Dancing Until You Cry

, , , , , , , | Hopeless | June 29, 2017

(There is a great local band here that is hired by a couple of outdoor venues several times a year. They play 50s, 60s, and 70s rock and have a very large following. At their concerts, the audience ranges from 2 to 95 and a huge percentage of the audience will get on the dance floor at some point. My daughter has some cognitive disabilities but absolutely loves rock music and dancing. She will recruit random strangers to dance if a song begins that she particularly likes. At one concert, we are sitting in the middle instead of up front. A good song comes on, my daughter hops up and grabs the hand of the elderly man sitting beside her. I try to pull her back at first but the woman sitting on the other side of the man waves me away with a smile. The gentleman obliges and they both begin to dance in the aisle. The woman scoots over to me.)

Woman: “I’ve been trying to get dad to dance all evening. Your daughter has quite a touch.”

Me: “She’s hard to say no to. He doesn’t have to dance to the whole song. I can rescue him in a minute.”

Woman: “That’s fine. He is slipping away from us. He’s always loved music so we came out tonight. He’s been enjoying himself. He’s smiling more tonight than I’ve seen in long time.”

(The song ends and the woman and I get up to collect our dancers. The man put up his hand.)

Man: “Wait. One more.”

(He took my daughter’s hand and they danced to the next song, too, both smiling ear to ear. I looked over at the woman and she was wiping away tears. That made me tear up.)

Me: “Look what you’ve started!”

Woman: “Your daughter is an angel! I can’t tell you what it means to me to see dad not only smiling but dancing.”

(Our dancers finally sat down but they held hands for most of the rest of the concert. My daughter gave her partner a hug at the end of the night and his daughter hugged me so tightly I thought I’d lose my breath. I haven’t seen them at a concert since but I always look. My daughter still grabs strangers to dance with. People hardly ever say no.)

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Their Heart Just Isn’t In It

, , , | Working | June 19, 2017

(I work at a hotel on the night shift. Tonight, about 20 minutes into my shift, my security guard radios telling us he needs an ambulance to the staff break-room — for himself. We call right away, but he stops responding on the radio and we don’t know exactly what the issue is.)

Emergency Operator: “What is the problem he’s experiencing?”

Coworker: “Well, we’re not sure; he’s at the back of the hotel and we’re at the front, but he has had some documented medical issues recently.”

Emergency Operator: “Well, I need you to go to where he is and call me again from there with details.”

Coworker: “Okay.”

(She hangs up, and is about to start walking back, but barely gets five feet before one of the housekeepers radios again saying that the guard is having a heart attack. Not wanting to waste a moment, I tell my coworker to keep going but call for an ambulance again immediately.)

Me: “I’m calling from [Hotel]; our security guard is having a heart attack!”

Emergency Operator: “Okay, well, is he sitting up or laying down?”

Me: *thinking that the way this transaction should have gone was ‘I say heart attack, you say ambulance’* “What? I don’t know! I’m not where he is right now!”

Emergency Operator: *sounding annoyed* “I told the other girl that she needed to call me from where he is.”

Me: “Yeah, I know, but then we were told he is HAVING A HEART ATTACK! It’s a big hotel! I didn’t want to waste the time of her getting back there!”

(I actually had to radio to the back and get my coworker to tell me things like whether he was breathing and what position he was in before she’d send me an ambulance. Thankfully they got there in time — and yes, it was confirmed to definitely have been a heart attack!)

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Muscling Up A Comeback

, , , , | Right | June 15, 2017

(It is near the end of my shift and my coworker has arrived to relieve me. As she’s putting her money in her register a guest approaches the counter.)

Guest: “Do you have a holding service?”

Me: “What’s that?”

Guest: “A holding service.” *he motions to the coat on his arm* “You know, some place I could leave this?”

Me: “Oh! No, sorry, sir; not here.”

Guest: “Aw, but this coat is heavy!”

Coworker: “Think how we feel carrying our purses around!”

Guest: “Yeah, but you ladies come equipped with something that helps you carry them.”

Me: *without missing a beat, I cheerily chirp back* “So do you. They’re called muscles.”

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Unfiltered Story #89463

, , | Unfiltered | June 8, 2017

(I’ve been sick today, but I came in anyway, so I’m not feeling too hot in the first place. Even though, I’m trying to act normal and be nice to people. A regular walks in with her regular friends and orders what she always gets, which is a side salad and soup combo.)

Customer #1: I’d like the [combo].

Coworker: We don’t carry the soup anymore, but you can choose between [our two other soups of the day]

Customer #1: What?! You don’t carry that soup anymore?! *storms over to the sign in the front advertising said combo*. But you are advertising it! Someone come get this sign!

(Note that there’s only a manager and two other people making food for a long line of customers. I don’t want to get near the food so I’m on register with washed, sanitized, and gloved hands. They’re all held up by her antics. Everyone is staring at her as she’s yelling and waving the sign around. I look at my manager and he seems to be ignoring her, so I do the same. All of her friends look embarrassed, but they don’t say anything.)

Customer #1: NO? NO ONE IS GOING TO COME GET THIS SIGN?! OKAY! BUT PEOPLE ARE GOING TO BE CONFUSED!

The next customer comes up after her and sarcastically says loudly enough for Customer #1 to hear: Don’t worry, I’ll be nicer than her. I’ll have the combo with [soup]

Customer #1 got the combo with another soup in the end.

Unfiltered Story #87835

, , | Unfiltered | May 31, 2017

(I’m at a store known for it’s red circular logo. The employees wear khakis and red shirts. I’m wearing black jeans and a blue shirt with a quote from a very popular British TV show about a time-and-space traveler and his blue box. I’m in the toy aisle looking at Legos and texting a friend at the same time. An older gentleman and his wife come up with their cart and he clears his throat. I should also mention that I’d just moved to the state a couple months previous and hadn’t been in this particular location before.)

Gentleman: Excuse me, miss. Where’s the soap?

Me: I’m sorry, what?

Gentleman: You know, the laundry soap. What aisle is it on?

Me: I don’t know? I’m new in town…

Gentleman: Well, don’t you work here? You should know where the laundry soap is.

Me: *looks down at clothes* I, um. I don’t work here.

Gentleman: Oh, you don’t?

Me: No.

Gentleman: Well, you were on your device there. *points at my cell phone* I thought you worked here.

Me: Um…no. This is my cell phone…

Gentleman: Oh. Okay. *walks off*