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Wait… This Happens?!

, , , , | Right | March 27, 2024

I have been left alone to run both the front counter and the drive thru window as my partner thinks it’s more important to socialize with her friends. A woman yells at me over the intercom when ordering due to the delay caused by this.

I stay as polite as I can given the situation and take her order, making sure to apologize for the wait. When she pulls up to the window, she sees me taking orders at the counter, packing the food and manning the window.

She promptly, sincerely, apologized not realizing that I was doing everything all at once. She looked genuinely horrified that she had yelled at me.

During a stressful shift it was much appreciated. Most don’t apologize when they realize they are in the wrong.

Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 25

, , , , | Right | March 27, 2024

An older customer storms up to the counter, cutting in line.

Customer: “You ruined my drink last time and the manager said I could get my next drink for free. I’ll get a venti caramel—”

Me: “Whoa, hold up. Which manager said this?”

Customer:Your manager! Guy in charge! Don’t interrupt me again or I’ll complain to him about you. I’ll get a venti caramel—”

Me: “I’m sorry to interrupt again, but the manager certainly did not offer you a free drink because I am the store manager.”

Customer: “You! But… you’re a child!”

Me: “And yet here you are, an older man, acting like one.”

He did NOT get his free drink, or any drink for that matter!

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Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 20

Don’t You Know The Government Is Never Wrong?

, , , , , , , , | Working | March 27, 2024

I am the author of this story. In the comments, I wrote an update about what happened with SSI after we moved; I called the same local office and they refused to change the address unless I sent a letter from the landlord or Management Office saying where I live.

At the time, I was having problems contacting someone from my management office for a “composition letter”. (Anyone familiar with NYCHA [NYC Housing Authority] would understand this frustration.) So, once again, my mom called the main SSA number and had them change it. (She is also on SSI, so we tried to kill two birds with one stone.) They did warn me that the local office may need the composition letter (which we received a few days later and I sent out to the local office to avoid any problems).

At the end of January, my mom received a letter from SSA saying her benefits were being discontinued because of conflicting addresses; we later found out that the lady who changed our address saved both addresses for my mother, and her account was flagged for fraud. My mother sent the composition letter and they reopened her case.

Unfortunately for me, when SSI canceled my daughter’s benefits, it also canceled my authorization to advocate for her; it took another few weeks of calling multiple offices to get everything straightened out.

Then, it happened again. I sent my paystubs for a specific month. Usually, they send confirmation of my paystub information, but this time, it was different. They only sent information regarding three of the paystubs I submitted. Once again, I received a letter from SSI saying I made too much money for a specific time period (the same month that one showed three of the four paystubs), I owed them more money, and it would be taken out of my daughter’s monthly benefits. I knew this wasn’t right. After reviewing the recent letter and my paystubs, I knew I didn’t make the amount of money they claimed.

So, I called the local office, and I was transferred to the rudest employee. (I know this is the employee who refused to review my daughter’s account when I asked her to double-check my overpayment because I knew some of it was a mistake. She also insinuated that they don’t make mistakes because this is “what we are trained for”.) 

After explaining to her that there must be a mistake, I was expecting her to at least check my daughter’s account.

Rude Employee: “Why don’t you double-check your paystubs and then give us a call back?”

Me: “No, there is a mistake. On [week #1 date], I made [amount #1]. On [week #2 date], I made [amount #2]. On [week #3 date], I made [amount #3], and on [week #4 date], I made [amount #4].”

Rude Employee: “Ma’am, you are not adding your paystubs correctly. You made more money, and once you have the correct amount, you’ll see why you owe the money.”

We went back and forth like this for at least ten minutes, with me giving her the actual amounts from my paystubs and her insisting I was wrong. I was getting frustrated and decided I needed to speak with someone else

Me: *Angrily but calmly* “Ma’am, you are frustrating me and are not listening. I need to speak to someone else. May I please speak to a supervisor?”

Rude Employee: *Click*

She hung up on me.

I was now furious. I called the local office back and had to wait for another fifteen minutes before getting a live person. Thankfully, it was a different employee. I began to yell at this other employee about my previous interaction with the rude employee. (I am not proud of the yelling.) Once I was done, the employee addressed me.

Employee #2: “Ma’am, I am sorry you are so angry, but I want to help you. Let’s move on from the actions of the previous call and tell me what the problem is that you are having.”

I took a deep breath and explained everything. She put me on hold to look up my account, and then, finally, she returned.

Employee #2: “Sorry about the hold. There was a discrepancy with the [week #4 date] paystub. Instead of inputting [amount #4], they put what you made for the entire month. I have corrected the amount, and you no longer owe an overpayment. Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Me: “Yes, one last question. If I ask for a supervisor, isn’t the employee supposed to transfer me?”

Employee #2: “We are supposed to handle every problem with every solution we have available; if we can’t solve the problem, there is a request for a supervisor, or both, then we are supposed to take your information, and you receive a call back once your account is reviewed.”

I thanked her for her help and apologized for yelling at her. I decided to contact the employee who handles the paystubs in our main office to ask her for my entire pay period since the time my daughter was on SSI. When I returned home, I found every letter that SSI had sent and reviewed them with my paystubs. It turned out that a huge chunk of the overpayment (about one-third) was wrong. I realized that for two months, they sent me two paystub confirmations for each month, meaning my income was inputted twice. 

When I first received notice of the huge overpayment a couple of years ago, I went to the local office to fight this overpayment as it claimed I made almost double the amount; this was the first time I met the Rude Employee. I had to bring a spreadsheet of my expenses, and all she did was question my expenses — for example, she said I was paying too much rent, even though I pay according to my income — and she refused to look into the overpayment. Had the Rude Employee at least looked into the account, she would’ve noticed the error.

