Back Up The Backup Of The Backup’s Backup

, , , , | Working | November 1, 2018

(My brother’s external hard drive has crashed/malfunctioned. We take it back into the store to see if they can repair it, recover the data, or get a refund. This is before cloud storage is a common, affordable backup option.)

Brother: “This hard drive isn’t working anymore, and I was wondering if you could fix it or recover the data I had stored on it.”

Salesperson: “We’ll see what we can do, but remember, you should always have a backup of your data!”

Brother: “Well, this was my backup of the information stored on my computer.”

Salesperson: “Yes, well, you should always have a backup just in case!”

Brother: *to me* “Does she expect everyone to have a never-ending chain of backup hard drives for their backup hard drives?”

(Luckily, despite not being able to repair it, the store issued us a refund and let us keep the drive. We found someone else to extract the data from it!)

Christianity Is Still Transitioning

, , , , , | Right | October 28, 2018

(I’m a 21-year-old transgirl living in Cape Town, and I work for a chain store as a cashier. In every aspect, I look like a typical brunette white girl, except for my voice, which is somewhat deeper and far more raspy. I can’t change it much, no matter how much I’ve tried. Because of often negative opinions on LGBT people in South Africa, I keep it to myself. I know English, Swedish, and Afrikaans.)

Me: “Hoe gaan dit met jou?”

Customer: “I don’t speak that!”

Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am!”

Customer: “Are… are you futa?”

(“Futa” is short for “futanari,” a type of Japanese chick-with-a-d*** porn.)

Me: “No, I’m not.”

Customer: “Why your voice so deep, then?”

Me: “Laryngitis as a girl, ma’am.”

Customer: “Well, I think you are futa. You are boy!”

(My female Xhosa coworker comes over.)

Coworker: “Is there a problem, ma’am?”

Customer: “Yes! Why this boy look like a girl?”

Coworker: “Because she is a girl.”

Customer: “Humph!”

Me: “Have a great day!”

Customer: “Bye, [trans slur]. And f*** you, you [racial slur]! I’m a Christian! F*** you! God hates you!” *storms off*

Every Racist Bone In His Body

, , , , | Right | October 19, 2018

(I am a manager at a particular restaurant with very high after-church trade. A well dressed fella enters, making it known to all that he’s the pastor of a local church. After sitting down, having a drink, and ordering a meal; he calls me over.)

Customer: ‘Go tell one of those [awful racist slur] to dig in the bin for bones for my dog.”

Me: *shocked* “Excuse me? One of those whats?”

Customer: *repeats racial slur and points at one of the waiters* “One of those things!”

Me: “Here we refer to people who deliver your food as waiters, not that. We don’t tolerate hate speech.”

Customer: “Well, just tell it to get me bones!”

Me: “Tell HER, and she has a name. You won’t like this but her job is not digging in dustbins and I neither can nor will I insist that she digs in bins. If you want bones, you’re welcome to get them yourself.”

Customer: “I’m a pastor and a customer! If I want a [racist slur] to dig in a bin for me, you damn well will make it happen.”

Me: “Sir, whatever you think of her is up to you. However, she is a human being, she WILL be treated with respect. I believe you might enjoy dining elsewhere. Please leave.”

Customer: “F*** you! You’re nothing but a [racist slur] lover. I’m reporting you.”

Me: “Be my guest. Goodbye.”

(Next day I got a call from head office. Turned out he did report me. Sadly for him, instead of a reprimand, they were well chuffed he got kicked out. The service agent he called also heard countless slurs used.)

Something’s Fishy With This Pensioner

, , , | Right | October 6, 2018

(I work at a fish and chips shop, and our special includes a pensioners’ fish and chips at a cheap price. A customer walks in.)

Customer: “I’m a pensioner, and I want one of your pensioners’ calamari and chips, please.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, the pensioners’ special only offers fish and chips, no calamari.”

(The customer goes on a rant saying he always comes here and always orders the calamari special. I show him on the menu a 1/4 calamari and chips for the same price.)

Me: “Is this the one you are looking for?”

Customer: “No! It’s the one with the calamari, fish and chips special!”

(My coworker and I are slightly confused, so I ask my coworker to handle him because I am getting irritated. My coworker sits him down gives him a menu. After a while, after I finish with another customer at the till, my coworker walks towards me rolling her eyes.)

Me: “What did he order?”

Coworker: “The same d*** thing that you showed him on the menu.”

Me: “The 1/4 calamari with chips?”

Coworker: “Yes, that one.”

(We both shook our heads.)

Gonna Put Them Down As Slightly Against It

, , , , | Right | October 5, 2018

(I work at a market research centre where we call people and do surveys. At the moment we’re doing ones on behalf of the local government about nuclear energy. It’s a pretty touchy topic with some people, as it’s about storing nuclear waste.)

Me: “Hi. My name is [My Name] from [Company]. The local government has commissioned us to get the views and opinions of the public on the nuclear industry. Would you be able to share your opinions?”

Resident: “No, I will f****** well not! I am totally against the government wasting their money to pay you to call us up to ask stupid questions! They should be spending that money on more health care for us!”

(At this stage, I go, “Thank you very much, then. Bye,” and hang up, but I am near the end of my tether.)

Me: “Sir, it’s just getting your opinions on the nuclear industry—”

Resident: “Well, I don’t f****** agree with it! They’re going to put it on our land and not even bother consulting us about it!”

Me: “Sir, that is the purpose of these surveys—”

Resident: “Oh, I don’t need a f****** high and mighty university student telling me what to do! A waste of f****** money, you are. You want to hear my opinion? The nuclear industry is a crock of s*** and they should be consulting with us! That’s my opinion! Tell the government that!”

Me: “Sir, if you don’t do the survey, then your opinion in this matter doesn’t count because I have no way to record it. And also, by doing these surveys, the government is trying to consult with you.”

Resident: “It f****** well better count! I have rights and I will be heard! The f****** government should get its head out of its a** and give more funding to us, ‘cause we need it more! And stop paying stuck up b****es like you to call us up for f****** surveys or whatever.”

Me: “Once again, your opinion does not matter since you’re refusing to take part in the survey. I’ve had enough of you. Good day.”

(I could hear him start to violently protest when I hung up. I’m glad I don’t work for commission and know I have the right to hang up if I wish.)

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