Exams That Pull An All-Nighter

, , , , , | Learning | September 28, 2019

This was some years ago. I was taking the AP exam toward the end of the day, when the fire alarm for the school went off. Who schedules a fire drill during college entrance exams? At any rate, we had to leave the building. It took so long to end the drill that by the time we got back, the amount of time allotted for the test had passed, and it was the end of the school day and we needed to go home.

But that meant we weren’t allowed to finish our exams. The Powers That Be decided that we would go home, promise not to do any studying, and pick up the test the next day.

The other schools in the district found out about this and protested. We had to sign affidavits saying we did not study overnight, did not communicate with anybody about the test, etc.

And when it was all over and done with, I got my score — a four — with an asterisk next to it:

*School reports a disturbance during examination.

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Unfiltered Story #167611

, , | Unfiltered | September 21, 2019

I recently had a request out for landscape oriented photos of animals for a contest. One lady sent me a portrait oriented photo, along with the same photo rotated 90 degrees, and told me to pick the one I thought was better. She’s going to be the only one running a gravity-defying cat.

Will Take Time To Accra-imatize

, , , , | Learning | May 17, 2019

(I work at a college campus located where there is an extremely low, basically non-existent, population of African-Americans. On the flip side, this college does have quite a few international students from Ghana. A student approaches my desk to ask a question and I am in the process of directing them to my coworker for the best answer.)

Me: “Okay, you will just want to take this form over there–” *pointing* “–to the gentleman in the green shirt and he can take care of this for you.”

Student: *looking around* “Who?”

Me: *once again pointing* “Over to the black gentleman in the green shirt.”

Student: *instantly outraged* “You can’t say that!”

Me: *confused* “Say what?”

Student: “‘Black’ is an offensive term! He is African-American!”

Me: “Uh, well, actually [Coworker] is from Ghana sooo, no. Not African-American…”

Student: “That is racist! You can’t say someone isn’t African-American!”

Me: “Ghanese? Ghanaian? Yeah, I think it is Ghanaian… go talk to the Ghanaian gentleman in the green shirt.”

Student: “I can’t believe you won’t describe his race correctly! I will be complaining!”

(Later, my coworker wanders over after our supervisor comes and speaks to him.)

Coworker: “So, why did a student apologize to me about this entire country and why did the boss ask me if I felt discriminated against?”

Me: “Because I directed a student to ‘the black gentleman in the green shirt.’”

Coworker: “I don’t understand?”

Me: “I described you as black instead of African-American.”

Coworker: “What? But I am not American. What?”

Me: “[Coworker], do you mind if I describe you as black when sending people over who can’t figure out where to go?”

Coworker: “No. I am black; should I not say ‘the white woman’?”

Me: “Well, I offended that student on your behalf because I said black instead of African-American.”

Coworker: “But I am not American!”

Me: “I know. Is it ‘Ghanaian’?”

Coworker: “Yes, I am Ghanaian. I still don’t understand why I am to be called American.”

Me: “I think that the student forgot that you could be black and from a different country.”

Coworker: “That is stupid.” *walks off*

(It was a very awkward conversation.)

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I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 34

, , , | Right | May 16, 2019

(I am shopping at a national hardware chain. I am wearing a red and black windbreaker because of the weather. As I walk around the aisles looking for what I need, I eventually notice an elderly gentleman obviously following me around. I stop and look at him.)

Old Customer: “I was wondering where the knee pad thingies were, but not the ones you wear.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I don’t work here; I’m shopping.”

Old Customer: “You know, the rubber pad things?”

Me: “I don’t work here…”

Old Customer: “…not the ones you wear.”

(It dawns on me that I am wearing similar colors to the store uniforms, so I just go with it.)

Me: “I think you might want to look in the gardening section a couple of aisles over.”

(As I am checking out, he comes up to the register with the pad in hand.)

Old Customer: “Thanks, found it in the garden section.”

(I still don’t know if he figured out I didn’t work there.)

I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 33
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 32
I Don’t Work Here, Does Not Work Here, Part 31

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Unfiltered Story #148851

, , | Unfiltered | May 3, 2019

So i work at a Sonic as a carhop, and our menu has many different food items and literally says we have over a million drink combinations. Now many people say blueberry instead of blue raspberry, an honest mistake that we half the time correct because most people just say it wrong and know what it is. However this particular night i go up to a car with four drinks with blue raspberry.
Me: Hi my name is **** how are you tonight?
(customer mumbles something like fine)
Me: ok so i have a **** is that correct.
Me: oh i’m sorry ma’am but we don’t have a blueberry flavor–
Me: we have a blue raspberry and a blue coconut but no blueberry.
(After a bit of the woman being rude i figured out the drinks and go inside to change it. I come back out witht the correct total)
Woman: *still screaming and being rude* THANK YOU
Me: You’re welcome ma’am and you have a nice evening.
(i hear her mumbling about them always screwing up the order, not even knowing we only had four people in the store when we were scheduled with nine)