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Sensitivity Isn’t Native To This Coworker

, , , , , , , , , | Working | December 4, 2021

I work for the TSA. Most of you don’t like that very much. I am terribly sorry for the things that cause our negative reputation. I know it’s well deserved. I really am sorry.

I personally need the health insurance very badly and appreciated the $22-per-hour starting wages — which have gone up since then — pretty well.

One of my coworkers is patting down a Native woman. The woman has two long braided lengths of hair. My coworker grabs the braids and makes a “giddyap” motion like one would do with reins on a horse and says, “Hu-ha! Giddyap, cowboy!”

They put the coworker on bin running for a few months and made her take a sensitivity class.

I still feel bad about this.

Not-So-Smooth(ie) Sailing

, , | Right | December 4, 2021

I work at a smoothie store, and I get an online order. He orders it with no juice, no ice cream, no ice, no fruit, and a bunch of protein powder. It’s literally just a cup with protein powder in it. When he comes in to pick it up:

Me: “What do you want me to do with this? What can I make you?”

Customer: “I don’t know. I don’t want anything. I just wanted to see what you would do.”

Thanks, Rafiki!

, , , , , , , | Friendly | December 4, 2021

When I was about five years old, my parents took my three siblings and me to the state fair. At some point, I slipped away from the group. My mom noticed almost immediately but couldn’t find me. Cue panicked yelling of my name, and my dad asking a vendor to get security immediately.

Earlier in the day, my mom had bought us Disney pennants with our names on them. A man heard the yelling, looked down, and spotted a hysterically crying child holding a pennant with the name being called.

He crouched down and asked me to lift my flag as high as I could. I did so, and he picked me up and lifted me over the crowd.

Man: “[My Name]’s mom! [My Name]’s dad!”

The crowd cleared the way to my parents, some of them joining the call. My parents spun around and saw me now half-giggling, half-crying, being held like Simba, and ran to me. My parents thanked the man profusely, and those pennants were packed anytime we went to an outdoor event.

Shopping Follows The Circle Of Life

Then How Do You… GAH!

, , , | Right | December 4, 2021

I’m working in a restaurant and I get a phone call.

Customer: “I’d like to make an order for delivery.”

Me: “Okay, can I have your address, please?”

Customer: “I’m not telling you that! That’s personal information!”

Momzilla Of The Bride

, , | Right | December 3, 2021

I work at a bridal shop that also sells a variety of bridesmaid, mother-of-the-bride, and special occasion/prom dresses. A woman is looking for a dress for her daughter’s wedding in a specific color.

Customer: “Is it true that if I wanted a certain dress—” *gestures to a black dress we have on the rack* “—but needed it in a different color, you could order that for me?”

Me: “No, we are only able to order different colors in bridesmaid dresses. For mother-of-the-bride dresses, we only sell what you see on the racks here.”

Customer: “Oh, okay. Thank you.”

I go back to my other work responsibilities and the customer approaches me a few minutes later.

Customer: “I am looking for a dress in [specific color] but I didn’t see anywhere you showed me earlier.”

Me: “Oh, yes. Our mother-of-the-bride dresses actually don’t come in that color. We do, however, have a few similar color dresses. Did you see those ones?”

Customer: “I did, but they won’t work.”

Me: “Okay, no worries! If you’re needing that color, let me show you some of our bridesmaid dresses that come in that color to see if you like anything!”

It is very common for mothers of brides and grooms to buy a bridesmaid dress instead; they often like the styles more as they are less matronly. I go through my whole thing, telling her about the styles and how we can order the dress in the color she wants. She rolls her eyes and looks at the dresses in disgust.

Customer: “Like I already told you before, I don’t need a bridesmaid dress. I’m not a bridesmaid. Do you even know what a mother-of-the-bride dress is?”

She then describes what a mother-of-the-bride dress is, which I already know because I work at a DRESS store. I’m shocked at the sudden change of attitude and the pure audacity.

Me: “Yes, ma’am, I know what a mother-of-the-bride dress is, but as I told you before, we don’t have that color in the dress you’re looking for. The bridesmaid section will be your best option to find that color dress. That’s why I brought you over here.”

She walked out a few minutes later and didn’t buy anything. Not surprising.