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Her Plans Of Saving Gas Went Up In Smoke

, , , , , | Related | January 12, 2023

Mom is a smoker. I am not. I have recently purchased a nice used vehicle for myself whose previous owner did not smoke in it. I am determined to keep it this way, which is fine with Mom. She doesn’t like that I won’t let her smoke in it, but she respects my decision and honors it.

We need to head to the store for weekly groceries.

Me: “Hey, which vehicle are we taking? Yours or mine?”

Mom: “Oh, it doesn’t matter to me. Whichever you want to take is fine.”

Me: “You aren’t allowed to smoke in mine.”

Mom: “We’re taking mine.”

Aisle Be Right With You

, , , , | Right | January 10, 2023

I work in a tiny store that sells craft supplies, including paints. A woman and her young son come in and are browsing the paint aisle (one of only three aisles in the store, really).

Me: “Hi, let me know if you need help with anything.”

Customer: *Absent-mindedly, looking at the paints.* “Hmmm.”

I leave her to browse while I complete some other duties. I come by a few minutes later, and somehow the aisle is completely trashed! In the space of a few minutes, her young son has pulled as many items as within arm’s reach on to the floor, with the mother totally ignoring him while she decides on paints.

She finally makes her selection, looks at her son, looks at the floor, and then finally looks at me.

Mother: “Come on [Son’s Name], let’s go check out while this nice lady cleans up.”

She drags her kid toward the checkout. I’m the only one working at the moment, so I decide to get even.

I start suuuuuper slooooowly cleaning up the aisle, while the mother is waiting to make her purchase at the register, the register that I would be manning if I wasn’t forced to tidy up after her son.

Mother: Coughs. “Excuse me, I am waiting to be checked out.”

I put on my widest retail smile, and say:

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but health and safety regulations mean I can’t leave any aisle obstructed in case of an emergency evacuation. I need to clean this aisle before I can do anything else.”

She just stares at me as I stare back, throw her another smile, and get back to work. I waited until her super-bored kid was giving her enough grief before I finally happened to finish and check her out, wishing her the most sugary-sweet “have a nice day!” in my retail history.

When The Quit Is Writ

, , , , | Working | January 10, 2023

This happened a long time ago now and I am condensing the situation to just the important events.

I’ve been working in my grocery store for over seven years, and I am tired. My tenure here plus my time working in most departments means I am very knowledgeable about each department and its processes, plus my experience with customers is unmatched in the store.

As a result, I am often called upon to fix more difficult problems, even though I am not a manager and am not paid anything more than the normal associate.

Coworker: “[My Name]! I have a mom with her kid in the condiments aisle. The kid keeps knocking stuff to the ground and I’ve told them to stop but they’re ignoring me.”

Me: “Well, best to call [Manager] then.”

Coworker: “But they always take ages to come out, and they always moan at me for bothering them in the first place. Please?”

I sigh, but I head over. True to my coworker’s word, the mom is totally ignoring her child as he makes a mess of the shelving.

Me: “Ma’am, please stop your son from disturbing the items, or—”

Mom: “Ugh! Another one of you? For f*** sake he’s seven! He’s just playing! He’s not hurting anyone!”

Me: “No, ma’am, but some of these items are made of glass so he could hurt him—”

In perfect timing, the kid knocks over some glass ketchup bottles. The glass shatters and the ketchup flies everywhere.

Me: “—self.”

The kid starts crying as he knows he’s f*ed up.

Mom: “There, there my baby. You didn’t do anything wrong. The workers will clean it up, don’t worry.”

The kid immediately stops crying and points and laughs at me. Before I can even call in for a clean up the kid starts picking up some of the larger pieces of ketchup-covered glass and throws one at me!

Me: “Ma’am! Stop your child at once! He could injure himself or someone else!”

The mom rolls her eyes but realizes that her kid might have gone a bit too far. Suddenly my manager arrives after the commotion. He looks at the customer, the floor, and me covered in a little ketchup. Before I can even speak the customer interrupts.

Customer: “This worker broke the ketchup bottles and blamed my son!”

I am too shocked at the audacity of this woman to immediately refute her lies, giving time for my manager to talk.

Manager: “[My Name], how could you? This is totally unacceptable! Apologize to this customer and then clean this up at once!”

I’ve finally regained my senses, and I am reminded of how long I have worked here, how I’ve been overlooked for promotion many times, and yet how still vital I am to the running of this store. I’ve had enough.

I take a healthy amount of the ketchup that is on me and the floor, and write out five letters clearly for all to see:

Ketchup Message: “I QUIT.”

