Forced To Question Their Behavior

, , , , , | Learning | June 1, 2019

(This takes place in a US Government class. Whenever our teacher is absent, he leaves instructions for us to do some questions from our textbooks. Today, however, we have a substitute who is notorious through our school for being bossy, smug, and generally rude to the students.)

Substitute: “All right, Mr. [Regular Teacher] left me instructions for you to do [questions] in the textbook. Bring them to me at the end of the period.”

([Classmate #1], a very withdrawn but smart kid, finishes his questions in fifteen minutes and takes them up to the substitute. My desk is right next to the teacher’s desk, so I can hear the conversation clearly.)

Classmate #1: “Here are the questions.”

Substitute: *not even looking at the paper* “Why are you lying to me?”

Classmate #1: “Excuse me?”

Substitute: “There is no way you completed all those questions in fifteen minutes. Go back to your desk and finish them.”

([Classmate #1] goes back to his desk. Since we’re only fifteen minutes into an hour-and-a-half period, he gets out a journal and starts writing. After about a minute, the substitute gets up from the desk and storms over to him.)

Substitute: *almost shouting* “What are you doing?”

Classmate #1: “Um… I’m writing.”

Substitute: “I told you to finish the questions! Give me that!” *snatches journal out of [Classmate #1]’s hands*

Classmate #1: “I already finished the questions! And that’s mine!”

(He tries to grab his journal, but the substitute SLAPS him. The entire class has gone silent by now.)

Substitute: *with a smug smile* “It’s mine now. This is what happens to students who don’t do their work.”

(The substitute tears a handful of pages out of the journal and rips them to shreds. [Classmate #1] roars, leaps from his desk, and PUNCHES the substitute in her stomach and her face!  The substitute backs away, one hand on her stomach, and another on her face.)

Substitute: “YOU LITTLE S***! I’LL HAVE YOU EXPELLED!”

(The substitute runs from the room, and [Classmate #1] kneels on the floor and starts to cry. A few of us, myself included, try to comfort him. A few minutes later, the substitute returns with an administrator in tow. She points at [Classmate #1].)

Substitute: “That’s him! He refused to do his work, swore at me, and assaulted me!”

Administrator: “[Classmate #1], is this true?”

([Classmate #1] is still crying, so I speak up.)

Me: “No. No, it’s not. [Classmate #1] did his work, but Ms. [Substitute] wouldn’t accept it, and she slapped him and tore up his journal when he tried to write in it.”

(The rest of the class speaks up against the substitute.)

Substitute: “YOU LYING—”

Classmate #2: “I recorded the whole thing!”

(The substitute went pale, and the administrator reviewed the recording. He ordered the substitute to the office, and asked [Classmate #1] if he’d like to go to the nurse. They all left, and we didn’t see [Classmate #1] until the next class, when he thanked us for standing up for him. We later learned that the substitute was banned from ever teaching in a school again!)

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The “Pet” Has A Project

, , , , , , | Right | May 29, 2019

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.

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Those Who Handle Things Like An A** Get Their A**es Handed To Them

, , , , | Right | May 27, 2019

(I work in a supermarket, mostly as a cashier, but sometimes I help stocking shelves. My coworkers and I have had several run-ins with a very rude customer; he’s offensive, condescending, and aggressive if he encounters any resistance. Our manager refuses to ban the guy because they live in the same building and he’s afraid of being attacked. The guy is free to come in and bully us, and customers, quoting, “I’m stronger than you; what are you going to do about it?” After not showing up for two weeks, he limps back into the store with a swollen face, black eye, broken swollen nose, swollen jaw, and a broken front tooth, and a few fingers on his right hand are broken. He looks like he had his a** kicked and no one in the store is sad to see it. After getting his purchases, he limps up to my counter.)

Rude Guy: *sees me staring* “Don’t you f****** laugh!” *clutches his jaw, which clearly hurts*

Me: “Of course, sir. Did you find everything you need?” *biting my tongue so I don’t ask him if he found painkillers*

Rude Guy: “Yeah, just ring me the f*** up.”

(After ringing him through, another regular watches him leave with a smile.)

Regular: “Looks like he found someone stronger than him; what do you think he’ll do about that?”

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You Made A Mistake And I CAN Put My Finger On It

, , , , | Learning | May 26, 2019

(I’m running a martial arts tournament. Before we start the tournament, we have a kids’ activity time where kids can break boards and play games. My sister is holding boards for an eight-year-old doing a kick. He misses and hits her fingers.)

Sister: “Next time, kick in the middle!”

Kid: “I did.”

Sister: “No, you did not.”

Kid: “Are you sure?”

Sister: “Yes, I’m very sure.”

Kid: “I could have sworn I hit in the middle!”

Sister: “The pain radiating through my fingers says otherwise.”

Kid: “Oh.”

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Parents Are (Pea)Nuts!

, , , , , , , | Right | May 22, 2019

(At our store, there is an open bin of salted peanuts, still in the shell, that you can scoop into bags. As I am finishing up with a round of stocking, I notice a kid holding himself up over the edge of the bin, grabbing peanuts, licking the salt off the outside, then dropping them back into the bin. I immediately hurry over.)

Me: “Hey, bud. I need you to get down from there. You can’t be licking the peanuts; you don’t know how many people have been touching them with dirty hands before you.”

Kid: “Eww!”

(He hops down, and I start reaching for a bag so I can try to scoop out the contaminated nuts as best I can. Then, I feel a hand on my arm which yanks me backward. I turn, just in time to duck away from a swatting hand. There is a lady standing behind me, looking livid.)

Woman: “How dare you?! Who gave you the right to talk to my son like that?”

Me: “Ma’am, he was licking the peanuts, which is unhygienic and a health hazard. He can’t…”

Woman: *red-faced* “GET ME YOUR MANAGER!”

(She tries to swing at me again, and I duck backward. One of the managers from the deli comes hurrying up.)

Manager: “What’s the matter? What’s going on here?”

(I speak up before the woman can shout some more.)

Me: “This lady is upset that I told her child to stop licking the peanuts.”

(The manager’s face screws up in a look of distaste.)

Manager: “Yuck.”

(The woman let out a wordless scream and dragged her son towards the front of the store, leaving her cart behind. I ended up putting it away after scooping the top layer of peanuts into bags to be written off.)

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