records. I don’t understand people these days paying for music.” *Referring to streaming sites*

Me: “I agree that the sound is amazing, but I think people pay for music for the accessibility. I personally use [Streaming Service], and for $10 a month, I can listen to just about anything, anywhere.”

Old Man: *Not liking my response* “Ugh, well, what about Netflix? There have been millions of movies made, and I see the same d*** things on Netflix all the time!”

Me: “I wish Netflix could show all the movies ever made; that would be amazing. I just don’t think they could afford it.”

I also explain the algorithm, how they show things you’d like based on what you’ve watched. Part of me wants to ask if he’s looking at his “recently watched” list, but I feel it would be condescending.

Old Man: “I’ll just never understand!”

Or you don’t want to?

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Many People Are Blind To What Jerks They Are

, , , , | Friendly | November 16, 2020

I’m on my way to take the subway, and I see a blind young man playing the violin in the station. He’s pretty good, so I stop to listen. Every now and then, he will stop — sometimes even in the middle of a piece — and attempts to speak to his audience.

Me: “That was nice!”

Violinist: *Turning eagerly to me* “Did you like it?”

Me: “Yes, I love Vivaldi’s Four Seasons.”

Violinist: “I learned it all myself! I can’t go for lessons, so I taught myself. Did you like it?”

I realise that he’s eager for someone who will appreciate his playing, as though to reassure himself that he’s good enough despite not having taken formal lessons. I give him a few encouraging words, and he is so excited he starts talking for several minutes about how hard he’s worked and the difficulties of learning the violin when he couldn’t see.

We’re suddenly interrupted by a woman who’s been standing nearby for about half the time.

Woman: “Are you going to talk to him all day? I want to hear him playing.”

I stare at her, speechless. She stares back.

Woman: “Well, are you going to talk to him all day? Let him play. I want to hear something.”

I don’t want to say anything while the violinist can hear, but I am so mad at her attitude. The violinist declares that he will play something else and launches into another piece. The woman stands listening for the next ten minutes. After her personal concert is over, she walks off without a word to the violinist and without even giving him a single cent.

Violinist: “Is she gone?”

Me: “Yes, she is.”

Violinist: “You see? They don’t think of me as a person because I’m blind. They just want me to play music for them.” 

He was so grateful to me for stopping to just talk to him. I gave him a few dollars and stayed to listen until the nearby mall was closing and he couldn’t stay. I helped him to hold his violin and fold up the chair he was sitting on, carried them to the bus terminal, and helped him on board when the bus came. After that, whenever I saw him at the subway station, I would stop to talk to him.


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Shut Up And Dance With Me

, , , , | Friendly | November 9, 2020

One of my older cousins gets married when I’m about eleven years old. At the reception, I want to go on the dance floor but need a partner for the song that’s playing, so I seek out a boy who looks my age, even though I’ve never met him before.

Me: “Hey, do you wanna dance?”

Boy: “No.”

While I’m initially disappointed, one of the men on the groom’s side of the family saw the rejection and offers to dance with me, instead.

I get tired a few dances later and come off the dance floor. The boy comes up to me again.

Boy: “Hey, uh, do you have a crush on me?”

Me: “No. I just wanted to dance.”

Boy: “Oh.”

Take note: if someone asks you to dance, maybe they just want to dance!


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Jump Back!

, , , , , | Friendly | November 9, 2020

I’m not sharing this to make fun of any teenagers; I’m sharing it to comment on how old I felt when this happened.

I volunteer as a Sunday School teacher, and one day, I am chatting with some of the teenage helpers. We are discussing music.

Teen: “I love that song, ‘Footloose.’”

Me: “Me, too. It’s one of my favourite movies. Although, I haven’t seen the remake, and I don’t plan to.”

Teen: “It’s from a movie?!”

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You Are Band From Coming Back

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: NJdeathproof | November 1, 2020

‘Rock Band 3’ for X-Box 360 has only been out for a year or so. As the owner of a computer store, I’m pretty friendly with many other business owners in town. One owns a favorite restaurant of mine a block away. They have a large room for parties/spillover when busy/etc. We came up with the idea of doing a “Rock Band” night. I have the Xbox and she offered to get the game and full musical instrument set as she could give it to her son after we used it. I also offered to host, as I had played it before.

We get set up and everything is going great. Some people sing or play instruments, they submit songs and actually wait turns to make sure everyone gets a go. Some folks just sit and watch, enjoying drinks and food.

Then a mom shows up with her kid, who looks to be about twelve or thirteen years old. Both are carrying acoustic guitars.

I greet them and point out the waiting list for RB3 songs and encourage them to grab something to eat or drink while they waited their turn. She immediately gets snarky with me.

Mother: “Well we need to know when we can play.”

Me: “The list is right there. Just choose what song you want to play and which instruments you want to use.”

Mother: “Well we brought our own! We don’t need to use those electric instruments!”

Me: “Oh, I don’t think you understand. We’re playing Rock Band 3. On an Xbox. Those aren’t real instruments.”

I’ve had people ask about that before, when I was playing the guitar at my shop; they didn’t seem to realize it was a game controller.

Mother: “No! I got the email saying we could play!”

Me: “Right… you can play on the Xbox. We’re not doing anything with real instruments. But the owner is right there; maybe you can suggest an open mic night?”

Mother: “NO! THE EMAIL SAID WE CAN PLAY OUR INSTRUMENTS!”

The whole time her kid looks mortified, but never says a word. Finally, the owner notices this woman arguing with me and comes over. She’s a great lady but tolerates absolutely no bull-s***.

Owner: “What’s up?”

Mother: “The email you sent said we can play our own instruments!”

Owner: “No, it didn’t. I sent that email out myself. It clearly says it’s Rock Band for the Xbox. You’re welcome to stay and join in the fun.”

The owner turns to the kid.

Owner: “Would you like to try playing a song?”

The kid’s face lights up, but you can guess what happens next.

Mother: “We’re leaving!”

She escorts the kid out the door.

Me: “You ever see her before?”

Owner: “I don’t think so but she must have eaten here at some point since she’s on our email list.”

I later checked the email from the restaurant and yeah: clear as day it said we’d be playing ‘Rock Band 3’ on the Xbox 360. There was no indication it was open mic night or that people should bring their own instruments. The mother just didn’t want to admit she was wrong. Just felt bad for the kid because he definitely looked like he wanted to join in the fun.

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