Don’t Want To Be In Their Shoes

| Gresham, OR, USA | Right | July 24, 2017

(My roommate works for a popular shoe store in a strip mall. Today an elderly woman came into the store and had a few questions for him.)

Customer: “Excuse me, sir?”

Roommate: “Hello, ma’am, what can I do for you today?”

Customer: “Do people in Africa wear shoes?”

Roommate: *stunned silence for a moment* “Er, yes, they wear shoes in Africa.”

Customer: “It just doesn’t seem like a custom they would recognize.” *returns to her shopping*

(He had to take his break early just to process what had happened!)

A Neurologically Atypical Display Of Understanding

, , , , , | Hopeless | July 22, 2017

My boys are three and eight and both have autism. My eight-year-old has ADHD and my three-year-old has ADD and severe speech delays.

After checking out at the meat counter of a small meat shop near our house I try to move to the main check out section. My eight-year-old is trying to run around the shop with our groceries and is struggling to stay next to me. My three-year-old launches himself out of the stroller and tries to race around the shop while screaming. I manage to get them both under control for a few minutes but our stroller gets stuck and the groceries spill all over.

A kind worker comes around from the meat counter and starts to chat with the boys while helping me pick up everything. Once the stroller is unstuck he asks if we want help to our car or the door. He manages to help keep my boys occupied and doesn’t bat an eye when they are acting out from what is deemed normal. He made us feel normal and welcomed. We always go there once a week for our meat and many small things we need because we are welcomed, and it’s a shop that my boys are careful in without me needing to hold them tightly against me.

It’s a wonderful feeling when people treat non-neurotypical kids the way they would treat neurotypical kids.

But It’s Cherry Coloured!

, , | Related | July 21, 2017

Customer: “Can this paint be eaten?”

Me: “No. It is not safe for consumption.”

Customer: “So I can’t give it to my daughter as a treat?”

Me: “No…”

Customer: “[HUSBAND]! SHE CAN’T HAVE IT! PUT IT ALL BACK. WE’LL GET HER AN ICE CREAM AND THAT GLUE SHE LIKES INSTEAD!” *to me* “Thank you so much for the help.”

(Her husband appeared for a few seconds with several litres of paint in a trolley. He didn’t look impressed.)

I’ll Buy One Internets

| Rochester, NY, USA | Right | July 20, 2017

(About an hour before close, with no one in the store, a group of customers walks down the aisle into my department as I am walking out. I return a few minutes later to find a fast food cup in the ground, spilled over a large area. I begin to clean it up, when one of the group appears.)

Customer #1: *holding a streaming media player* “Is this a hotspot?”

Me: “That’s a streaming device.”

Customer #1: “So I can watch Netflix on my TV?”

Me: “Yes, but you have to have a Wi-Fi connection first.”

(She walks off, and is replaced by another person from her group, asking the same question. I am still kneeling on the floor cleaning.)

Customer #2: “This will make wireless Internet?”

Me: “No, it is just a media player. You need a router, a few aisles over. I can’t leave here until I have this water cleaned up.”

Another person in their group, walking by: “Actually, it’s Sprite.”

(In the end, I was not able to help them, as they were looking for a “hotspot” that would give them wireless Internet without paying a cable company or cell phone provider.)

Won That Closing Argument

| Seattle, WA, USA | Working | July 20, 2017

(I’m a cashier watching the store’s self check-outs. As I’m also sales floor trained, it’s not unusual for me to be pulled to help the sales floor. The store has a second employee with the same name as me, with the same training. At 6:00 pm, the sales floor manager walks over.)

Manager: “Has anyone told you the game plan tonight?”

Me: “No?”

Manager: “We had a call-out, so we can use your help on the floor. Would you mind doing that?”

Me: “Sure! Oh, you are aware I’m off at eight, right?”

Manager: “That’s not what I was told? I was told you’re off at eleven.” *she checks her employee list*

Me: “No, but I did start at 11:30 this morning.” *realization hits* “Wait, are you looking at the right [My Name]?”


Manager: “No, I’m not.” *slinks away*

(I spent the rest of my shift on the lanes.)

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