A Parking Spot Of Bother

, , , , | Friendly | February 27, 2018

I always take morning classes in college because I have work in the afternoons. Since my class is at eight am, the parking is pretty empty when I get there. By the time I get out of class, around 11, the parking lot is filled up and there aren’t a lot of spaces left. I usually will have someone follow me to my car to get my spot since I parked so close to the building. If they’re unable to park in this parking lot, they have to park all the way down in another parking lot at the adjoining library and then walk all the way back to this lot where the college is. I am currently leaving and it has snowed heavily, so I start clearing my car off. It’s pretty cold, so I am quickly trying to finish, when the following takes place.

A student pulls up next to my car and puts their turn signal on indicating they want my spot. I look up, and put a hand up and nod to acknowledge them. I pick up my pace clearing my windows so I can leave and give them my spot, and not even 30 seconds later…

HONK!

I stop what I am doing and look at the driver. They throw their hands up in the air in a way that gestures that they think I am taking too long.

So, not breaking eye contact, I move my scraper and brush in the slowest way that I possibly can, slowly dragging the snow off my car.

They were probably late to class but got the hint they were no longer going to get my spot and had to park in the other lot. The person behind them was sure thankful to get my spot, though!

Gender Stereotypes Are A Weighty Subject

, , , , , , | Friendly | February 26, 2018

(I am female and I’m at the gym. I go year-round, but this time it’s mid-January, when it is full of people! I am looking for a bar to do some workouts. They come in 20 kg and 15 kg, and you can add weight to them if you need to. I can’t find any on the rack, but spot a 15 kg one unattended. Not wanting to rob it from someone mid-session, I look around as a man walks towards me.)

Me: *gesturing* “Are you using this?”

Man: “Yeah, I am.”

(I go to walk away and he calls me back.)

Man: “I’ll happily swap with you if you find a man’s one.”

Me: *thinking I’ve misheard* “Huh?”

Man: “This is a girl’s one. If you find a man’s one, I will swap with you.”

(I was gobsmacked that he a) thought that weights should be gendered, and b) would say it so openly to my face. And for the record, I use a 20 kg one, adding weights if I need it. And there are some bloody strong women in my gym.)

Never Disobey A Mother

, , , , , | Friendly | February 24, 2018

(My family is living in England. We’re Americans. My brother is playing on the swings when my mother calls him over.)

Mom: “[Brother]!”

(My brother ignores her, keeps playing.)

Mom: “[Brother]! Get over here!”

(My brother keeps playing.)

Mom: “[BROTHER], GET OVER HERE, NOW!”

(As brother finally stops playing and comes over, so does some random British man.)

Man: “Do you need something?”

Mom: “What? Oh, no. I was calling my son!”

Man: “Ah, I guess we have the same name!”

Mom: *bewildered* “I’m clearly a stranger to you; why did you come over?”

Man: “You called my name in the ‘Mom Voice’! You don’t ignore the ‘Mom Voice,’ no matter what nationality you are!”

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Kids Have The Best Stalling Tactics

, , , , , , | Friendly | February 23, 2018

One time I was in a bathroom stall at a restaurant. A mother and her young child decided to go into the stall directly next to mine.

Suddenly, I saw this little, tiny kid basically crawling under our conjoined stalls. I didn’t know what to do; I was shocked. Our eyes met; he was still going for it, despite me slowly shaking my head. I was so confused.

So, I reached down, placed my fingers against his forehead, and slowly pushed him back under the stall.

Only after I left the bathroom did I realize how silly that was.

Kids These Days… Waiting Their Turn!

, , , , , | Friendly | February 16, 2018

(My husband and I have just settled in at an RV park for vacation and I realize we are out of bread for sandwiches. As it is almost lunch time, I quickly run to the grocery store across the street. I grab a bag of bread and head to the check out. A woman is currently in the process of checking out, with a massive amount of items on the conveyor belt. The two ladies in front of me also have a cart that is piled high with food. An elderly couple bring their cart into line behind me, which is about half full. One of the women in front of me speaks up.)

Younger Woman: “Excuse me, would you like to cut in front of me?”

(I look up from looking at the snacks, thinking she might be speaking to me. Instead, she is leaning around me to speak to the elderly couple behind me. I’m a little shocked, but quietly stand between them as they talk.)

Elderly Man: “Oh, were you speaking to me?”

Younger Woman: “Yes. Would you like to cut ahead of us, sir? Since you don’t have as many items.” *pointing at his cart*

Elderly Man: “That’s all right. We don’t mind waiting. Thank you for your offer.”

(The elderly man’s wife leans in and has a hurried whispering conversation with him, gesturing towards the ladies’ cart. At that moment, a manager walks up.)

Manager: “Hi, I can take whoever is next on this register over here in a minute!”

(I’m about to respond, when the two women ahead of me start arguing about if they should pack up what few items they already have on the belt and move over to the other line. The elderly customers behind me start beaming and immediately respond.)

Elderly Man: “Why, thank you very much!” *to his wife* “We’ll move to that line, sweetie.”

Me: *meekly* “Um… I think I was next… and all I have is one item, so…”

(All of them suddenly look at me like I just popped up out of thin air! The elderly couple give me a sour look as I scurry over to the open register and put my one bag of bread on the belt. The wife makes a big show of huffing and sighing the whole time. The manager then walks away, and we wait several moments, with the elderly woman glaring daggers the whole time. A cashier comes hurrying behind the register and quickly checks me out in less than a minute. As I stuff my bread into my shopping bag and quickly leave, I hear a parting shot:)

Elderly Woman: “Kids these days! No respect for their elders!”

(I didn’t realize that by politely waiting in line with my one item, I had been so disrespectful!)

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