Hair Apparent

, , , , , | | Hopeless | July 16, 2019

(When I am 24 I notice I am losing weight quite rapidly. I’m a six-foot-tall man and was around 250 pounds with shoulder-length hair. I am at 225 when I go to the doctor about my weight loss. After the blood tests, I am diagnosed with a form of leukemia that is treatable without chemo. I still need to go to an oncologist every few months just to make sure everything is going the way it should be. On my third visit to my oncologist, I am back to my original weight. I’ve seen several patients in the waiting room who have been going through chemo. Everyone else there is going through treatments for more severe forms of cancer and dealing with the effects. I am gaining weight with no side effects from my medication, and have kept my long hair. I can’t help but feel bad, like everyone is thinking I’m not the patient. One day, a woman who is around her mid-30s strikes up a conversation with me. She’s skinny, pale, and wearing a bandanna.)

Woman: “I love your hair.”

Me: “Thank you; I try to take care of it.”

Woman: “So, are you waiting for someone?”

Me: *already feeling my face turning red* “Actually, I’m a patient.”

Woman: “Oh, I’m sorry. Have you just started treatment?”

Me: “No, it’s actually been almost a year. I don’t need chemo; I just come in here so [Doctor] can review my blood tests and make sure my blood count is normal.”

(The woman’s eyes begin to well with tears. I’m feeling really bad, so I start to apologize.)

Me: “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Woman: *raising her hand to shush me* “No, don’t apologize. I’m sorry for making you think that. I’m just glad to see that not everyone has to suffer with such a diagnosis.” *pulls out her phone and shows me some photos* “This was what my hair looked like before my diagnosis.”

(She had long black hair that went down to her hips.)

Woman: “I actually had it all cut off before my treatment and donated it to [Charity that doesn’t charge for wigs]. I was a stylist and loved helping people take care of their hair. Don’t feel bad because you still have your hair; a lot of us actually love it when people don’t have to compromise their health even more.”

(I thanked her for helping me not feel uncomfortable anymore. As we were finishing our conversation, a man and a boy come in and sat next to her — her husband and son. We chatted about how the boy was about to start youth football and how I coached one of the teams. He ended up on my team and we became really good friends. She even invited me and my girlfriend to her cancer-free party.)

They’ll Get It… Slowly

, , , , | | Right | July 15, 2019

Customer: “Yeah, lately my Internet has been really slow.”

Me: “It looks like we’re not providing your Internet, just some email boxes. If your Internet is going slowly, it looks like it’s not through us.”

Customer: “Well… the email was really slow, too.”

Me: “…”

Unfiltered Story #157548

, , , | | Unfiltered | July 12, 2019

(Our store offers a service where you can send a money order payed for at one location and have it filled out to be picked up at any of our other locations. This exchange happened between to guys while i was processing an money order for one of them who explained that it was for his ex-wife)

Customer: I’m serious bro don’t ever get married.

Bro: i wasn’t planning on it.

Customer: (with a serious face and tone) No seriously don’t ever get married.

Bro: Dude seriously I–
(customer cuts him off)
Customer: Just listen to me, Don’t ever get married.

Bro: (with a smile on his face) Dude I’ve been dating my girlfriend longer than you’ve known your Ex-wife.

(I couldn’t help myself i broke out laughing as i handed him his receipt, and he just stalked away from the counter)

Bro: (still smiling) Have a nice day mam

Should Maybe Stop Calling Him “Daddy”

, , , , , | | Right | July 9, 2019

(I am 17, working as a temporary receptionist for a company where my dad also works. It is my first real job and I am pretty nervous. One of my first calls comes from a client who asks for my dad, but he is currently in a meeting. When I tell the client this, he starts talking about what a great guy my dad is, how smart he is, etc., all the while not knowing that we are related. It is pretty harmless, until…)

Client: “I bet you have a huge crush on him.”

Me: “Well, actual—”

Client: *cutting me off* “Come on, he’s a handsome guy! I’m sure all the girls over there think he’s a cutie.”  

Me: “No, he—”

Client: *cutting me off again* “Oh, it’s okay. You can tell me! I won’t tell anyone.”

Me: *uncomfortably chuckling*

Client: “See! I knew it! You have the hots for him. Ooh, I’m going to tell him!”

Me: “No, you see—”

Client: “You don’t have to be shy! I’m sure he’d be flattered.”

Me: *finally losing patience* “Well, actually, I’m pretty sure I don’t have a crush on my own father.”

Client: “Your father? Whoa! You’re [My Dad]’s daughter?”

Me: “Yes.”

Client: *huffily* “Well, that’s no fun.”

(I offered to transfer him to my dad’s voicemail, which he accepted, but not without letting me know once again that I had ruined his “fun” game.)

As Long As They’re Not Smelling Colors

, , , , , | | Related | June 29, 2019

(We are all in the living room doing various things. I’ve just returned home for summer break. My dad makes a cup of tea.)

Me: “Whatever tea you’ve made smells like…”

Brother and Sister: *simultaneously* “Casserole?”

Me: “Ew, what? No, like Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Like, specifically that.”

Dad: “Oookay…”

Sister: “I mean, the pizza we made last night smelled like pumpkin pie to me.”

Me: “Uh, what?”

Sister: “Maybe there’s just like… bad smell acoustics in here or something?”

All Of Us: *laughs*

Me: “Bad smell acoustics? Okay, sis, if you say so.” *laughs*

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