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She’s Helping To Make A Point

, , , | Right | January 26, 2023

I work at a restaurant. 

Me: “And what would you like?”

Male Customer: *Points* “That one!”

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

Male Customer: “That one! That taco thing!”

Female Customer: “What taco thing, honey? Just say it.”

Male Customer: “That taco thing that I’m pointing at!”

Female Customer: “Just tell us!”

Male Customer: “That one!”

Female Customer: “The grande beef taco?”

Male Customer: “Yes!”

Female Customer: “What was so hard about saying that?!” *Turns to me* “I’m so sorry. He’s an idiot.”

Their Dine And Dash Hopes Were Dashed, Part 3

, , , , , , , | Right | January 26, 2023

I am a bartender and server in a popular corporate bar and restaurant. A guy and his girlfriend are rude the entire time I serve them. Initially, they won’t make eye contact, and they interrupt my greeting them by ordering two margaritas.

They take up my table for two hours and order a ton of food, drinks, and dessert, all the while treating me like garbage — eye-rolling, scoffing, generally being aggressive, sending back an appetizer, etc. I drop off their check hoping they’ll f*** off as soon as possible, and I honestly don’t care if they tip; I certainly don’t expect them to.

I am bussing another table and go back to the kitchen, and I come back out to discover that they wrote “bad service” on the check, drew a penis on it, and then walked out without paying.

I discover this about three minutes after they exit the building. By this time, it’s twenty minutes to closing, I have no other tables…and to my absolute pleasure, that d****ebag has left his keys and cell phone in the booth.

I grab my manager, and we sit in the booth behind the one they’ve just left, knowing they’ll either call or have to come back in very shortly. Sure enough, they call. My manager answers and politely and enthusiastically tells them to come right in.

When they do, I sit there holding the keys and cell phone along with the unpaid check (and the penis on it) with a huge smile on my face, while my manager demands payment for their $129 tab.

Related:
Their Dine And Dash Hopes Were Dashed, Part 2
Their Dine And Dash Hopes Were Dashed

What A Crappy Attitude

, , , , , , , | Working | January 25, 2023

Around twenty years ago, I had a full-time job that I loved, but I wasn’t what I would call “flush” (pun intended) with spare cash for home maintenance, so I worked weekends as a cashier at a large home improvement store. This was not the first home improvement store I had worked in nor was it the last. As a single woman homeowner without the funds to hire a handyperson, I also had a pretty good understanding of what most of the items in the store did.

I had a male coworker who very much behaved as if he knew everything that was required and didn’t seem to have much appreciation for the knowledge of women — and me in particular since I only worked (to him) part-time.

One day, a gentleman came in holding an item that looked pretty familiar to me, and [Coworker] went to assist him. I watched the interaction from my register and got curious when the coworker started walking to the right with the customer when the plumbing section was to the left.

Coworker: “Of course, sir. What you are looking for is right over here in the ventilation section.”

Me: *To the customer* “Excuse me, sir, but is that a toilet flange you are holding?”

Customer: “Yes, it is.”

Me: “Okay, then you need to go left about three aisles down. Replacement flanges are about halfway down the aisle on your right.”

Customer: “Thanks.”

[Coworker] just stared at me for a few seconds, shook his head, and trailed after the customer. Thankfully, it was the last day I had to work with that coworker.

Reasonable Policies But Ridiculous Enforcement

, , , , , | Working | January 25, 2023

I have a rather large friend group from college that started as a weekly board game group with eight members and grew over time to a group with (currently) eighteen members. Over the last several years, however, many of our friends have graduated and moved out across the US. These close friends have since been missing out on getting to hang out, and a lot of the original group members have never met some of the newest members.

As a result of missing our friends, we start planning a get-together for early next year. As my husband and I were the first in the group to get married, we are the sort of de facto “parents” of the group, so we get put in charge of planning and setting up the hangout.

I start looking on a popular app for rentals for a weekend get-together that will fit with our lowest-budget members. I find a couple I like and send everyone some options.

We pick a place and a date, and I reach out to the host to explain what we’re doing and make sure they’re on board with our plans. Everything is a go, and all my friends, being decent people, send me their share of the cost of the rental.

I go to my computer and set up the rental with the right number of guests (seventeen), the dates (two months away), and the location (five minutes from where I live and the college we all attended). I put in my payment information and hit submit.

The rental returns an error message, informing me that my reservation has been flagged as a “party risk”, so I can’t book this stay. For context, [Rental App] doesn’t allow parties to be hosted at any of their locations due to the high risk of damage to the host’s homes.

Okay, no problem. I reach out to the host again, tell her that the site wouldn’t let me book, and ask her for a pre-approved booking invitation to allow me to book. The host agrees and sends me the invite.

I follow the link, set it up again, and hit “reserve”. The same error message pops up; I’m not allowed to reserve the stay.

Okay, fine, the system’s a little buggy. No big deal. I reach out to the support team and tell them what’s going on. The host knows about the friend reunion and knows we accept responsibility for any damages that occur during our stay, etc.

I get connected to a support member via live chat.

Support Member: “The error you’re seeing is an automatic flag because you hit certain conditions for ‘possible party’. Namely, you’re booking a short stay in a large house for a lot of guests, you are under twenty-five, and you live locally.”

Me: “Okay, I understand. The host is on board, though, and is willing to let us stay. We just want to come to play board games and eat junk food with our long-distance friends for a weekend.”

Support Member: “This flag is not reversible. There is no possible way for you to book this stay. Neither the [Rental] host nor I can override this restriction.”

Me: “I want you to know that I don’t blame you for this, but this is really stupid.”

I ended up having to reach out to one of my friends, who is twenty-four and lives in a different state, to book the stay with her account instead. She booked exactly the same location for exactly the same dates and price with the exact same people attending. But she lives in a different state, so it’s fine. Dumbest system I’ve ever heard of.

We’re Not Sure He Should Be Driving, Regardless Of His Vision

, , , , | Healthy | January 25, 2023

I recently had an appointment at an eye hospital for intermittent double vision. I was ushered into an examination room with two chairs, vision charts on the far wall, etc.

In the other chair, an older man was giving his details to an optometrist.

As I waited my turn, the optometrist told the man to put on his driving (distance) glasses and read a line from the chart. Instead, he put on an enormously thick-lensed pair of reading glasses, got out of the chair, and read the line with his nose pressed against the chart.

Optometrist: “Can’t you see the chart with your driving glasses?”

Man: “Yes, but I need my reading glasses to read it.”