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Employees Are Not Human!, Part 2

, , , , , | Right | September 22, 2023

I am shopping at a large hardware store when I see a woman having some kind of meltdown at the service desk. She is pointing and screaming at some employees while talking to a manager.

Customer: “I don’t understand! You have some right there!”

Manager: “Ma’am, just because we have staff who are Hispanic, it does not automatically make them contractors!”

Customer: “They are contractors and I need them! Why am I not getting the service I am paying for?!”

Manager: “Ma’am! You want to pay for the wood, but we don’t offer contracting services. You need to install your deck yourself or hire someone to do it yourself.”

Customer: “That’s what I am trying to do, and you have Mexicans! Rent them to me!”

I am about to walk away — I am getting uncomfortable with the blatant racism — but then I see the police being escorted into the building by another employee. They’re directed to the screaming woman. She refuses to calm down, and so is escorted from the premises, knocking some items over in a frustrated rage as she does so. I approach the manager.

Me: “If it’s helpful for you to have any witnesses to that who aren’t employees, I’d be happy to put my contact details down.”

Manager: “That’s very kind of you, but we have cameras everywhere.”

Me: “What was she screaming about?”

Manager: “Oh, she woke up this morning and decided she wanted to have a deck built there and then, and she thought that just buying the decking from us included installation and labor. When I said we didn’t offer that service, she tried to demand that we ‘rent’ out some of our Hispanic staff to install it for her.”

Me: “Wow.”

Manager: “Yeah. We get a lot of crazy here, but we have to call the police when they start to threaten to enslave our staff.” 

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If Only We Could Just Tow Away All Our Problems

, , , , , , , , , | Legal | CREDIT: Amy_V_CZ | September 17, 2023

My cousin bought a new apartment a few years ago. It came with a parking spot, but they left the spot empty for about two years. Then, his wife got pregnant, so they bought a car to drive her to doctor’s appointments, etc. (We have amazing public transport, but it’s not the best option to move around for pregnant women.)

From time to time, they saw some cars in their spot, but they didn’t care before they purchased their own. But a few weeks after their purchase, they parked, and the minute they stepped out of the vehicle, some other car behind them started honking and the driver started screaming at them.

Woman: “You’re parking in my spot! That’s my spot!”

Cousin: “This is actually the spot for our unit.”

Woman: “Well, you didn’t use it for soooo long, so it’s mine now! I can use it better!”

They tried to explain, but the woman just continued screaming. So, they gave up, wished her a nice day, and went home.

Later that day, my cousin heard weird noises from the parking lot, looked out, and saw a tow truck. He ran downstairs, and you might guess which car was about to be towed. Yes, his.

The woman from before stood there with an evil smile, chatting with a police officer. Well, the smile didn’t last for long.

Once my cousin understood what was going on, he explained to the police that the car shouldn’t be towed and that it was his spot and his car. The officer looked dumbfounded, and the woman went into super crazy mode, screaming, cursing, and yelling at everyone.

The police officer didn’t care and just politely asked for some papers proving ownership. In a few minutes, my cousin got them.

The woman was charged with unauthorized usage of a tow truck and lying to the authorities. She still complained, but she paid, and never bother my cousin and his wife again.

They tried to find out who she was later, but she didn’t live in the apartment building, so she was maybe only a guest of one of the residents.

Forget Nerves Of Steel; This One’s Got Nerves Of Retail Exhaustion

, , , , , , , , | Legal | September 11, 2023

I was working at a gas station when this man came in with a gun and demanded all the money in the cash register. I had just done a cash drop, so I only had about $30 in the register. He wasn’t happy about it and demanded the money from the closed register. I thought that was odd that he knew that there was money in it.

Since it was a computer register, I had to log in, which takes time.

Robber: *Pointing the gun at me* “Go faster!”

Me: *Tired and annoyed* “You’re so impatient over $45! If you can’t wait, then you can leave the store!”

Robber: *Muttering* “Sorry.”

And he waited quietly until I handed him the money.

The police watched the surveillance video multiple times and laughed at how the robber jumped at my going off on him. Between giggles, they reprimanded me for doing something so dangerous with a gun pointed at me.

It turned out that the robber had done a job interview with our store manager a few days before, and she had basically given him the information he needed to know when we had the most money at night and that the closed register always had money in it for the morning shift. She didn’t realize that I was a stickler for only having $30 at my register the majority of the time when I worked overnight.

Some Parents DIY Crafts. Then, There’s This Guy.

, , , , , , , | Learning | CREDIT: ligamentary | September 11, 2023

My good friend works in administration at a high school, and she’s had her share of stories over the years, but wow, is this one a rollercoaster.

The high school offers sex education every year as part of the mandatory health credit. Families are free to opt their kids out of sex-ed if they wish, but the kids still have to participate in the alternative health course offering. All of the students take the same introductory portion before splitting off into the classes for sex-ed and for those who have opted out. This initial section covers, among other things, the dynamics of a healthy relationship, including matters of consent.

Immediately after the first day, a father tried to remove his son from the class. It was explained to him that he couldn’t opt out of this portion.

