I work in a card shop that has a machine that allows you to make custom cards. Two women have asked to use it, so I’m helping them get set up.

Customer #1: “Okay, for the first card…”

She types in “Congrats on finding your second wife, Jason. They say the third time’s the charm!”

I think to myself, “Ouch!” I must have made a face, since the other woman says to me:

Customer #2: “She’s the ex-wife. He’s marrying the girl he cheated on her with.”

Me: “Wow.”

She designs a hideously passive-aggressive ‘congratulations’ card and saves it to the order.

Customer #1: “Now, for the second card…”

She types in “Congrats on becoming Jason’s mistress!”

Me: “Now I know why you needed the custom card maker.”

Customer #2: “Yeah, we wouldn’t expect you to have stock for infidelity.”

Me: “Jason sounds like he’s been busy.”

Customer #1: “I’m giving both cards to him on the wedding day, in front of his new wife. That’s what they get for inviting me to rub my face in it.”

They finalise their order and pay for the newly printed cards.

Coworker: *To me.* “Any chance they got any plus ones for that wedding? It sounds like it’s gonna be pure chaos!”

CORRECTION: An incorrect usage of the word “guy” has been changed to “girl” as per the OP’s request.

I live in a German-speaking country, and we are known to be very strict about closing times and time limits at our government offices.

I work as some sort of engineer and went to an office that deals with formal requests regarding government-issued assignments. If you want to get such an assignment, you have to bring in paperwork in person up to a specific date. Because of the form and many things that happen in my industry, it is quite common to bring in the paperwork on the last possible day.

It was close to closing time, and I was waiting for someone when a woman entered the room, obviously in a rush, heading to the counter where paperwork had to be put in. The counter was empty at the time.

While she rushes across the waiting area, her paperwork slides out of her arms and falls to the ground, spreading all over. As she is trying to put all together, a man, who looked Middle Eastern, tried to help her, but when he touched her forms, she let out a shriek and told him to go back to where he came from and not to touch her paperwork. (Obviously, a racist remark, telling him to get to his country of origin, a quite common statement here.)

Without a word, he gets up and goes behind the counter the woman was heading for. She finally finished picking up her papers she heads to the counter, realising that he is in there. Just as she reaches him, he puts up a sign saying “closed” and points to the clock, which had just reached closing time.

Her face went blank as she stammered to please make an exception, but she surely knew from the beginning this was a pointless request. If she had let him help her, I’m sure she would have been able to put in the paperwork.

I just can make an assumption that she either wasn’t able to put in the paperwork at all, or at least had to come in again the next day. Surely not what her boss was expecting.

I work in a bookstore in a mall. One of our regulars is also a cashier in another store in the mall. 

Every Friday for about a month, she has come in with her kids and tears up the children’s books section. When it’s time to go, the kids would be awesome and try to put the stuff back, but the regular would say:

Regular: “Just leave it. It’s their job.”

Then she looks at me directly as she’s walking out with the kids:

Regular: “You don’t mind, do you?”

After a month of this, I go into her store on a day I know she’s working. I make some small talk as I get her to take down several items from high shelves, move heavy things to the register, and then at the last minute.

Me: “Actually, I don’t want these anymore. I guess I’ll just leave it here, since it’s your job.”

And then I lock eyes and stare her down.

Me: “You don’t mind, do you?”

She’s never been back.

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Back when I was working at a small company, the company didn’t really have a ton of support staff, so I’d take a break from the various programming tasks I was doing and would help out.

The “manager” of the support team was completely unqualified and basically got the job because he was also the head of sales, and it was a customer-facing team. 

He was also a lazy Luddite who refused to learn how things worked and generally made our lives more difficult.

One day, I was covering the support desk because they were short-staffed, and I got a call from him that he needed his password changed. I was confused at first and started to walk him through the steps to change it himself, and he shouted angrily:

Boss: “No god-d***-it, just change it! Write it down on a Post-It and give it to me.”

And then he hung up.

I sat there for a minute and remembered that I don’t report to him at all. So, I changed his password for him.

I made it eighteen characters long, and it was a combination of I, l, 1, !, and |. 

He was not happy. Especially after he mistyped enough times to lock his computer, and he couldn’t log in the rest of the day, because the support guy who had the access to do a hard password reset was out for the day.

My boss LOVES to call me at 6:15 AM to ask me if I would LIKE to fill the shifts of the people who just called in sick.

This is an everyday thing.

I was bored and frustrated, so I decided to volunteer at 3:30 AM to call this same manager to ask if they needed extra help. He got super-angry and tried to write me up for it. I showed the General Manager the time stamps of the calls I had received.

I don’t get calls anymore.