I am a technician that has been sent to a house to fix an issue. For health reasons, we have protocols we must follow.

Client: “Hello, welcome.”

Me: “Hello, I’m here to fix your network. Would you please wear a mask during my visit?”

Client: “Of course, of course!”

The client puts on a mask. I go to work and the client gets a phone call, which he takes. 

Client: “Oh, hey, how are you?” *Pause* “Sure, I’d love to.” *Pause* “No, I can’t. I have to remain in quarantine for eight more days. Yeah, tested positive, but I’m feeling great!”

I immediately drop what I am doing.

Me: “What?! You are infected?! Why didn’t you tell me?!”

Client: “But I’m feeling fine! Jeez, I’m even wearing a mask.”

Me: “I’m out of here.”

I immediately go home for self-quarantine and to make an appointment to get tested.

I tested positive, but I didn’t get sick, thank goodness!

Standing next to me on a train is a disheveled-looking man wearing what looks like pajama bottoms and a weird multicolored hat. We are about to arrive at a station in a little town that is locally notorious for its many institutions for people with mental problems. A train conductor comes to check for tickets.

Passenger: “I have a ticket! But it’s with my wife. She always buys my tickets. Don’t worry; my train tickets are always paid for!”

Conductor: “Where is your wife, then?”

Passenger: *Pointing to the carriage* “There… At home…”

Conductor: “Sir, if your wife has your ticket, she has to be here.”

Passenger: “Yeah, she’s right here!” *Trails off* “At… home…”

Conductor: “That doesn’t help me. If your wife has the tickets, she has to be travelling with you.”

Passenger: *Happily* “I don’t even have a wife! Oh, here’s my stop, though.”

Conductor: “Okay, you know what? For now… just leave.”

I’ve got tendonitis in my right index finger, and due to the pain, my physiotherapist prescribes two weeks of complete rest with my hand and wrist in a cast. The cast goes from the tips of my fingers to halfway down my arm. I’m unable to drive to work, so I’m taking the bus.

Driver: “Oh, honey, what happened to your hand?”

Me: “I fought a guy.”

Driver: “Oh, dear, he’s hurt you quite badly.”

Me: “You haven’t seen him.“

The next day, another driver asks me the same thing. This time my answer is, “Bear fight.”

The third day, I tell yet another driver that I got thrown out of a hot air balloon. I keep making up ever more incredible stories about how I got hurt.

After two weeks, we visit my dad and stepmom. My stepmom is a bus driver.

Stepmom: “Wait, you have a pink cast?”

Me: “As you can see.”

Stepmom: “Are you the young woman who makes up all these stories about how she got hurt?”

Me: “I might be… Why?”

It turns out that the drivers started telling each other the stories I told them in their Whatsapp chats. They loved the ever-increasingly strange things I kept coming up with.

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In my office, we deal with contracts. Too often, people send us their social security number or even copies of their passports, even though we don’t ask for those. By law, we are not allowed to receive copies of passports or social security numbers, so when we receive those, we have to make sure all copies are deleted permanently. It’s becoming a pet peeve of mine, because we get this information even from legal counselors or curators who should know better. I am quite the drama queen.

Me: “Oh, my gosh!”

Coworker: “What?”

Me: “Oh, my gosh, it happened!”

Coworker: *Looking worried* “What happened?”

Me: “Someone sent us their passport… but they blacked out their social security number and their photo!”

Remember, this is the correct way to send a copy!

Coworker #2: “Wait, what?!”

Coworker #3: “You’re, kidding, right?!”

Me: “No, no, look!”

My coworkers huddle around me and we do a collective cheer. People around us even look up.

Coworker: “Not that we asked for it…” 

Coworker #2: “Hush! Let’s enjoy the moment!”

And right after that, I worked on a case that started with a social security number AND a high-quality scan of a passport.

I’m working at the call center of a large pension fund. It’s around three pm and there’s a severe storm predicted to hit us in the early evening. I’m about five minutes into a complicated call when orders come down from upper management that everyone is to go home right now.

Me: “I’m sorry to do this to you, sir, but may I have your number so I can call you back tomorrow? We’ve been told to go home as it seems the storm is going to get here a lot sooner than initially predicted.”

Client: *Practically screaming* “What the h*** are you still talking to me for? Get yourself home NOW!” *Click* 

That was definitely not the reaction I expected.