[Father] was furious, posting these long rants on the town Facebook page, on the school’s parent portal, and I’m sure elsewhere about how the class was “political”, we were “shaming his son for being a man”, and it was up to the families to teach these private subjects so the school should stay out.

[Father] not only took issue with the lessons on habitually asking for consent but also those on the importance of discussing emotions freely, healthy division of labor between romantic partners, and avoiding sexual harassment.

This is how this guy began to develop a following. Parents would say they disagreed with him on almost everything he was spouting, but that they were in lockstep that it wasn’t the school’s place to teach kids about personal topics like relationships.

[Father] started camping outside of the building while his son’s section of the class was being taught and shouting his own theories and beliefs at kids as they walked into the building, even handing out a pamphlet he got from some junk website.

The school is set up as such so that it’s easy to be on a public thoroughfare but still within full view of a classroom, so they didn’t have legal grounds to send him packing.

His supporters would honk their horns or even occasionally stop by to bring him cold drinks and sandwiches. It was nuts.

Then, one day, toward the end of the non-optional portion of the class, they had a police officer come in to talk to everyone about how to report a sexual assault, how to know if you’ve been assaulted, and what to expect when you go to make your report, etc.

The officer’s own daughter was a student at the high school, so he was extra protective of the whole group. When he saw [Father] standing outside the building shouting about how mutual consent is for the weak, he wasted no time shoving him off.

This happened right outside of the main administrative building. The guy tried to argue.

Father: “I’m on public land. I have a right to be here and say whatever I want.”

And he started quoting some city ordinance thinking he’d really gotten one over on the veteran police officer. Nope. The officer wasted no time informing him:

Officer: “You are causing a disturbance. You can leave or I can remove you. You’ve got about ten seconds to decide.”

The officer watched [Father] get in his car to be sure he actually left, and apparently, the guy made a few more smart comments to him about how “The Blacks are right; there really are no good cops left these days.” Luckily, the officer didn’t let any of those gross comments provoke him and just said:

Officer: “Sir, everyone certainly has a right to hold their own opinions and express their views. But when and how you do it matters in the eyes of the law. You can’t shout, ‘Fire!’ in a crowded theater, and you can’t contradict teachers outside of their classrooms at the school. You hearing me?”

At first blush, [Father] was not hearing him because he drove off without response, and that story in and of itself spread like wildfire around town. However, for everyone who painted him as a laughing stock for making such a display, there was someone else who saw him as a hero fighting the system. And, it turns out, he was actually listening more closely to the officer’s warnings than any of us would’ve liked.

The optional sex-ed portion began the following week. This fool had begun placing Facebook ads — not the paid kind but just posting his own ads from his account — for HIS OWN SEX-ED CLASS. (Because he can say whatever he wants in the appropriate setting, right?)

What sort of negligent, a**-backward, head-in-the-sand kind of parent you have to be to let your child leave school in the middle of the day to attend, as he dubbed it, “Sex-Ed For REAL MEN” inside the house of a stranger, a private citizen unaffiliated with the school, is beyond me.

But the group who’d begun to follow his whole campaign and support him online and such was all for it, and they actually deliberately sent their kids to him.

To be fair, he did advertise it as being totally non-sexual in nature, with his big driver being that those discussions should be left to the parents, and he was offering a class that covered “traditional morals, values, and chivalry” promising to “take us back to the good old days.”

He also had plenty of stuff about how his taxes pay the school’s salary, so if enough people made their preferences clear, the faculty would have to fall in line and stop “disseminating harmful materials.”

As far as we knew, this guy had a job, so he must’ve taken considerable time off to make this happen. A significant chunk of the male students (about a fifth) withdrew in favor of “Sex-Ed For REAL MEN” — some satirically more so than seriously, but still, even one was too many in my book regardless of reasoning.

My friend and her coworkers managed to get their hands on a copy of a portion of the “syllabus” that was leaked. It covered things like “the man’s and woman’s role in the relationship” and “what’s appropriate after how many dates/rounding the bases”, and some random survival skills training was mixed in, as well (grouped under “making yourself desirable”).

As this was going on, [Father] sent taunting letters to the school faculty letting them know how popular his class was and how great it was going, as though his son didn’t still have to continue attending there and [Father] didn’t have an ongoing relationship with the faculty — plus at least one more kid who hadn’t hit high school yet!

Whenever [Father] was on campus to watch his son in a game or just pick him up, he made a point of telling the faculty involved in health classes what a better job he was doing of teaching than they ever did and how he was saving the immoral world by righteously luring kids into his basement during school hours.

By the end of the semester, [Father] was genuinely expecting some sort of white flag from the high school’s side.

When the school called [Father] in for a meeting, he was all set to gloat, and he even charitably (or so he thought) conceded that the people at school were “just doing their jobs” and couldn’t help that he was better at teaching than they were because he was working with fewer bureaucratic restrictions.

The faculty patiently listened to this — as he wouldn’t let them get a word in edgewise — before finally informing him that his son would need to take summer school because, while sex-ed was optional, the alternative (on-campus) course was required in its place.

