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That’s Worth Way More Than A Dollar!

, , , , , , , | Learning | March 28, 2022

I’m a junior in a senior-level math class. Our teacher is this hilarious man in his early seventies who loves his job but hates the “bureaucracy” for getting involved in everything. Students love him because he speaks up for them. One of the things he does is give every student who turns eighteen during the school year a dollar to buy their first lottery ticket. We are a couple of weeks away from finals. He’s talking about how he enjoyed teaching us this year.

Teacher: “…and I gave out a lot of money to you kids to buy lottery tickets. I feel like I’m missing someone, though. Whose eighteenth birthday hasn’t happened yet?”

I raise my hand.

Teacher: “[My Name]! So, you’re a summer kid, huh?”

Me: “Yep!”

Teacher: “When do you turn eighteen?”

Me: “[Month and Day]—”

Teacher: “Oh, right around the corner!”

Me: “—of next year.”

He cackles with laughter.

Teacher: “I forgot I had a junior this year!”

Me: “Do I still get $1?”

Teacher: “Nope. Nice try, though.”

Fast forward to the day of the final exam. When each person is done, he grades the exam in front of them and calculates their final average. I have finished. I walk up to his desk and he reads through my exam, making corrections occasionally. An 80 to 89 is a B and a 90 or higher is an A, and he never rounds up.

Teacher: “Okay, [My Name], you got an 85 on the exam, which takes your semester average to…”

He scribbles in the grade book.

Teacher: “…89.5.”

This particular class was HARD, so I’m perfectly fine with a B!

Me: “Sounds good to me!”

He stares at the grade book for a minute, then erases the grade and enters something else.

Teacher: “90.”

I stare at him in surprise.

Me: “What?!”

Teacher: “You were the only junior in a very difficult senior-level class, and you worked hard all year. You deserve it.”

Me: “Wow! Thank you!”

Teacher: “You’re still not getting your dollar. But you do get the A.”

He shook my hand and I exited, still in shock. He retired soon after.

Someone’s In Very Hot Water

, , , , , , , , | Working | February 10, 2022

In the early 2010s, I am working as a lot attendant at a grocery store. It is the middle of a July heatwave and temperatures are in the high nineties with very high humidity — not horribly uncommon for this particular part of Florida. I’ve only been with the company for a couple of weeks, but I know that our company encourages — but does not require — lot attendants to come in periodically during particularly hot days to get a drink of water. Normally, this isn’t a problem, since there are always at least two or three lot attendants on duty at any time, and our manager rotates between us periodically.

On this particular day, however, I’m the only lot attendant on duty, as the other two who normally work today did not show up; one called out sick and the other is out of state for a wedding. Two hours into my shift, I am getting thirsty and exhausted, so I go in for a drink of water. The store manager, who is standing nearby, stops me.

Manager: “Where are you going?”

Me: “For a drink of water.”

Manager: “No. You can’t leave the lot unattended.”

Me: “I’ve been out here two hours, and I’m thirsty!”

Manager: “Deal with it. There are no other lot attendants. You are not coming inside.”

Me: “Can’t you send one of the baggers out to help?”

Manager: “No, their job is not to push carts; their job is to bag. Your job is to push carts. You are the only lot attendant here, so you cannot come inside.”

Me: “But I—”

Manager: *Raising her voice* “Not. Another. Word. You are not allowed to come inside from now until the end of your shift. If I see you inside the store at any point before you leave for the day, you will be fired! Sign this and get back to work, now!

She hands me a write-up for insubordination. I reluctantly sign it and return to pushing carts. Two hours later, I am exhausted to the point that I can barely push more than three carts at once. A gentleman getting out of his car notices me and walks over.

Gentleman: “Are you all right, buddy?”

Me: “I’m fine.”

Gentleman: “No. You do not look fine. How long have you been out here? And have you been drinking water?”

Me: “Four hours, and not a drop.”

Gentleman: “Okay, you need to come inside.”

Me: “But my boss said I’d be fired if—”

Gentleman: “You will not be fired. That is a personal promise from me. What’s your name?”

Me: “[My Name].”

Gentleman: “Okay, [My Name], go to the break room. I’ll buy you some water and speak to your boss myself. Again, you will not be fired. That is a promise.”

I feel a little relieved upon hearing this, so I go inside and head straight to the breakroom, hoping I won’t encounter my manager. Surprise, surprise, she is sitting there when I walk in.

Manager: “WHAT DID I JUST TELL YOU?!”

Me: “But I—”

Manager: “SAVE IT! YOU’RE FIRED! GET OUT! NOW!”

I sheepishly leave the breakroom. The gentleman from earlier notices me as I am coming out of the breakroom.

Gentleman: “Where are you going?”

Me: “Home. [Manager] just fired me.”

A look of pure rage develops on the gentleman’s face.

Gentleman: “Oh, please tell me she did not just do that.”

Me: “Yes. She did.”

Gentleman: “Son of a… Come with me. I will personally handle this.”

