I volunteer at a community sponsored volunteer based tv station. We are filming a AA hockey game. I am filming the commentators from across the arena, but they currently cut to an interview of one of the players

Note: I have a noise cancelling headset on and am listening to my director through them

A women taps me on the shoulder and startles making my camera pan to the left. I hurriedly fix it before my director yells at me and lift up one of the headset ears

Me: Yes?

Women: my son is being interviewed (points to my camera’s viewfinder when we can see what’s being played on TV at home). Can I borrow your headset to listen?

Me: Sorry I need to listen to my director through them

Women: But it’s my son

Me: I’m very sorry. You can watch it on our website and it’s on channel XX

Women crosses her arms and walks away

When my director asked me why I panned right I told him what happened and everyone in the truck had a good laugh

I value my job more then a 2 minute interview where the hockey player is asked what type of music the team listens to in the change room (Ps. It’s 21 Savage)

I work for a major sports team at their stadium. A common request from diehard fans is to have their ashes scattered on the playing field after they pass. The team’s policy is to deny such requests.

One day, a small plane flies over the stadium and a container is seen falling from the plane onto the roof and bouncing off. The plane is from a company that contracts with families to scatter cremains at about 1,500 feet in the air, usually over the water or up in the mountains. In this case, the drop mechanism malfunctioned, and rather than scattering the cremains into the air, the whole container dropped off the plane.

Since everybody is very jumpy about potential terrorism, someone calls 911 and the fire department calls for a complete hazmat response: suspicious white powder dropped from a low-flying plane.

The stadium is completely evacuated and the streets around the stadium are blocked off for several hours, all because of some ashes!

I work at a go-kart track. I just started my shift and a lady is my first customer. I always ask customers if they plan on doing more than one activity since they can get package deals and save money.

Customer: “I would like two for the classic track.”

Me: “Okay, is that all you plan on doing?”

Customer: “I don’t know, why?”

Me: “We have multiple ride package deals to save money that are displayed here.”

I point to the giant flat-screen above me and the sign printed on the counter. The customer was nice but suddenly becomes furious.

Customer: “Why wasn’t I told this before?! Can I get the discount now?”

Me: “I’m sorry, we can’t do that; the package can’t apply to previous purchases. I’m sorry if someone else didn’t mention them, but they displayed.”

Customer: “Fine! Whatever, you guys are f****** terrible salespeople.”

I give her the two tickets and have her sign for her card payment. There is usually always a pen on the counter. 

Customer: “Um, I need a pen to sign for this! You must be their f****** star employee here! I bet you get employee of the month all the d*** time!”

Me: “Yes, I do! Thank you for appreciating my hard work!”

The customer scoffs and leaves. 

Coworker: “What was up with her? She was so nice when I helped her.”

Me: “…”

I’m playing in my kids’ league soccer game in Omaha. Omaha is in tornado alley, and during the game, we can see the skies starting to change. My father, who has noticed and is listening to the radio, comes out during a break in the game to talk to the referee.

Father: “There’s been a tornado warning issued. Perhaps we should stop the game.”

Referee: “Nah. The weather is still good. We’ll keep playing.”

We continue playing, and a bit later, my father comes out again.

Father: “It’s been upgraded to a tornado watch.”

Referee: “Is it for this area?”

Father: “No, but it is nearby.”

Referee: “Then we’re going to keep playing.”

And we continue to play. Finally, my father comes out for a third time.

Father: “They say it’s coming this way.”

FINALLY, they stopped the game.

(We are at the States Tennis Tournament for high school sports. We are watching a boys doubles match, and the opponents, who are supposed to be brothers, don’t exactly look it. A Guy Friend decides to bring it up, and is talking quite loudly.)
Guy Friend: “They don’t look like brothers.”
Other Friend: “They’re supposed to be.”
Guy Friend: “Coach said they have different mothers and same father.”
Other Friend: “Really?”
(After a few minutes of talking, a parent we don’t know, who has been standing behind us the whole time, speaks up.)
Parent: “No, they have the same mother.”
Guy Friend: “Then same mother, different fathers?”
Parent, giggling to herself: “No, same mother, same father.”
(Everyone bursts out laughing, except my Guy Friend, who proceeds to throw our coach under the bus)