I’m working in a restaurant where people order at the counter, take a buzzer, and come collect their food when it’s ready. We always ask them if they would like their drinks now or with their food. One customer seems to have an issue with this and marches back up to the counter.

Customer: “Where are my drinks?!”

Me: “You told me you wanted them later, but I can get them now if you want. Do you want them now?”

Customer: “Well, what if somebody wants their drinks now?! Are you going to make them wait?!”

Me: “Like I said, I can get you your drinks right now. Do you want them?”

Customer: “No!” *Stalks off*

One of his family members came and picked up the food and drinks a few minutes later. Some people just want to be angry.

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My parents own a deli and convenience store and have been having trouble with employees stealing. My dad decides to install cameras. The back area is huge and there’s no way he can cover the whole area, so he picks the most central spot, puts a black dome over it so you can’t tell where it’s pointing, and hopes for the best.

In a short time, he catches the thieves and he’s dumbstruck. They were the two employees who helped him install the cameras. The only two employees besides my parents who knew the back area’s camera was covering the main part of the storage area. The only two employees who could have easily stolen in the camera’s blind spot. Instead, they stole right in view within a week after installation.

At my job, we recently had several changes in policy. I have been fielding constant phone calls about them, on top of writing documentation explaining how to change software and Internet settings to be in line with policy.

One of my coworkers decides he needs to write documentation, too. He asks me about it while I’m on the phone and I wave him off, pointing to the phone attached to my ear. We need documentation for his area, but it’s VERY low priority at the moment.

He hovers over my desk while I’m on the phone for ten minutes. Then, he thrusts the document in my face and demands that I proofread it. I take the document.

Me: “I’ll look at it when I have time.”

And I turn back to answer another phone call. 

After an entire morning of being glued to the phone, I’m hangry and my bladder is about to burst. I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone and just want to take my lunch break to eat and decompress. 

Then, the coworker glides by.

Coworker: *Glibly* “Busy morning, huh? Guess you didn’t have a chance to read my document.” 

I bit my tongue and left quickly. But d***, coworker, read the room!

I am taking orders in the drive-thru. The next car pulls up.

Me: “How can I help you?”

Customer: “I want a coffee with a little bit of milk.”

Me: “Yes, is that hot or iced?”

Customer: “Hot, with a little bit of milk.”

Me: “Okay, a medium normally gets three milk; would you like one or two?”

Customer: “I don’t want cream!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. You would like a little bit of milk. A medium normally gets three milk. So, would you like one or two, instead?”

Customer: “I don’t want cream!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. I am sorry. You would like a little bit of milk. A medium normally gets three milk. So, would you like one or two, instead?”

Customer: “I DON’T WANT CREAM! I SAID MILK!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am, you would like a little bit of milk in your medium hot coffee. I am sorry, but I do not believe I am saying cream. A medium hot coffee normally gets three portions of milk. Since you want a little bit of milk, would you like one portion of milk or two portions of milk instead?”

Customer: “Oh, three.”

Me: “Thanks. So that is a medium hot coffee with the normal amount of milk! Anything else?” 

She ended up getting donuts, too. Luckily, she didn’t pick them out. I’ve done this job for a LONG time. That was the hardest medium hot coffee I’ve ever sold.

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My husband’s mother doesn’t trust men. When my husband was eight he “broke up” with a classmate. His mother yelled at him, saying he was just like all men.

He had a girlfriend in high school for two years but they mutually broke up their junior year. When my husband and I got engaged, some friends, including his ex-girlfriend, threw me a bridal shower. At one point, I was in a small circle of women: me, my husband’s ex-girlfriend, his mom, his sister, and two friends. His mother turned to the ex.

Husband’s Mom: “[Ex-Girlfriend], this should be your bridal shower.”

I told my husband that night that when we got married, his mother could visit but her suitcases would never come through the front door. She also told us we couldn’t invite his dad to the wedding. I told her we already had and would let her know if he was coming so she could decide if she wanted to attend. If looks could kill…