My brother is a huge Doctor Who fan and attended a local science fiction convention where one of the former Doctors was holding a symposium. To my brother’s dismay, the symposium filled up just as he arrived.

He was sitting on a bench in the convention hall, dejected, when he heard a woman say, “Oh, you don’t want to go to that! It’s boring! Hang around with me, instead!” He looked up to see the actress who played a popular female companion standing over him. She spent part of her day with him as they went around the convention together.

Whenever I become too cynical, I think about how Catherine Tate made sure a disappointed Doctor Who fan had the best day ever. Donna Noble truly is a hero!

I work in one of the largest supermarkets in the UK, delivering groceries to customers at home. Today I saw something that actually made me laugh out loud.

Our team of pickers is sent out onto the shop floor to pick the items that customers order. I see a new picker being trained. His next item to pick is a pack of tampons. He walks up the aisle with the supervisor training him, looking incredibly nervous. He finds the tampons, identifies which box to get, and then, using his scanner, he nudges the box around to scan the barcode before using the scanner to sweep it into the tray. Both the supervisor and I are giggling at the seven-year-old style reaction to women’s hygiene products.

That said, I’ve also seen a male customer taking in the shopping pick up a packet of pads and stare at it like an unexploded bomb before his wife just sighed, took it from his hands, and laid it on the countertop.

Do most guys seriously not get how periods work?

I was shopping for deli meat when I found a bag of sliced ham with a bad seal that was so green it looked like it was soaked in green food coloring. I handed it to the person stocking some hotdogs and continued on my way.

I turned around and he was placing it back in its spot on the shelf like it was perfectly good.

I take the commuter rail to work every day. The station I get off at is extremely busy. It is right in the middle of a college campus — people actually walk through the station to get from one side of campus to the other — and has connections to about six different bus lines, a subway line, and shuttle buses to a local medical area. The neighborhood is okay but not stellar, and lots of students walking through tends to mean a lot of dropped trash and such. The roof is leaky, and sometimes the doors don’t close all the way, so dirt, leaves, and rain get in.

However, this is the absolute cleanest station on the line because of one janitor. This man is a machine. He is constantly sweeping, mopping, cleaning handrails, and picking up trash. Even on the most crowded days, there is hardly anything on the floor. I’ve been seeing him every day, just quietly doing his job more thoroughly than the (higher paid) janitors at the college I work at.

One cold day, I decided that his guy needed some sort of recognition for his work. I got him a $40 card to the local coffee and donut shop and gave it to him, explaining how grateful I was for his efforts. He looked surprised, but then his face lit up with the biggest grin I had ever seen on him. I wave at him all the time now, and I’m glad he knows that at least one of the ten gazillion people rushing by notices his amazing work.

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A new hire, who was a total brown-noser, quickly got promoted to manager and developed a god-complex with the younger staff. I am 6’2″ and 205 pounds and am a former amateur kick-boxer and wrestler; I also have epilepsy and Asperger’s.

The manager used to go out of her way to make things difficult for me on several occasions, even going so far as to have her friends come in and make up fake complaints about me or verbally abuse me.

One such friend came in and called me over from a till — which I’m not supposed to leave — and she told me loudly to go over to their friend who then proceeded to verbally abuse me.

I just stood there and let the “big man” rant and rave — the guy can’t have been more than about 5’8″ and 130 pounds. As he finished, I apologised for whatever he’d made up and attempted to go back to my till, at which point he tripped me up. I fell towards a shelf but managed to grab it so I didn’t fall. The guy then proceeded to push me again, at which point I hit him with a right hook and knocked him out as he fell into a floor display.

I proceeded to call the paramedics and police as well as the manager whose “pet” had instigated the situation.

The guy was tended to by the paramedics whilst I was called into the office with the police and the supervisor present who was smiling smugly at me as the manager explained that I was to be fired and arrested. I told her to check the CCTV. The police agreed to this, and the footage showed the restraint I’d had before defending myself. The manager then said I’d still be written up and put on disciplinary action.

Having had enough I said, “You know of my disabilities and can see that I was assaulted first. You’re responsible for providing me with a safe working environment. In the space of an hour, I’ve been assaulted and discriminated against because of my disabilities. The police could be making some arrests now and it wouldn’t be me they’d be arresting. If you so much as write me up, I’ll contact both my union and corporate and let them know what happened here, and they’d fire you just to keep me happy.”

The police walked out, and I followed them a few minutes after because it was the end of my shift. The following day, I noticed that not only had the CCTV tape from the day before conveniently gone “missing,” but there was a write-up on the notice board. I took the sheet down, wrote “I quit” on the back, flipped off the manager and supervisor, and walked across the road to a rival convenience store where I got a new job.