These People Are Still Allowed To Buy Guns

, , , , | Right | November 25, 2017

Customer: “Aye, man, you ever heard of that new gun called the [Gun]? It’s like a .380.”

Me: “Negative. Who makes it?”

Customer: “Uh, those guys.” *pointing to a [Brand] gun*

Me: “A [Brand] [Gun]? Negative. Why do you ask?”

Customer: “Ah, you know, man, I read online that it had all types of technological issues.”

Me: “Really? Like what?”

Customer: “I read that the gun goes off without any bullets in it.”

Me: “Let me clarify; the gun has no ammunition in it, and no round chambered?”

Customer: “Yeah, man, and it still goes off.”

Me: *walks away*

Putting The “Vice” In “Vice Principal”

, , , , , , , | Learning | November 25, 2017

(I am in my animation class during a recess break and want to show my teacher a new video from a 3D animator I like. This teacher is very lax about students using computers in the classroom to work, research, or play games.)

Me: “Hey, [Teacher], check out this new video [Animator] put out!”

Teacher: “Oh, wow, this looks pretty interesting.” *another student calls for assistance* “Keep it playing; let me go help someone really quick.”

(My teacher goes to the front of the room to help someone else. I am in the middle rows, and at the back rows are several boys gathered around, playing some form of Grand Theft Auto. At this time, I am the only Asian student in the room. The vice principal walks into the room and goes around the back, looking over all students’ shoulders at their screens, and immediately comes up to me.)

Vice-Principal: “What do you think you’re doing? Do you think this sort of thing is appropriate for class?” *rips out my flash drive from the computer* “Give me that! I’ll be confiscating this thing and examining everything on this. You should know better.”

(The vice principal left without even checking or making note of my name to keep with my drive. My teacher wasn’t even aware that the vice principal had come in, and when I told him what happened he was just as confused as I was. He even asked the group of boys playing GTA if they got in trouble, and they said no. A week later my teacher managed to talk to the vice principal and get my flash drive back. All he could tell me was that the vice principal said, “Sorry, I was in a bad mood.” Over the next three years of high school I learned that particular vice principal was very racist towards Asian students. Even when he noticed multiple students “breaking rules,” like wearing hats or using earphones, he only confiscated things from Asian students. Two students were standing side by side, both clearly wearing earphones, but only the Asian student was reprimanded. If any student was to try to reclaim their items at the end of the week, there was no further security to make sure they got their own item back. If you lost expensive earphones, guess what? Earphones are earphones; take one and leave. This is the same vice principal that accused me of doing cocaine because I had long nails!)

Has To Be Some Kind Of Record

, , | Healthy | November 25, 2017

Customer: “I need my birth record in order to request a new Social Security card, because I don’t have a copy of my birth certificate.”

(This is a fairly common request, so I nod as I look over his Release of Information to make sure all the fields have been completed. Before I get to the end, he adds:)

Customer: “I wasn’t actually born at this hospital. Does that matter?”

(Yes, it matters. He left empty-handed.)

Unfiltered Story #100614

, | Unfiltered | November 25, 2017

(I’m at the doctors office. It is very busy and I’m attempting to get down the stairs with others behind me. Meanwhile several people are come up. Normally this wouldn’t be a problem but a rather large child around the age of 11 is sitting at the top, blocking the staircase. No one is saying anything, so I step in.)

Me: “I wouldn’t be sitting on the stairs if I were you, I’d find a chair in the waiting room. There are people who are trying to use the stairs and you’re blocking them”

(I wait for the next person to finish coming up the stairs while the kid says nothing. He then slowly, flips me off.)

Me: *annoyed and sarcastic* Or you could just be an obnoxious little kid and block everyone.

(As I was leaving I heard someone pointing out to the front desk that he was blocking the stairs. Normally it’d be a minor deal, but we were at a doctors office, and I was sick, tired, stressed and not in the mood to deal with some bratty kid. And no one else was either.)

Unfiltered Story #100612

, | Unfiltered | November 25, 2017

(The dentist’s assistant has treated me like a child the whole time because I said I have a needle phobia. Important note: I am in therapy for this, and the coping mechanism I learned was to steel myself for it, to watch it. I know most nurses think that it’s better not to watch, but I got the phobia by a bunch of medical students practicing on me at age 10 and not letting me say no or have any control over the situation at all. They practiced until my parents came in and threatened them. Since then, I have needed to prepare and watch.)
Assistant: So we’re going to give you some numbing, okay sweetie?
Me: Okay. Just tell me when you’re using the needle. I need to know.
Assistant: Of course, honey. Now I’m just going to make sure your teeth are squeaky clean for the procedure.
(She starts using different tools, and I let my mind wander…until I feel a needle pierce my gums. I jump.)
Me: *mumbling because of her hand* Hey! I told you to tell me!
Assistant: Tell you what, sweetie?
Me: When you used the needle!
Assistant: There’s no needle, silly!
(I push my tongue against the side. I can also feel it on my lips. This is freaking me out worse than if she had told me.)
Me: Uh-huh!
Assistant: Stop being ridiculous! *finishes the injection, pulls out the needle* There. That wasn’t so bad, was it?
(I am having flashbacks so I can’t even respond at this point. I get up and run into the bathroom, barricading the door. The dental assistant acts confused and surprised and asks me what’s wrong. I don’t answer her. The dentist ended up rescheduling my appointment, but brushed it off when I told him what she did. I didn’t let her touch me again.)

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