My sister and I have gone horseback riding and have just returned back to the stables. My sister is in front of me and I start to notice that her saddle is sliding.

Me: “Excuse me! Her saddle is sliding!”

The instructors quickly notice and begin to shout directions at my sister.

Instructors: “Lean left! Try and counteract the saddle going right! Lean to your left!”

Despite the fact that my sister is over the age of twenty, she still struggles with her left and right; she leans to the right, causing her to fall into a giant pile of horse poop. However, she has not let go of the reins, trying to remain upright.

Instructors: “Let go of the reins immediately!”

The horse has become spooked and I can tell the instructors are worried about the horse striking my sister. My sister, however, has other worries.

Sister: “But I don’t want to go further into the poop.”

Instructors: “LET GO!”

Thankfully, my sister wasn’t hurt, but she was an absolute stinky mess. They refunded us for our ride and we could tell that they were panicking about us suing them. We are not that type of family, however, and accepted the refund. The only problem was that our parents were late picking us up, so we had to walk a bit back to our campground with her covered in s***. Once they finally came, she was forced to ride in the trunk and throw away her clothes.

I’m training a new coworker on register when a woman comes up and places her order, business as usual. I give the woman her total, and instead of reaching into a pocket or a purse, she digs into the front of her underwear, pulling them down to the point that both my coworker and I have a clear view of her private areas, and pulls out a card.

Our card reader faces the customer, so my coworker and I don’t have to touch it to process the transaction. We finish it in complete silence, and then we see a repeat performance as the woman clearly wedges the card back into place and then goes to wait for her order.

Trainee: “Uh…”

Me: “You see some weird stuff at this job. Just be glad she didn’t try to pay cash.”

My coworker was clearly horrified, so I quickly explained that we are allowed to refuse service in a case like that, and that I just meant that it was a pain trying to delicately explain to a customer that we couldn’t take their panty-money.

I am working as a cashier when a middle-aged man comes to the till. I am sixteen years old.

Customer: “I’ve got a date later.”

Me: “That’s nice.”

Customer: “This is all stuff for my date. I don’t know what she’s into.”

The man has condoms, razor blades, and a single large cucumber in his basket.

Me: *Laughs nervously* “Well, good luck!”

Customer: “If we don’t hit it off, I’ll come and take you out at the end of your shift. You look like you need a good time!”

The rest of the transaction went normally, and he bounced away, never to be seen again. I assume his date went well.

This happened recently at our local grocery store during the health crisis.

This store has been great at protecting staff and customers. You must wear a mask in the store, they sanitize the carts and belts between customers, and the cashiers stand behind plastic barriers.

The other day, I was waiting in line behind another customer. The customer left and I noticed the cashier didn’t wipe down the belt.

Okay, no big deal; we all forget sometimes. I loaded my stuff anyway and moved up to pay.

I noticed the cashier had the sniffles. Umm, okay, maybe it’s allergies. I have them, too.

We got to the last of my stuff. The cashier started pulling on her mask and then kept touching my stuff without using sanitizer. I started getting a little concerned.

She scanned the last of my stuff, and then she pulled her mask down to her chin, coughed into her hand, and then reached over to the belt to move an open bag of grapes that an older man had placed on the belt behind my stuff. Then, with the same hand, she grabbed my receipt and tried to hand it to me.

Yeah, I definitely did not take my receipt that day. I usually don’t sanitize my groceries, but I did that day. I’m sorry about the older guy behind me if the cashier was really sick. I haven’t seen her since.

I’m washing my hands in an airport bathroom and there’s a sink closest to the door which is completely filled with water. There’s a sign on the wall saying, “Sink broken, management aware. Sorry for the inconvenience.” Seeing that this sink clearly won’t work, I use one of the other nine available sinks. 

As I’m drying my hands, I see another patron walk up to the broken sink, look at the sign, and then dunk his hands in the stagnant water and then walk out without even trying to look for some soap or drying his hands.

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