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A collection of stories curated from different subreddits, adapted for NAR.

Parents Paying For Their Children’s Food? Whatever Next!

, , , , , | Right | CREDIT: muffy2008 | October 28, 2020

We’re fifteen minutes to close and a group of seven come in: two mothers and five kids between them. The kids are between eight and fifteen years old, I’d say. Old enough that they can eat their own meal.

Mother #1: “We only have [amount] of dollars to spend.”

Each mother orders a meal, and two kids’ meals total for the five children to split.

Mother #2: “This will be enough, because of the unlimited breadsticks you guys do.”

I feel bad for the children, so I go to my manager and explain. She also feels bad for the children and tells me we can help. I return to the family:

Me: “The restaurant will provide kids’ meals on the house for the other three kids so they can all have their own meal.”

At hearing this both moms cancel the two kids’ meals they had ordered, and order an alcoholic drink instead.

Mother #1: “You’re covering the five kids’ meals, right?”

Me: “No, the offer was three, because they had already ordered two.”

I told my manager and she said to let it go. However, I ended up being able to cancel the drinks. In the state I live in, you can’t order drinks after the restaurant is closed, and because they came in so close to closing time, the POS system wouldn’t let me ring them in anymore by the time everything had been discussed.

What a**hole parents.

And of course, you know they stiffed me.

Making A Total Boop Of Yourself

, , , | Right | CREDIT: Anonymous By Request | October 28, 2020

I am working the register when a customer comes up with a refund and a new purchase. Where I work, they have to be done on separate transactions.

I am in the middle of entering her return receipt info manually because it won’t scan. She knows this was what I am doing, because I told her.

While typing away I see her hand, with the product in it, slowly reach through the hole in my protective barrier, towards my scanner. Surely she’s not going to… 


She has scanned her first item. She’s reaching for the next one. It’s messing up my manual entry.

I’m trying not to laugh.

Me: “Uh, I’m not… on the right screen for that. But thanks?”

The poor lady shrinks into herself, embarrassed. I guess she just wanted to be helpful?

It’s Not Enough That Everything Has To TASTE Like Chicken…

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: ashleyo332 | October 27, 2020

The grocery store I work at makes rotisserie chickens. We package them whole and they sit in a heated display. A customer comes up to me.

Customer: “This smells funny.”

Okay, maybe it’s the heated plastic smell from the packaging?

Me: “What does it smell like?”

Customer: “It… it smells like… chicken!”

I stare at her for way too long before my brain manages to blurt out:

Me: “Ma’am, it is a chicken.”

She just chuckles and puts it back!

My coworkers tease me the rest of the day, coming up to the display and saying the salami smells like salami and the sandwiches like sandwiches…

There’s No App For This Level Of Entitlement

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: notsaeegavas | October 27, 2020

Me: Hi, thank you for calling the [Company] service desk, how can I help you?”

Caller: “Hi, my husband and I are scavengers and find things that we can fix up and sell. I found an iPad on the side of the road. It looks like it’s brand new and hasn’t been set up. It looks like it’s managed by [Company]. Can you remove the software that manages this device?”

Me: “Unfortunately, this is not something that I can do as that software is installed specifically to keep our information safe, and therefore, we are unable to remove this software.”

Caller: “But I need to get into the iPad.”

Me: “Do you work for [Company]?”

Caller: “No…”

Me: “Then I cannot help you. This number is for [Company] employees only.”

Caller: *Angry* “But I need to get into this iPad!”

Me: “Okay, and how did you find the iPad?”

Caller: “Someone threw it away, along with their backpack and laptop and some other items that have the [Company] name on it, as well as the person’s name that this belongs to.”

At this point, I am a little confused because who “throws away” their backpack with their work belongings in it? I’m currently thinking that this was stolen by this caller, so I try to get the name of who this belongs to.

Me: “Okay, can I get the person’s name so that I can reach out to them and confirm what has happened?”