The gentleman escorts me to the break room and tells me to go in first. The manager is still inside.

Manager: “WHY THE F*** HAVEN’T YOU LEFT YET?! I told you to —”

The manager’s face suddenly turns chalk-white as the gentleman steps in.

Manager: “[Gentleman]? What are —”

Gentleman: “YOU GOT SOMETHING YOU WANT TO TELL ME, [MANAGER]?!”

Manager: “I—”

Gentleman: “This poor kid’s been outside for four f****** hours without water! He’s clearly dehydrated, and he could’ve suffered a heat stroke! What the f*** were you thinking? Why didn’t you send someone else out?”

Manager: “B-because—”

Gentleman: “You know what? Save it. Go to the office, right now. We are going to discuss that in a moment.”

He turns to me and hands me two bottles of water he bought for me.

Gentleman: “Here you go, [My Name]. Take thirty minutes to cool down, and then go help out in frozen food for the rest of your shift. I’ve already got two of the baggers helping out with carts.”

Me: “Thank you.”

Gentleman: “Don’t mention it. Guy’s gotta look out for his employees.”

He then pulled his company name tag out of his shirt pocket, with the title “Regional Director” underneath his name. We shook hands, and he went to the office to talk with my manager. While I was drinking the water he had given me, I could hear him screaming at the manager for a good fifteen minutes. His voice suddenly went down, and then the manager’s voice suddenly raised for a few minutes before she stormed out. She glared at me on her way out as she was passing the break room. The regional director came back into the breakroom and assured me that I wouldn’t have to deal with her anymore and that my write-up from earlier had been quashed.

The very next day, the company announced a new policy for heatwaves. Lot attendants were no longer permitted to stay outside continuously for more than one hour at a time in temperatures over 95°, and stores had to provide them with complimentary cold water bottles that they could take outside with them.

As for the manager, she got suspended for fourteen days, and then she was fired when she got back. From what I heard, they were originally going to simply demote and transfer her to another store after her suspension, but an investigation conducted during that time revealed that she forced underage employees to work longer hours than were permitted by Florida law, and in many cases, she didn’t allow them to take breaks that were otherwise mandatory.


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Sovereign Citizen, Stupid Coworker

, , , , , | Legal | July 12, 2021

I work in a nursing home. My coworker and I don’t get along very well, mostly due to personality conflicts. He’s a Sovereign Citizen, a group of people who think they are above the law due to old irrelevant documents that date back to pre-Civil War. I know little about the movement because I don’t like their attitude when it comes to the law and they just generally get on my nerves. My coworker is no exception. I work in a different department from him — I’m in housekeeping and he’s in maintenance — but we share a supervisor.

One day, said supervisor asked me to drive [Coworker] to a nearby gas station to fill up some gas cans for the building’s generators since they were nearly empty. Though I didn’t really want to drive [Coworker] anywhere, I agreed, since he didn’t have a car, and really, I can put up with him for a total of half an hour, right? Well, on the way back to the building after getting our cargo, I accidentally drove past a stop sign due to a brief lapse in my attention due to trying my hardest to ignore my coworker’s rambling.

Me: *Looking back for a second* “S***, I blew a stop sign.”

Coworker: *Waves a hand* “Eh, I drive past them all the time if I don’t see anyone else.”

Me: “Well, I try not to regardless. We got lucky that there was no one at that intersection. It’d be just my luck if I got pulled…”

Sure enough, when I looked at my rear-view mirror, there were blue lights, and the police cruiser that had shown up out of nowhere chirped its siren.

Me: “…over.”

I sighed and turned on my hazards, slowly pulled over to the side of the road, put my car in park, and started rolling my window down.

Coworker: “Don’t roll it down too far; you don’t need to—”

I interrupted him and rolled my window most of the way down.

Me: “[Coworker], I’m going to need you to stop right now, okay?”

Coworker: *Offended* “Hey, I’m just trying to help. They don’t own the roads. You’re just traveling—”

Me: “No, [Coworker], I’m driving, and I’m not putting up with your Sovereign Citizen, or Freeman of the Land, or whatever s*** today.”

I pulled out my license and then leaned over to open my glove box for my registration and insurance, but my coworker had pinned his knee to the door.

Me: “Move your knee so I can get my documents.”

Coworker: “No.”

Me: *Stares at him* “What? No, we’re not doing this right now.”

I looked back at the officer who had just arrived at my window, smiled politely, if strained, and opened my mouth to speak, but my coworker interjected.

Coworker: “He doesn’t have to give you anything! [My Name], keep your license. They’re just pulling you over because they have nothing better to do except bother people who are lawfully traveling—”

I shook my head, wide-eyed, at the cop, who looked at me with surprise at my passenger’s outburst, trying to communicate that I did not agree with anything my passenger was saying as he kept ranting about maritime law or something.

Me: “Here, take my license before he tries to grab it from me.” 

I held it out to the officer, outside of the window and out of my coworker’s reach.

Coworker: “Hey, stop! You don’t have to—”

I finally snapped and rounded on my coworker, screaming in his face.