I stormed to my locker, got my bag, left the ketchup-stained shirt in the trash, and stormed out.

My boss tried calling me at first to punish me for leaving in the middle of a shift, and then to apologize and ask that I come back, to finally begging me to come back.

I only went back a week later to meet with HR, hand over an official resignation, combine my leave notice with my many untaken leave days, and found myself another job as an office manager within a few weeks.

Every time I have ketchup with my fries I smile.

The Mother Of All Bad Mothers

, , , | Right | January 10, 2023

CONTENT WARNING: Abusive Parent, Miscarriage

My mother is… to put it bluntly, awful. I haven’t had much contact over the years but she has been pressuring me to see her so she can “make amends.” I believe in second chances so I agree to meet her for a coffee and we’ll see how it goes.

As soon as we’ve sat down I start to recognize the behavior my mother engages in that keeps me away, although this time it’s directed at our poor young waitress; she looks like she’s still in her teens.

Mother: “You don’t have mint tea? That’s disappointing.”

Waitress: “Yes, ma’am, we only have breakfast, Earl Grey, green, and lemon.”

There is a moment of silence where my mother somehow seems to think the waitress can do more.

Mother: “Well?! How are you going to fix this for me?”

Waitress: “I can bring you any tea that’s on the menu, ma’am.”

Mother: “But I want mint!”

Me: “Mom, they don’t have it. Just order a tea that they do have.”

Mother: “If I am paying $3.50 for a tea, I want it to be the tea that I want!”

Waitress: “The lemon tea is quite popular here, and—”

Mother: “You incompetent little tramp! Did I ask for lemon? Did I? No. I am here having a nice lunch with my daughter and your ineptitude is ruining it.”

Waitress: “Ma’am, I—”

Mother: “And now you’re interrupting! Take it from an experienced mother, a young woman like you should shut up and know her place! You’ll never find a husband and have children if this is what one can expect of you.”

The waitress just stares coldly at my mother, and then removes her apron (part of the uniform here) and just walks out the door.

Me: “Manager, please!”

Mother: “Thank you! The manager needs to be made aware that their waitress just—”

Me: “—just what? Endured a ream of verbal abuse from a pathetic old woman who has no joy in her life so tries to suck it out from everybody else’s? I’m calling the manager over to let them know what you just did and that the waitress is not to be in trouble!”

Mother: “You young people are so sensitive when it comes to words from the wise!”

The manager comes over and I explain the situation.

Manager: “Ma’am, this was her first day back at work after going through a rough time. You and your words are not welcome here. Please leave.”

Mother: “Hmph! Fine. Come on [My Name], let’s find a place with real service.”

Me: “I’m not leaving with you.”

Mother: “All I said was—”

Another waitress, likely even younger than the one that served us, is in tears and can’t hold back what she wants to say.

Other Waitress: “She just got back from having a miscarriage you absolute b****!”

My mother looks shocked. The manager tells the other waitress to go to the back, no doubt because she revealed personal information that our waitress likely didn’t want to disclose to a customer.

My mother looks to me, possibly hoping for some kind of rescue.

Mother: “But… all I said was—”

Me: “That a woman who has just lost a child that she’s going to be a bad mother. Well, I guess it takes one to know one! Get out.”

Thankfully that was enough to get my mother out of there. I stayed to finish my drink and leave a nice tip for the waitress. I came back a few days later and found out the waitress had indeed quit. My mother was the person who pushed her over the edge… and I can relate.

She Just Found Out Mario’s First Name Is Itsumi

, , , , , , | Right | January 9, 2023

A woman comes into the store with her child.

Customer: “I just found out that Nintendo is a Japanese company, and that Xbox is an American company.”

Me: “Yes, that’s correct.”

Customer: *Narrows eyes.* “So you knew about this?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. Most people into video games know this.”

Customer: “Hmm, I’ll have to write to our senator about this. Anyway, my son wants to play Mario, but I can only see it on those Nintendos. I’d like Mario but for Xbox.”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but that’s not possible. Mario is only available on Nintendo devices.”

Customer: “Then get me someone who knows what they’re talking about.”

Me: “It doesn’t matter who you talk to, ma’am, Mario is a character owned by Nintendo. You won’t find games featuring him on any other console other than Nintendo.”

Customer: “This is where it all starts! You let these Asian companies into our American homes and then we lose jobs to them! It’s all because of people like you!”

She takes out her phone.

Customer: “I’m going to call the Senator about this!”

She trundles off, angrily dialing numbers into her phone. It was a Samsung.