(I am heading home after my first day of school in an area I’m unfamiliar with, and I need to take a bus back home. I’m not completely sure which bus I’m supposed to take, so I ask the driver.)

Me: “Is this the bus that goes to Brampton?”

Driver: *gruffly* “Sit down.”

Me: *thinking that means “yes”* “Okay, then.”

(I sit down, and realize after a few minutes that this is taking me somewhere I am completely unfamiliar with. I decide to go back to the driver just to make sure.)

Me: “Excuse me, but is this the bus that goes to Brampton?”

Driver: “SIT DOWN!”

Me: “…Sorry! I just need to know, so I can get back home!”

Driver: “I TOLD YOU TO F***ING SIT DOWN!”

Me: *getting a bit agitated* “Why won’t you just tell me if this is the way for me to get home?”

Driver: “If you don’t sit down right now, I will stop the bus and kick you out!”

Me: *We are now on a busy highway, and I know he’s not allowed to do that.* “No! Why aren’t you just answering my question!? Besides, you can’t drop me off in the middle of a highway, anyway!”

Driver: “F*** you! I’m calling the police!”

(The driver did, in fact, pull over to call the police. We were parked for nearly twenty minutes until they arrived. The bus driver accused me of assaulting him, but the other passengers on the bus backed me up and told the police he was lying. The police ended up calling me a cab, which I had to pay for. Even for a jacka**, you’d think he would have saved himself the headache and just told me where the bus was going.)

(I am one of three RAs in a freshman dorm. I am talking to one of the SRAs (Senior RA) as my shift ends, when I see three freshman residents exiting the elevator, covered in whipped cream.)

SRA: “What happened, guys?”

Freshman #1: “I want to switch roommates!” *The other freshmen pipe up loudly that they, too, want to switch roommates.*

SRA: “Did your roommates do this to all of you? Did you do anything to them first?”

Freshman #2: “Well, we’ve been collecting bottles of our pee and placing it in their clothing, and under their bed sheets, but they started it first!”

(The SRA looks at me as this guy is talking, knowing there’s going to be a s***-ton of paperwork and meetings over this.)

Me: “Tag, you’re it!” *walks away*

(Don’t worry, I’m not a horrible RA. I came back with coffee for the SRA and we sorted this out together. I just wanted to see her reaction when she thought I left her.)

(I’m cashing out a customer.)

Me: “Debit, credit, or cash?”

Customer: “Here is my card.” *puts it on the table*

Me: “Okay, you can just insert, swipe, or tap whenever you’re ready.”

Customer: “No, I just sign something.”

Me: “You sign the receipt, but you have to insert, swipe, or tap it first.”

Customer: “No! I just sign something!”

Me: “Okay, so, in order for you to sign the receipt, you have to insert your card.”

(The customer continues to refuse, and there is a line growing, so I swipe his card, it goes through, and the receipt prints. I normally don’t like to swipe a customer’s card, because I tapped a customer’s card once and they freaked out, because they didn’t know they had tap and thought I knew their pin.)

Customer: “There! That I sign!”

(Telemarketers seem to be running rampant and keep calling me at ridiculous hours. My parents tell me to hang up the phone immediately. I get a phone call at 7:30 am, and luckily I am up for school.)

Me: “Hello?”

Caller: “I’m looking for [Name].”

Me: “Sorry, there is no [Name] here.”

Caller: “No [Name]?”

Me: “Yeah, sorry. Good luck!”

(I hung up and didn’t think much of it, until around lunch when I saw I had a voicemail. It was a job offer that I had been waiting to hear back from. They said in the message that they accidentally misread my name, but still wanted me. I am so glad I was polite!)

I’m the customer in this story. I frequently stopped at a popular fast food place very early in the morning for coffee on my way to work. I guess this was about the time that the night shift was ending/shift change. Every single morning I paid with bills; no debit at this establishment. The same woman working the drive through window gave me back a ton of small change (dimes, nickels, and pennies) EVERY SINGLE TIME, and refused to give me larger change when I asked.

At one point, I decided to go into the restaurant and ask why this was happening every morning, and I saw the woman taking her cash tray to the back to count it, and presumably clock out.

I asked the man behind the counter about it, and he kind of rolled his eyes and said, “Yeah, sorry about that. She likes to get rid of all her change so that it’s faster for her to get out of here at the end of her shift. I can trade that change for you if you like. You’re not the only person I’ve had to do this for.” I told him not to worry about it, and left.

I waited until the end of the week (right before a long weekend), and I decided to go through the drive through again, this time treating my coworkers to coffee and donuts, as well as purchasing a $50 gift card, for a total around $70. As it was so early in the morning, there were never customers in line behind me.

When I pulled up to the cash window, there was the woman who always gave me the small change. She told me the total and I handed her a large plastic bag of small change ($80). She looked pissed and said that she didn’t have to accept it. The manager heard her yelling and came over. He told me that they had a policy against accepting so much change.

I explained the situation to him, he turned around, and I could hear him talking with another employee. I heard the employee tell him she was sick of people coming in and asking to have their change traded, and that it happened all the time.

The manager asked me to pull ahead to the designated waiting spot while she counted my change out. I could see how furious she was, but she wouldn’t make eye contact.

Suffice it to say, she never gave me $18 worth of small change again.