Me: “Yes, I do! Shut the f*** up, [Coworker]! You’re not helping! Stop talking! I’m sick of your bulls*** and I’ve got half a mind to trespass you out of my f****** car! One more word, [Coworker], and I’ll tell this officer to drag you out in handcuffs! Now, MOVE YOUR F****** LEG!”

I glared, panting hard through my nose at my coworker, who stared right back, looking terrified, before he shrank back into the passenger seat and pulled his knee away from the glove compartment. I tugged it open, grabbed my documents with shaking hands, and turned back to the police officer, who stood patiently with his hand out, looking bemused but not otherwise. Red-faced and shaking, I handed over my documents.

Me: “Sorry about that, officer. Is this about the stop sign I blew back there?”

Officer: “No problem, sir, and yes. Just so you know, if you do trespass him out of your car, you would need to make a statement for us, which might take a little while longer.”

Me: “As long as I can call my supervisor and let him know I’ll take longer than expected, I’m fine with that.”

Officer: *Stepping back toward his cruiser* “Just give me a few minutes.”

Several minutes went by, and I didn’t even look at my coworker, but out of the corner of my eye, I could see that he was fidgeting and looking my way. I couldn’t tell if he was sulking or scared, but I took a swig of water and composed myself by the time the cop returned.

Officer: *Handing me back my documents* “I’m just going to give you a warning today. Promise me you’ll pay attention to those stop signs in the future, sir.”

Me: “Yes, sir. Thank you, and I promise.”

The officer wished me a good day, and I put my documents and the warning in the glove compartment and my wallet back in my pocket, and finally looked my coworker in the face. He looked back at me for a second and then turned away without making any effort to apologize or even look ashamed. He was put out.

The first chance I got, I went to my supervisor to report the interaction to him and told my side of the story first, including the fact that I swore at him and threatened to have him trespassed out of my car and potentially arrested. He was shocked at first, but I could tell he was thinking about the person [Coworker] was, and he let out a sigh, telling me that he would still hear [Coworker]’s side but that I likely wouldn’t get into trouble.

Sure enough, [Coworker] came to [Supervisor] with a similar story, though he claimed I threatened to shoot him on the side of the road, despite the fact that I don’t own a firearm. The next day, [Supervisor] approached me.

Supervisor: “[My Name], would you like to start training for a new position in maintenance that just opened up?”


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Yup, He Made It Weird

, , , , , | Working | May 20, 2021

I work odd hours and as such sleep odd hours, so I have a large sign on my door that says, “No Soliciting! — SERIOUSLY! — Don’t ring the bell. — Don’t make it weird.”

It’s cute, it has a mustache, and it keeps 95% of everyone away, so I have a secondary sticker next to my doorbell that says, “DO NOT KNOCK, RING, OR SCREAM unless you want me to call 911.” It helps keep that extra little percentage away. 

Cue doorbell. I answer the door in pajamas at 4:00 pm as I didn’t get to sleep until 2:00 pm. This guy is there with a clipboard and no mask, standing way too close to my door; thankfully, my outer door is all glass so it makes a good shield. 

He starts going on about how I need a lawn service and he can help me, as I can’t take care of it myself; my yard is nothing but weeds without a blade of grass in sight. Would I like to sign up for lawn care? (For my dead lawn?)

Me: “Umm, sorry, I missed your name.”

Lawn Dude: “Oh, sorry. [Lawn Dude].”

Me: “Hi, [Lawn Dude]. To double-check, can you read?”

Lawn Dude: “Um… read?”

Me: “Yes, read… like words?”

Lawn Dude: “Yes, I went to [College].”

Me: “Oh, good.”

I point to the sign and the sticker.

Me: “Can you read those? And have a nice day.”

I shut the door and started to walk away when I heard [Lawn Dude] cursing about what a b**** I am and how I wasted all of his time and where I could stick it. 

Maybe I need to get another sign?

The Only Thing Scarier Than Illness: Swearing

, , , , , , | Friendly | November 12, 2020

While coming out of the store, I have my mask on, and so do many of the others in the parking lot. I start hearing a commotion and see a big truck driving up and down the lanes. The driver is laying on his horn, revving his engine, and yelling at people.

Man: “OOOOH, SCARY CORONA! OOOOOHHHH, SCARY CORONA!”

I’m more startled and bewildered than anything else. He pulls up behind my car as I’m putting my groceries in the trunk.

Man: “OOOOHHH, SCARY CORONA! YOU SCARED? YOU SCARED? WAKE UP, LADY!”

I give him a dirty look and yell back.

Me: “What the f*** is the matter with you?! Seek help.”

Surprisingly, he looks shocked and then angry, and he snidely says:

Man: “Wow, nice. Real nice, real polite, real ladylike!”

And he peeled out.

Apparently, it’s okay to make a nuisance of yourself and harass other people, but heaven forbid a woman drops a four-letter word on you when you make an a** of yourself. I will never understand people.