With this new information, I called the general number for the Social Security Administration, explained the situation, and asked if I could appeal the overpayment decision from a few years ago. They informed me that I could, but I would have to call the local office to get it done. Once again, I called the local office and spoke with another employee about appealing the overpayment from a few years ago. He scheduled me a phone appointment. (The office was still closed because of the global health crisis.)

I was quite nervous because I was afraid I was going to get the Rude Employee. Thankfully, I got a very nice employee, and she and I had the same last name. I explained to her that someone from her office was constantly doubling my income.

Nice Employee: “Yeah, that’s a common mistake.”

She put me on a brief hold, and when she returned:

Nice Employee: “Here’s what I am going to do. Fax me everything you have. Once I have everything, I will investigate this matter. If you are right, your overpayment will be canceled, and if you overpaid, we will return it to you.”

I was happy that, finally, this overpayment was being investigated. Lo and behold, the next month, my daughter received a few hundred dollars more, and I received a letter saying that the huge overpayment was done in error. So far, everything is over and in order… for now.

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I’m Drawing A Sauvignon Blank

, , , , | Right | March 27, 2024

I work in a wine store. A customer walks in and approaches me immediately.

Customer: “I wanted to get some wines from France; I heard they’re the best. Do you have any? It’s for a dinner party.”

Me: “Yes, right this way. Do you know if you’d like a particular grape?”

Customer: “Grape? What’s that got to do with it?” 

Me: “By grape, I mean the type of wine, like Cabernet-Sauvignon, or Merlot?” 

Customer: *Blank stare* “I just want French. I heard it was the best.”

Me: “Okay, well, they’re all here. If you’re looking to host a dinner party, I can recommend this one.”

Customer: “I can’t have that one! It’s corked!”

Me: “It’s… corked? I’m sorry, but how do you know?”

Customer: “There’s cork on the top! Why are you trying to sell me corked wine?!”

Me: “‘Corked’ doesn’t mean that it has a cork stopper used to seal the bottle. Corked means… Well, where are you getting your wine advice?”

Customer: “YouTube. They said French is best and not to get corked wine.”

Me: “Well, I can tell you a few things that your YouTube video didn’t tell you, but I can assure you that it is very unlikely this wine is ‘corked’ in the bad sense of the word, and I can explain to you how you can tell.”

Customer: “Can’t you just let me try some now, so I can tell?” 

Me: “Since most of our customers drive here, we find it best not to allow them to sample alcoholic drinks while on the premises.”

Customer: “Wait, this wine is alcoholic?” 

Me: “Sir, what exactly is this YouTube channel you’ve been watching?!”

Popping The Bully’s Bubble On Popcorn Day

, , , , , , , | Learning | March 27, 2024

When I was in elementary school *mumble* decades ago, my mom joined a kind of mom’s club that the school had. I don’t remember a lot of it, other than that they would have a Friday Popcorn Day for kids and ran a holiday “store” where kids could buy small gifts to give to their families. They would also have whistles and be playground monitors to help herd kids inside.

Most of the school student body knew the moms in this club, and it was no secret that “[My Name]’s Mom Is Really Nice!” (I heard this a lot growing up.)

One young girl, [Bully], was taught some really poor ideas by her parents. She used the fact that she wasn’t white to throw the race card around and get out of anything, which meant that she rarely got detention despite being a little terror. She would deface school property with Sharpies, bully other kids, refuse to behave in class, and go running to her mommy if someone with a spine put her in detention.

Just a few weeks into the next school year, the brown stuff hit the fan when she went too far. [Bully] got in trouble for deliberately throwing a Nerf ball and hitting fellow students in the head with it. She then ran to the school administration with a story that our new teacher had gotten her alone and touched her inappropriately.

Of course, this launched an investigation and caused a scandal. The teacher was, of course, innocent. But investigations like these were career-enders, especially since security cameras and the like were uncommon in those days. The teacher decided to retire, despite my mom being a witness and testifying in her favor. She was not found guilty, thankfully, but it still meant that my whole class ended up losing her as our teacher.

There were unexpected consequences for [Bully], though. While I wasn’t very aware of the legal aspect, I was aware that the entire Mom’s Club became coldly polite to [Bully]. And she noticed. So, she decided to confront my mom one Friday with a bunch of her friends with her. It was, of course, also in front of a lot of other fellow students who were there for the popcorn.

Bully: *To my mom* “Mrs. [Last Name], why don’t you like me anymore?”

Mom: “Because you’re not a nice person, [Bully].”

Bully: *Shocked* “Yes, I am! I’m nice!”

Mom: “You lied about Mrs. [Teacher] touching you. Nice people don’t lie like that and get other people hurt.”

Bully: “I didn’t lie!”

Mom: “[Bully], I was right there next to you on the playground when you bragged to your friends about it. You said, ‘I can do whatever I want, and if I get in trouble, I can just get them in trouble like Mrs. [Teacher]. My mom told me how to do it: I just have to lie about her touching me. And now that she’s gone, they all know that I can do it to anyone else I want.’ You did lie, and you were proud of getting her in trouble. Nice people don’t do that.”

[Bully] went very quiet.

Mom: “Now, do you want to get popcorn or not?”

[Bully] quietly accepted the popcorn and walked away.

Of course, this conversation happened in front of a lot of kids, many of whom [Bully] had made miserable, so of course, it spread very quickly through the student body.

[Bully] got very quiet and didn’t pick on kids anymore because now they had ammo to fire back: “If the Really Nice Mom doesn’t like you, then you did something REALLY bad.” She left the school soon after that. 

It was a harsh lesson for her, and I honestly hope she grew up to be a better person and never tried that tactic again.