Disabling Your Child’s Chances Of Understanding

| ON, Canada | Friendly | January 24, 2016

(My husband and I have had an awful year. Prior to this happening, he almost died from life-threatening complications and had to have surgery that would save his life, but rendered him paralyzed from the waist down. Since he was already legally blind and had a heart condition on top of this, this was a huge blow to his independence, something he always prided himself on. We’re also quite young, in our twenties, so people assume he’s my patient and I’m a support worker and not husband and wife. On this day, I’ve had to wheel him to our post office so he can sign for an important parcel, since the post office won’t let me do it for him. We pass by a mother and her young daughter on our way in. They move to let us by.)

Me: “Thank you!”

Husband: “Thank you very much!”

Daughter: *once our backs are turned* “Mommy, why is that boy in a wheelchair?”

Mother: *unsure of what to say* “Because… because he wants to be!”

(I turned to give her a dirty look, but she and her daughter were already on their way, rather hastily. I wish they would have waited around because I would have loved to tell them no one, no matter what age or circumstance or even how used to it they are, ‘wants’ to be in a wheelchair. I just hope she doesn’t offend another disabled person with that kind of comment again.)

Going Postal For The Holidays

| Baytown, TX, USA | Working | December 25, 2015

(I receive a notice that I have a few packages ready for pick up at the post office. I hand the slips to the postal worker, and he comes back with two out of three packages.)

Postal Worker: “I don’t have this package.”

Me: “Okay, it says pick up here. Is it maybe at another location?”

Postal Worker: *sigh* “Let me check the computer.”

(He is gone about 10 minutes.)

Postal Worker: “I can’t find the package. The computer says it’s here, but I can’t find it.”

Me: “Ok… so what should I do?”

Postal Worker: “Look behind me. There are hundreds of packages. I can’t find it right now.”

Me: “Okay, so what should I do?”

Postal Worker: *stares at me* “I… CAN’T… FIND IT!”

Me: “I get it, but what should I do? Come back?”

Postal Worker: “Yeah, probably after Christmas.”

Me: “Okay, it’s a week before Christmas and this is actually a Christmas gift. So I need you guys to find it.”

Postal Worker: “Yeah, we have hundreds of packages. That’s not going to happen.”

(I go on to get a supervisor who is just as unhelpful. It is now four days after Christmas, they never found my package, and I’m out of luck because it wasn’t insured.)

Keeping Your Work Sharp Over Christmas

| Bletchley, England, UK | Working | December 24, 2015

(I work for Royal Mail at Christmas as a casual worker. Due to the sheer number of Amazon parcels to sort (there were hundreds of thousands) my coworkers and I are pulled off sorting to help put packages into trolleys (known as yorks) so that the work can keep flowing.)

Manager: “Right, we need these parcels sorted out as soon as possible so if you lot can get them into the yorks and over to primary sorting that would extremely helpful!”

Coworker #1: “Uh, [Manager], how are we to get them open when the shipping boxes have been sealed with plastic wrap?”

Manager: “Ah, that is why I have these.” *he brandishes four pairs of scissors at us* “These should be able to help you.”

Coworker #2: *in a tone of mock seriousness* “All right, [Manager], put down the scissors. We’ll do the work!”

Package Aggressive

, | Pembroke, NC, USA | Friendly | December 10, 2015

(It’s the end of the semester, so I’m in the on-campus post office to mail my (much cheaper) online rented textbooks back. I’m at the counter, waiting for another girl to finish with the packing tape.)

Me: “Excuse me; can I get that tape when you’re done with it?”

Girl: “Ugh.”

(She yanks my box out of my hands, slams it on the counter, and proceeds to tape it shut and tape down the shipping label in a really aggressive, sloppy way.)

Me: “Uh, I didn’t mean—”


Probably Thinks The Netherlands Is Neverland

| The Bronx, NY, USA | Working | October 15, 2015

(I’m at the post office to pick up a package. I’m already irritated about having stood in line for almost an hour. I have my slip and ID, which is an Icelandic passport.)

Post Office Dude: “Iceland?”

Me: “Yes.”

Post Office Dude: *stares at passport* “That’s a place?

Me: *irritated* “Yes, it’s my home country.”

Post Office Dude: “Oh… like Greenland?”

Me: “NO! Iceland!”

Post Office Dude: *shrugs and goes to get package*

Page 5/13First...34567...Last
« Previous
Next »