Caller: “No.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Caller: “No, I cannot give you their name, I just need to get into this iPad.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I cannot do that. It sounds like this device was lost or stolen. I need to get the name of the person that appears on those items.”

Caller: “I told you, it was thrown away, they don’t need it anymore. Just remove the software already! Your story is bull-s***. Someone threw this away. You need to be responsible. Somebody threw away a perfectly good iPad. What are you going to do to make this right?”

Me: “Nothing? Like I said, I am unable to do anything here. I’m sorry. Even if someone did throw this away, we have well over 10,000 employees.”

Caller: “That’s bull-s***. You need to take responsibility. This is a perfectly good computer! Throwing it away is hurting the environment! [Company] needs to be responsible for this! To make this right, you’re going to get me into this iPad so that I can keep it and use it for myself!”

Me: “That still isn’t happening.”

Caller: “Listen here you little s***! This is not okay; you are responsible for this! You need to make this right! Your employee threw it away!”

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t even work for [Company].”

Caller: “Yes you do! You said that this is the [Company] service desk!”

Me: “That is correct, ma’am, however, I work for [Tech Company]. [Company] just contracts us out to do their IT for them.”

Caller: “You’re lying! You just made that up just to not give me the information! Give me the information now or else I’ll be talking to your manager! [Company] is going to go down when they see how poorly they care for the environment!”

Me: “Whatever lady, you’re being incredibly rude and I don’t need to be talked to this way. Have a nice day.” *Click*

She calls back a few times. I informed my teammates and the security team what had happened.

She was contacted by our security team, and they were able to arrange a pickup with her. She was noted to be nasty and vile in the security report as well.

 We ended up getting the assets but she wanted some sort of reward for her doings. According to the report, she apparently looked tweaked out so it’s likely that this was a stolen item.

Ah, Fathers, Part 7

, , , , | Right | CREDIT: Skillet_2003 | October 27, 2020

It’s the end of the day on Friday. Camp normally ends at 3 pm, the counselors leave at 3:15 pm, and my boss will stay with the kids in aftercare until the last kid gets picked up at around 6 pm.

However, on Fridays, the counselors all stay late to clean up, usually until around five or six. The kids in aftercare just play by themselves, or we put on some cartoons. My boss usually plays with them, but as mentioned, Friday is clean-up day. We are all cleaning up, and slowly the parents of kids in aftercare are trickling in to pick their kids up.

Two of the boys have the same model lunchbox. A dad comes to pick up his son, and goes to get his lunchbox from the table. He picks it up, marches up to my boss:

Father: “This is NOT my kid’s lunch box.”

Boss: “I’m sorry. We had another kid this week who had the same lunchbox. I guess that’s his lunchbox you’re holding.”

Father: *Scoffs.* “Obviously. Now get my kid’s lunchbox back.”

He starts to walk out with the other kid’s lunchbox. My boss rushes forward.

Boss: “Uh… I can call his parents, but I’m going to need you to leave his lunchbox here.”

Father: “Um… no. They have my kid’s lunchbox, I have theirs. This is my insurance I get my kid’s lunchbox back. I will give it back when they give me my kid’s one back. I’ll wait for them to come here.”

My boss is flabbergasted. All the counselors are listening, but pretending not to so we don’t get involved.

Boss: “Well, it might be a while to get a hold of the parents; they only left five minutes ago, so they could still be driving and not pick up the phone.”

Father: “Well then. I’m not waiting. I’m leaving. You have my address, I give you my permission to give them my address and they can come to my house and make the exchange.”

Boss: “I can’t let you leave premises with another kid’s property”

Father:Why not? You let that family leave with my kid’s property?”

Boss: “That was an accident. I can’t knowingly let you leave with that lunchbox.”

Father: “You guys are lucky I’m not calling the cops!”

Boss: “I’m sorry?”

Father: “Your negligence let another family steal my kid’s lunchbox!”

