My mom was the head manager at a fast food chain when I was in high school. I was there fairly often and most employees knew me on sight. I went through the drive-thru one day and asked for a meal with a shake.

Me: “Hey, sorry, I don’t have a straw.”

Window Attendant: “It’s in the bag.”

She shut the window and walks away.

Me: *Searching the bag* “It’s not… here…”

I reached out and knocked on the window.

Window Attendant: *With an attitude* “What?!”

Me: “I need a straw.”

Window Attendant: “And I told you it’s in the bag.”

She tried to shut the window again but my hand was there.

Window Attendant: “Move!”

Me: “Give me a straw, [Window Attendant].”

Window Attendant: “F***! Just go!”

She pulled my hand off the window sill and slammed the window again. I went home, unhappy.

Mom: “What’s wrong?”

Me: “[Window Attendant] was a b**** about giving me a straw for my shake.”

Mom: “Why?”

I told her what had happened.

Mom: “Are you serious?”

Me: “Yeah! Check your camera!”

A few days later, I went through the drive-thru again and the same girl was there. She saw me at the window and rolled her eyes.

Window Attendant: *Sarcastic voice* “Do you have everything? Oh, right. You must need another straw. Wouldn’t want you to cry to Mommy again!”

She picked up a handful of straws and threw them at me in my car before slamming the window.

Me: “Hey!” *Knocks on the window* “Hey, what is your problem?”

Window Attendant: *Flipping me off* “Leave, you spoiled f****** b****!”

I didn’t move. I knew her timer was running up and she would get in trouble. I sat there and called the store line. The Manager On Duty answered. 

MOD: “[Fast Food Restaurant], this is [MOD] speaking.”

Me: “Hey, it’s [My Name]. I’m sitting at the pickup window. Can you remind [Window Attendant] that all of her attitude was just captured on the camera right in front of her?”

MOD: *Heavy sigh* “Yeah… thanks for calling. I’ll work it out.”

My mom later told me that [Window Attendant] was terminated right then and there. Apparently, she was rude to me because she thought I was getting free food and it was unfair that she only got 50% off as an employee. I could have had free food, but I actually paid full price.

I’m a chef in a hospital cafeteria. It’s the Friday before Easter weekend, and to make things worse, we’re due for an inspection the following Monday. The lunch rush just ended and my boss takes me into the freezer to show me everything he ordered for Easter dinner. The freezer is sound-proof.

We spend maybe less than a minute in the freezer and then exit. We have a bell that employees can ring for service if no one is on the line; it’s fairly normal for someone to ring the bell once or twice in a row just to make sure we hear them. In the fifteen seconds that it takes us to get from the freezer to the front, the bell rings no less than twelve times.

The other employees later tell me that this nurse spent the last thirty seconds both ringing the bell non-stop and slamming her hands on the metal counter. The perpetrator ends up being one of the rudest and self-important nurses in the hospital.

Me: “You know patience is a virtue, right?”

Rude Nurse: “I’ll have you know I’ve been waiting here for five minutes for service!”

That’s not true. As explained above, I was gone for less than two minutes. I try not to chuckle at that lie.

Me: “No, you haven’t.”

The nurse sputters for a second, trying to find words.

Rude Nurse: “Well… I… just give me food, already!”

Me: “Okay, what would you—”

She sees that I’m not getting flustered.

Rude Nurse: “You know what? Forget it.” *Storms out*

Boss: “What is she, five?”

We, along with the other dozen or so employees who bore witness to this tantrum, spent the rest of the afternoon having a good laugh.

I’m standing outside with my daughter, waiting for her school bus. Near us is another mom with her child.

The bus rolls up, as usual; however, the driver today is different. This happens occasionally when the usual driver is ill or whatnot. I don’t think anything of it, but being that this substitute driver just so happens to be black, this doesn’t rest well with the mom next to us.

She lurches forward, blocks my daughter from entering, and barks at him.

Woman: “Excuse me, what do you think you’re doing? Who gave you permission to be driving this bus?”

Driver: “Oh, nothing, I just thought I’d get up at seven in the morning and steal a bus full of screaming kids. What do you think I’m doing?!”

Woman: “What is your first and last name?”

Driver: “First name, Bus! Last name, Driver! Are you going to put your child on or not? I need to get going!”

