(I’m a hostess at a well-known restaurant chain. One of my coworkers who was hired at the same time as I was consistently acts superior and treats the other workers like it’s their responsibility to get everything done.)

Me: “Hey, can you fix these menus? We only have two left. I’m going to do a table check.”

(My coworker nods, and I quickly walk around the restaurant. When I get back, he’s on his phone, and the menus are next to him, still out of order.)

Me: “Why didn’t you organize the menus?”

Coworker: “Oh, that’s your job. I’m coordinating.”

Me: “But you’re not doing anything right now.”

Coworker: “But I’m not supposed to do menus.”

Me: “Are you kidding me? [Coworker #2] and I are running all over the restaurant taking care of customers, and you can’t even put the menus back together?”

(My coworker glared at me and then went back to his game. For the rest of the night, I fixed the menus, seated customers, grabbed silverware and new menus, answered the phone, and opened the door while he was “coordinating.”)

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(I’m with my husband eating dinner in an almost empty restaurant when a family of five walks in. The youngest, a girl about 17 or 18, is wearing a wrist brace and getting ribbed by her older brothers for being a klutz.)

Girl: “At least I can actually serve a volleyball.”

Brother #1: “At least I can actually serve a volleyball without spraining my wrist.”

Girl: “Hey, it was still an ace.”

Brother #2: “You can’t even be taken out in public without hurting yourself.”

Girl: “Daddy! Tell him I can.”

Dad: “Leave her alone, boys.”

(The boys settle down, and the girl proves she can function just fine with just one hand. After the meal, she’s all smiles again and joking with her brothers while reaching for her bag under the table.)

Girl: “See? I told you guys you can take me out in public. I—whoa!” *falls off chair*

(Her brothers are dying of laughter while the rest of the restaurant tries not to laugh. I expect the girl to be mortified, but she gets up laughing harder than anyone.)

Girl: “Okay, but I think I get points for style on that one.”

Waiter: “Ten for being cute.”

(She beams while her brothers grow serious, but she brushes them off as easily as the fall and walks out of the restaurant with her head held high.)

(I’m meeting my boyfriend, his identical twin, and a group of our friends out for dinner. When I arrive, there is only one seat left, next to one of the twins. It’s extremely hard to tell the twins apart. I go to pull out my seat when the twin sitting next to me stands to pull it out for me.)

Twin: “Here you go.”

Me: “Okay, I might be special but I’m not that special. My boyfriend couldn’t even save me a seat, and I have to sit next to his brother?”

(Everyone looks at me like I’m crazy as I stare at my boyfriend who is sitting across the table from where I am going to sit. After a second the twins switch spots and my boyfriend places a kiss on my cheek when we take our seats.)

Friend #1: “How did you know it was [brother], not [boyfriend]?”

Friend #2: “Yeah, I was calling them the wrong names until you got here.”

Friend #3: “How did you do that?”

Me: “Because [boyfriend] wouldn’t pull out my chair for me. He’s too big of an a**hole.”

(I am at lunch with my mother and grandparents.)

Grandma: “Don’t forget, we have papers in the car, and something for [me].”

Grandpa: “What?”

Grandma: “What did we have for breakfast?”

Grandpa: “Oh! A d-o-n-u-t.”

Me: “Grandpa, I’m 26. And an English major.”

(My boyfriend and I were supposed to do something this night but I had to cancel due to another dinner. I am at the restaurant with my guest, where I see my boyfriend approaching me, looking mad.)

Boyfriend: “So this is why you couldn’t do dinner tonight you’re cheating on me?”

Me: “No, I’m here with…”

Boyfriend: *cutting me off* “Don’t lie to me. I’m not an idiot! How could you cheat on me? You just want in his pants don’t you? Am I not fulfilling enough for you?”

(He’s yelling at this point, and everyone in the restaurant is staring.)

Me: *blushing* “Please stop and let me explain, you don’t need to be so loud.”

Boyfriend: “I don’t need to be so loud? You’re cheating on me for heavens sake and you want me to be quiet?”

Me: “This is my older brother from out of town. Remember I told you he’d be in town this week?”

Brother: “Nice to meet you.”

(Let’s just say my boyfriend apologized about 100 times for that. But on the bright side on of the waitresses felt so bad she gave us free drinks!)