Boss: *A little upset.* “Sir. Mistakes happen. Again, I apologize for this inconvenience, but there was no crime committed here.”

This goes on for a few minutes.

Boss: “Alright, sir, I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, would you mind signing your son out?”

My boss hands the father a pen and a clipboard with the sign-out sheet. To sign it, the father has to set the lunchbox down on the table. While he’s signing out, my boss quietly takes the lunchbox and sets it safely behind him. The father never notices. Then, he checks the contact list, and calls the other boy’s parents.

Boss: “Hi [Other Parent’s Name], this is [Boss’s Name] from camp. I believe I have your son’s lunchbox here… Yeah, he and another kid had the same lunchbox, so you probably have his… No worries! When do you think you’ll be able to drop it off?… Oh… Really?… Uh huh… No worries. See you shortly. Bye.”

He turns and looks at the father and speaks in an impressively calm voice.

Boss: “They will be back shortly to pick up their son’s lunchbox, but they do not have your son’s lunchbox. Their son just forgot to grab his.”

It’s so silent, you can hear a pin drop. The other counselors and I freeze for a second, but managed to keep the facade of “we’re just working here, don’t mind us.”

The father freezes for a moment, unsure of what to do. I can see the little gears turning in his head. He comes to his epic conclusion:

Father: “Well then it MUST be HERE!”


He starts tearing around the room, looking everywhere from the lunchbox table, to the play area, to the game shelves, to the office where the kids aren’t even allowed in, everywhere. Mind you, we had been cleaning up, and so everything “was” very neat and tidy – emphasis on the word “was.” 

While this is going on, my boss decides a different strategy. While the father is dismantling the last hour of cleaning and tidying, my boss crouches down next to the boy. During all this, he had just been quietly playing with some toys.

Boss: “Hey buddy. Do you remember where you put your lunchbox?”

The boy nods.

Boss: “Where is it?”

Boy: “On the kitchen table.”

Everything… stopped. The other counselors and I couldn’t maintain our indifferent facade any longer. We just froze, half of us staring at the boy, the other half glaring at his father.

My boss probably one of the most chill, funniest, silliest teachers/counselors you could find. Absolutely perfect for a job like this. However, when he stood up, there was a look on his face I had never seen before. Gone was the silliness. Gone was the fun. Also gone was the tolerance for this father. In the most deadly calm voice that practically shouted anything but calm, he says:

Boss: “Your son says his lunchbox is on the kitchen table. In your house. He says he never brought the lunch box to camp today. The lunchbox. isn’t. here.”

The father once again freezes. His face goes white, then red. He stutters for a bit, before turning to his son.

Father: “Now look at this! You’ve made me look stupid.”

It was at that moment I lost all little remaining respect for this guy. It was also the moment I felt bad for his son. Throughout the week, he had been… a less-than-stellar camper. He’d thrown tantrums, was entitled, didn’t follow the rules very well, etc. All frustration I had for him was replaced by pity. He had been raised in a house where his father’s mistakes and actions led to him being blamed. He had been raised by a man so entitled he would throw tantrums over a child’s lunchbox.

My boss manages to put a stop to that quickly by just stepping behind them and non-physically urging them towards the door. The father doesn’t get the memo. I still have some hope that the father would apologize? Nope. Time for small talk.

Father: “So… you in college?”

Boss: “Yes…”

Father: “What are you studying?”

Boss: “I’m getting my Master’s in Elementary Education.”

Father: “Oh, cool. What’s that like?”

Boss: “Great. We learn how to deal with childhood behavior all the time such as exploration of the world, strengthening communication skills, tantrums…”

He puts emphasis on the last part. The father finally got the hint and walked out.

I want to emphasize that the boy did eat that day! We later learned he had bought his lunch with him in a disposable container.

Ah, Fathers, Part 6
Ah, Fathers, Part 5
Ah, Fathers, Part 4
Ah, Fathers, Part 3
Ah, Fathers, Part 2