This man was somehow shocked to learn that his son couldn’t just be pulled out of school mid-day every week for months.

The school explained that they’d sent letters home and called but had never heard back from [Father], which is why they were having this meeting (which was a fiasco to schedule in and of itself.)

Everyone guessed that he just didn’t open any letters from the school and didn’t bother listening to their messages.

So, [Father] started talking about how his son HAD taken a health class, and he had a right to teach his own son if he preferred, and on and on. They replied that if he wanted to home-school his son he was free to do so; however, he’d have to unenroll him from public school and register his son as a home-schooler. He could not switch between his own lessons and public school on a whim.

[Father] was enraged by this and felt wholly entitled to circumvent state regulations and even federal procedures in order to… well… basically do whatever he wanted.

He said his son would just fail health and that he took it as a badge of honor. The school said that was his prerogative; however, in that case, his son would not be promoted to the next grade level, as it was a required credit.

This REALLY blustered him, and he left. Then, after a few days of thinking about it, he informed the school in writing that he would be unenrolling his son and registering him somewhere else.

The school cheerfully informed him that would be fine, but he couldn’t enroll him as matriculating into the coming grade because they could not certify his passing until he completed all required credits for his current year.

A logistical note: the other students in “Sex-Ed For REAL MEN” were not facing summer school because their health class was scheduled at a separate time, so they took it in addition to the credit-bearing in-school alternative. Those in the same period block as his son just didn’t take this guy’s class, or they withdrew from it to return to school after receiving the first notice home.

So, now, unfortunately, [Father]’s son is bearing the weight of his entitled parent’s poor choices. But not alone! School bus service is significantly decreased during summer school, so from what I understand, his father will have to wake up early every day to drive him in.

No Neglected Post On His Watch!

, , , , , | Legal | September 7, 2023

This is another story about my colleague, Peter, the special man who works for the Swiss police. I wrote this story.

We have learned more about Peter. Peter is very intelligent and knows all of our procedures, even if they have nothing to do with his job. He lives alone and can drive. He is still mostly non-verbal and strongly prefers sign language. A police officer at another station has volunteered to translate when it is complex.

Peter is motivated by a strong sense of duty, even if something isn’t in his job description. This explains his actions in this story. When the post arrives, Peter greets the postman (in English, of course), sorts the post for each department, and leaves it for the departments to collect. Normally, they collect it.  

Peter: “Hallo, Professor Post! Happy Thursday!”

Postman: *In English* “Hello, Peter! Here is the post.”

A certain corporal works in a team responsible for a small nearby town— shoplifting, graffiti, and so on. This corporal approaches me.

Corporal: “Peter was rude. He marched into my office, shouted, ‘You take post!’, slammed it on my desk, and walked off.”

Me: “That’s unusual. Let me know if it happens again.”

The next day, the same thing happens. The next week, several lieutenants have seen Peter get frustrated about the mail for [Small Town Team] — no other mail, just that team’s. He has been pestering them at every chance.

Lieutenant: “Is there something wrong here?”

Me: “Maybe. I will find out.”

I email Peter in German.

Me: “Hey, Peter. How is it going with the post for [Small Town Team]?”

He replies in English.

Peter: “Bad. Complicated. [Officer] helps.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

My phone rings later.

Officer: “Hi, I am [Officer]. I speak German Sign Language, and Peter has asked me to translate from German Sign Language to German.”

Me: “Right… Hey, Peter, did you borrow a police officer who knows sign language?”

Peter: “Ja!”

Me: “Okay, Peter… I don’t know where you found them, but return them to the library. Thank you, [Officer]. I am listening.”

Officer: “The lieutenant responsible for [Small Town] used to check his post every day. Then, he went off work because his mother died. After that, the post for [Small Town] wasn’t collected.”

Me: “But Peter only sorts the mail. Why is this still his problem?”

Officer: “Because we serve the Swiss people and nobody else has dealt with it.”

Me: “People, huh? There are corporals in that team working without their lieutenant.”

Officer: “Peter can see that the post for [Small Town] has not been collected. That means that nobody else is dealing with this. A resident of [Small Town] has been charged with assault and must appear in court on [date]. A police officer needs to deliver this summons to their apartment. What if we don’t do this?”

Me: “…the defendant won’t be in court, and the judge will want to know why? From us?”

Officer: “Yes. We will have to explain to the judge why we did not inform the defendant that he had to appear in court. We had the summons, but we did nothing about it. That’s our problem, and Peter knows that.”

Me: “I knew he was dedicated, but…”

Officer: “Basically, he harassed senior police officers until he saw somebody deal with it. He doesn’t care whether it is in his job description. Peter won’t take the risk that they won’t assault somebody else or lose their right to be informed of the charges. Contact me anytime.”

Those with managerial responsibility were reminded to arrange cover for posts. We now ask Peter whenever he gets annoyed about the post. Peter says he knows the situation with [Suspect], but he says he isn’t allowed to tell us.

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