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)

The other day I was reffing a youth hockey game. It was a girls youth hockey game with the girls ages 12 and under.
The first period went smoothly with no pentalies or anything.
About half way through the second period i was skating by one of the benches.
(Im naturally a bug guy: Eigth Grade, 6’1, 205lbs.)
Out of the corner of my ear all I hear is,
Her: “Coach, Coach look at that ref he looks like an Ogre.”
I looked back and saw the coach and he was obviously very embarrased and mouthed sorry to me. I was so confused whether or not I should be offended.
After I told my reffing instructor about this story he laughed for about 5 minutes and scheduled me for every game that the team had for the rest of the season.

I’m at a hockey game waiting in line for a drink. A few people ahead of me in the next line over there were this mother and son. It was clear the boy had some sort of mental handicap. 

As this guy who had just bought drinks and food was walking away from the counter, the boy accidentally ran into him and knocked everything out of the guy’s arms. But, even after seeing that this boy clearly had a handicap, and after his mother apologized several times and offered to pay for all of his food and drinks, instead of exercising a little patience or showing a little human decency, this guy said:

“Are you f****** kidding me?! He shouldn’t be allowed out in public! What kind of person brings someone like him out around other people? From now on, try keeping your d*** [ableist slur] on a leash!”

Just as a couple of people in line started to move forward and shut this jerk up, an older woman — maybe in her mid-60s — walked up to him and just slapped him right across the face! 

She said, “You are the only disgrace that I see! How dare you speak to another person like that?! Who on Earth raised you? If I were your mother, I would be embarrassed, and you should feel so ashamed.” 

And then, to top it all off… another gentleman in line paid for this mother and her son’s food and the jerk stormed off, empty-handed and pouting. 

God, I love Bostonians.