My daughter moves to enter the bus, but the woman blocks her again.

Woman: “Don’t! Not until I say it’s okay.”

Me: “Ma’am, would you get out of her way and let her get on?”

Daughter: “Come on, I have a field trip!”

Woman: “Let me find out if he’s supposed to be driving this bus.” *Takes out her phone*

Driver: “MISS! I GOTTA GO! I HAVE KIDS WAITING TO BE PICKED UP! MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!”

Woman: “No, you stay right there!” *Playing on her phone*

The door hisses shut and the bus roars away.

The woman and I ended up exchanging some loudly spoken and unkind words before I ended up hurrying my daughter back to our house and driving her to school, thankfully in plenty of time to make it for her field trip.

Meanwhile, I sent a letter to the school superintendent explaining the incident in the (highly likely) event that the other mother would contact them to give her own completely inaccurate version as to why her son and my daughter were not picked up for school that morning, resulting in that gentleman getting in trouble for nothing other than trying to do his job while black.

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains content of a medical nature. It is not intended as medical advice.

I had my gallbladder out in my early twenties. There was a complication, but the surgeon resolved it during surgery. I understand that this is very unusual for my age group, but this interaction with a new doctor amazed even me.

Doctor: “So, you’ve noted that you’ve had gallbladder surgery and pancreatitis. When did those happen?”

Me: “[Year].”

Doctor: “Both of them?”

Me: “Yes, the pancreatitis was found and resolved during the gallbladder surgery.”

Doctor: “Any complications from the gallbladder?”

Me: “Uh, the pancreatitis.”

Doctor: “Hmm. Any complications from the pancreatitis?”

Me: “It was the complication.”

Doctor: “Huh?”

Me: “A stone went into my pancreas, and my surgeon had to pop it out.”

Doctor: “Ah. When was that discovered?”

Me: “When I was on the operating table?”

Doctor: “Any complications?”

Me: “Seriously?!”

Doctor: “We need to know.”

Me: *Sigh* “Let’s try this again. They found the pancreatitis while I was on the operating table for the gallbladder. A stone had gone into my pancreas. My surgeon popped it out. Complication fixed. The end.”

Doctor: “Any lingering issues?”

Me: “No.”

Doctor: “Okay, I got it now.”

Me: “That took much longer than it needed to.”

I did not go back to that doctor.

I have two dogs I love to take on walking tours in Saint Augustine. One is a pointer Dalmatian and the other one is a small black dachshund cocker spaniel mix. On this occasion, the smaller dog is in his stroller and I am walking my larger dog while holding his stroller. I am fine doing this as I have had both dogs for years and they both know how to behave. It is also important to note that the smaller dog, Eraser, is extremely sensitive. He doesn’t let ANYONE hold him except for me and my grandmother. Petting is fine! Just don’t pick him up.

While on this tour, a couple is nearby, and the woman keeps eyeing Eraser in his stroller.

Woman: “I can help you walk your dogs.”

Me: “No, thank you.”

Woman: “No, but I can help you with them. You can trust us; we have dogs at home in [City out of state].”

Me: “Well, that’s fine, but they don’t let just anyone walk them.”

Woman’s Husband: “[Woman], leave her alone.”

Woman: *Whining almost* “But look at her! She needs help!”

Me: *Sharply* “No, I don’t. I’m fine, thank you.”

This shuts the woman up for a few minutes and I continue my walk with my dogs. Eraser is now standing in his stroller trying to get pets from the other people before sitting back down, and the woman approaches me again. This time she grabs the stroller and tries hip-butting me out of the way. I keep a firm grip on the stroller. 

Woman: “Let me just walk him!”

Me: “I said no!”

Woman: “Come on, it’ll be fine. See?”

She walks around and tries to pick Eraser up, which causes him to bark at her and growl. The woman yanks her hands back and then looks at me, completely shocked

Me: “I said no! Do not touch my dog!”

The woman sheepishly went to stand next to her husband as everyone in the tour group had now stopped to see what the commotion was about. I was pissed but calmed down and checked on Eraser, who was happily wagging his tail just fine. After that, the woman didn’t speak to me again, and she and her husband left the tour early. I have a feeling she wanted to steal Eraser as he is a small and adorable little dog; plus, it made no sense that she wanted to walk him when he was in his stroller and just fine.