Return The Stuff, Remove The Staff

, , , , , , | Working | January 13, 2018

Me: “Could I return this, please?”

Cashier: “Oh, my God. That is hideous. Why on earth would you buy that?!”

Me: *not appreciating her attitude* “None of your business. Could I return it, please?”

Cashier: “No. This is punishment for buying something so awful.” *runs away laughing*

(I stare at her in shock while a manager comes from the other end of the checkout.)

Manager: *grinning* “Caught her, finally! Let’s get this refunded.”

(While doing the refund, the manager told me all about how the cashier and her two friends had been misbehaving, and that her spectacle with me was all she needed to finally fire them all. I’ve honestly never seen someone so happy.)

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Unfiltered Story #103640

, | Unfiltered | January 13, 2018

My dad had gone out into town for a drink and to read his book. He was gone for a while.

I was just sitting at my computer when the doorbell rang. I didn’t recognise who it was but he had brought my dad home after finding him fallen somewhere on the ground. He had broken his glasses, gashed his face, bashed his wrist and cut his arm.

Probably out of shock, none of us in the house asked many details, as we quickly got him to A&E. He’s being checked as I type this, looking at least a little better than when he arrived home.

I just want to thank that stranger who saw a man who needed help and decided to do just that. I don’t know if we’d have even known about the fall if he hadn’t.

Good people do exist, and I hope more people will at least try to help even if they don’t quite know how, even you!

Thanks, again, to that kind stranger.

An Asymmetrical Service

, , , , , | Working | January 12, 2018

(I am walking out of a department store and I have to go through the cosmetic section. A salesperson notices me.)

Salesperson: “Oh. My. GOD! You are gorgeous!”

Me: “Oh, thank you. I’ve been told I have a very symmetrical face.”

Salesperson: “You do. It’s amazing! Well, almost, except for those freckles.”

Me: “Oh. Well, I actually like my freckles, so—”

Salesperson: “You shouldn’t; they’re horrible. It shows you don’t care about your skin.”

Me: “And you just lost your last chance to make a sale.” *walks away*

Salesperson: *shouting* “Don’t worry. I wouldn’t want to sell anything to such a dermatological nightmare!”

(Who would hire a someone who goes from “gorgeous” to “dermatological nightmare” in one conversation to sell cosmetics?!)

Responsibility Gives You A Direct Route To Your Destination

, , , , | Hopeless | January 11, 2018

(I’m the idiot in this story. I oversleep and am therefore in a rush all morning. As soon as I’m dressed, I rush to the bus stop where a bus is waiting. There are two different bus companies that use that stop, and their colour schemes are very similar. I’m in such a panic that I scurry onto the bus without really looking at what service it is and quickly whip out my pass. I show it to the driver and then start moving to a seat.)

Driver: “Hold on! Let me see that again!”

(I quickly step back and show him my pass. I know it hasn’t expired yet, and I figure the driver just wants to check everything.)

Driver: “You can’t use this here.”

Me: “But it’s good for another two weeks.”

Driver: “No, I mean you can’t use this on this bus. That’s a [Bus Company #1] pass. This is a [Bus Company #2] service.”

Me: “Oh, I’m so sorry! I was in such a rush that I didn’t even realise this was the wrong bus. I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

(I go to get off the bus when the driver waves at me, indicating I should sit down.)

Driver: “Go and take a seat.”

Me: “But… this is the wrong bus.”

Driver: “You’re the first customer I’ve had in a long time that has apologised and taken responsibility for your mistake, rather than shout at me or claim it’s my fault. You can have this ride on me. But just this once.”

(I was super embarrassed, but grateful for the driver’s kindness, especially when it was my fault — both for sleeping in and for not checking the bus before I got on. Because of him, I was able to get to work on time. Now, even if I’m in a rush, I always double-check the buses.)

An Efficiency Deficiency

, , , | Working | January 11, 2018

(We have a drop-shipping contract with one of our suppliers, and they will process some of our orders for us. Part of that contract is to get the orders out in a maximum of five working days. We have recently had a lot of snow, and their office closed for two days, which caused some delays. Some orders have now been waiting for nine working days due to the backlog. A customer has just requested a cancellation, as they want different items. As this is a drop-ship order, I need to call them to stop it from going out.)

Me: “Hi, could we please cancel [order]? The customer has just requested a cancellation.”

Supplier: “Sorry, it was shipped out a couple of hours ago.”

Me: “Really? The order was only placed about five hours ago.”

Supplier: “Yeah, we are just very efficient sometimes.”

Me: “Has all of the backlog been fully cleared, then? We have had a few people calling this week to ask what is going on with their order, as they are well outside the five-day limit.”

Supplier: “Not quite, sorry.”

Me: “Then, why are you shipping orders placed today, instead?”

Supplier: “We like being efficient, sometimes.”

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