I moved from Pennsylvania to Michigan a few years ago and only go home once a year or so. A few years back, I transferred the vast majority of my bank account to Michigan, but they were giving me a hard time about closing the account, and so I withdrew all funds except for $1.31.

I haven’t touched the account since that time, so two years later, I get a notice for inactivity stating that I will be charged five dollars if my account remains inactive for two years. I spoke with three different people on the phone, but they would not let me close out the account without incurring a fee, and since I’m never moving back to that town, I refuse to pay them or add any money to the account.

So, I have to interact with the account once every two years or else pay you five dollars? Fine.

When I was there in person last month, I withdrew one penny from the account, so now it’s good for another two years. The attendant definitely gave me a weird look, but at this rate, my account will remain open for the next 260 years!

I see that a man made an online reservation for two people, but wrote in the notes that the reservation is actually for six people and a baby.

I contacted him to let him know that it wasn’t possible at that time of the evening and offered alternative times for the reservation of six, but I never got a response.

It’s now an hour before service, this guy calls the restaurant to let me know his party is actually going to be eight people and that they’re ten minutes away… meanwhile, we don’t open for an hour.

I explained to him nicely that we aren’t open yet and we couldn’t accommodate a party of that size. He refused to take no for an answer. He kept asking if I could “do” anything for him, and wouldn’t accept no. So, I offered him a spot on the patio when we opened, even though the weather was lousy… which he accepted half-heartedly and told me to set up the table. Fine. Whatever.

So, it’s twenty minutes before we open and he shows up with his entourage and demands that I sit them upstairs. First of all, we’re not open yet. Second, I already said NO. He kept saying, “can’t you do anything for me? It’s my nephew’s baptism!”

Then he tried to threaten me with the idea that they would go eat somewhere else, so I politely advised them where to go nearby to find another restaurant. I guess realizing this didn’t work, he tried again to get me to “do something” for him.

I explained that seating his party would require that I cancel other reservations, and I wasn’t willing to do that. So, we went back and forth like this a few times, him all “do something” and me all “I can’t cancel other reservations to accommodate your group.” Eventually, he left in a huff.

The booking page for the reservations says that if you want to make a reservation for more than five people, you need to contact the restaurant directly!

I can’t understand why people behave this way. Why would you make a reservation for two, because that’s “the only party size that was available”? Hey genius, chances are that’s because THERE ISN’T SPACE FOR MORE THAN TWO PEOPLE?!

I maintain cars for a living. Where I work, we have in-ground pits; once we pull the car in, we can do anything we need to do underneath the car without having to lift it in the air. Of course, this can make it not very obvious when we’re actively working on the car, so to keep ourselves safe, we make sure to take the car keys from whoever’s driving it to keep them from starting it when it might be dangerous, damaging, or both.

Unfortunately for the customer in this story, even that isn’t enough of a deterrent for some people.

We had two such bays in my store and thus could work on two cars at a time. On this day, one car needed a few things up top, so I moved over to the other car to keep being productive while my coworkers sorted it out.

We got the new car guided in, and I opened the hood, took the keys, and otherwise got everything all set up for an oil change, just as the customer wanted. I climbed down under the car, pulled the drain plug, removed the oil filter, and then I was needed back over at the first car again, so I let everything drain while I walked over to do that.

It was at that point that the customer of this car (which I had just pulled the drain plug out of) decided he was done. So, he got out of his car, closed his hood, grabbed his keys, and drove off.

Without a drain plug or oil filter.

I still don’t know what happened to him, but I never heard from him again.

I’m what you’d consider an old lady. A few years ago, I worked at a grocery store. For the summer, they would get a few sets of outdoor furniture. It was my job to get the box sets from the back when they wanted to purchase.

One day, four guys, all in their thirties, purchased the largest set we had in one box. I confirmed they had a vehicle that would accommodate the furniture, and they did. A full-size pickup. Perfect!

I headed to the back to get it out of storage, load it on a flat cart, and return to the front of the store. By myself. No assistance.

When I approached the customers, they confidently told me to step aside while they loaded it. Sure. No problem. Except they kept trying to get a two-handed grip on the large box. After several failed attempts, I asked if I could make a suggestion. They straightened up and said sure.

I positioned the cart at the base of the tailgate. The box was already taller than the tailgate, so I lifted from the bottom, using the tailgate as a lever, and slid the heavy box into the tailgate. Closed the tailgate, stepped back, and said: “Thank you! Have a great day!” And went back into the store.

Best day ever working retail! They didn’t say another word.

I worked at a fast-food burger place named for the founder’s daughter. At that time, we didn’t have trash cans for the customers. Instead, we bused the tables and wiped them down after the customer left.

Every Wednesday night, one particular church group came by late in the evening and usually stayed about half an hour after our closing at 11:00 PM. The first time I worked, when they came in, I was assigned dining room duty. When 11:00 PM hit, they were still in the dining room, chatting. I went back to get a vacuum, but my manager stopped me and said I had to wait until they were done. I couldn’t even put away the salad bar because some of the church group ordered all-you-can-eat salads. But I did have to keep it stocked as they kept going back for seconds (and thirds, and fourths…). I also had the task of refilling the salt and pepper shakers, but of course, not the ones on their tables.

This night, they were exceptionally chatty and were still at it at midnight. We were usually all finished with closing by midnight; however, I was still way behind because of the group.

My manager came out to scold me for not being cleaned up, but I pointed out that she told me not to do most of my closing duties until they left. So, she and the other closers came out to the dining room and just watched them. They didn’t get the hint and stayed until 12:20 AM.

When they finally left, my manager told the other closers to help me finish. I went right to their table to bus it and saw a $20 bill folded sticking out from under a tray. “Yay!” I thought, at least this’ll make it somewhat worthwhile. However, when I picked it up, I felt it wasn’t a real bill. Instead, when unfolded, it reveals some proselytizing literature. I showed it to my manager, who just sighed, grabbed it, and threw it in the trash.

We didn’t get out of there until 2:00 AM. And management couldn’t do a darn thing to keep the church group from doing this on subsequent visits.