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Sorry, Heartfelt Requests Are Only Available Before Eleven

, , , , , , | Right | July 22, 2022

I work in a coffee shop and bakery where breakfast is from 7:00 to 11:00 am, no exceptions. You’d be surprised how many people come in and expect breakfast when it’s long past noon or later. Some even have the nerve to get angry, like it’s an inexcusable crime not to make them an exception to the rules.

Customer: “I’d like two coffees and a breakfast sandwich to go.”

Me: “We can give you the coffee, sir, but I’m afraid breakfast is over for the day.”

It is almost noon already.

Customer: “Come on, have a heart! My son is in the hospital and he’s really wanting one of your sandwiches! Can’t you just make me one?”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir. We can’t do that.”

Customer: “Oh, come on, have a heart! It’s just one sandwich!”

Cue my manager, who happens to be close enough to listen.

Manager: “All the stuff for breakfast is already put away, sir. We’re not doing breakfast again until tomorrow.”

Customer: “Have you no heart? Can’t you make an exception for me? My son is in the hospital!”

Manager: “Sorry, sir, but no.”

Me: “You can still order anything else on our menu, just not breakfast.”

Customer: “That’s not what I came for!”

In the end, the customer practically throws down the money for the coffee, which he still wants.

Customer: “That’s the last time I order here! See if I ever come here again!”

After he was gone, we all stared at each other like, “Did that really just happen?”

Sorry about your son, sir, assuming your story is true, and we hope he gets well soon.

I’d like to hope you were just overreacting from the stress, but for heaven’s sake, there’s no need to have a little public tantrum over a silly sandwich and accuse us, to our faces, of being “heartless.” Come on!

At Least You Gave Her A Laugh When She Needed It

, , , , , , , | Related | July 19, 2022

My aunt was staying with us for a bit so she could attend a funeral. I didn’t know any details about it.

I was doing dishes when I came across a note on the counter with the name of a recently deceased former senator on it. I thought this was rather odd.

Me: “Hey, didn’t [Late Senator] die recently?”

Aunt: “Yes, he was my grandfather.”

Me: “Oh, I’m so sorry.”

There was silence for about a minute.

Me: “Wait, that’s the funeral that you’re here for.”

Aunt: “Yeah.”

Needless to say, it made her laugh. I was thoroughly embarrassed, though.

When The Patients Aren’t

, , , , , | Right | July 18, 2022

It’s a busy morning in the pharmacy; we’ve had tons of new prescriptions coming in to fill, people are picking up their stuff that’s ready, the phones are ringing non-stop, we’re putting away our medication order, and we’ve given at least thirty vaccinations in the couple of hours since we opened.

My coworker is ringing people up at the drive-thru. There’s been a constant line all morning, and she’s selling the prescriptions as fast as she can. Then, she gets this customer.

Coworker: “Hi, how can I help you?”

Customer: “Ugh, I’ve been waiting forever to pick up my prescription.”

Coworker: “Sorry about that, it’s been really busy here today. Can I get your name and date of birth?”

The customer gives her the information.

Coworker: “Okay, it looks like that prescription just came through from the doctor, so it’s not ready yet. If you can give us about fifteen minutes, we’ll have it for you. I’ll just need you to pull around to the end of the line while—”

Customer: “What do you mean, it’s not ready yet?! I’m not moving! If you all weren’t so lazy in there, it would be ready already!”

My pharmacist hears this and comes over to the drive-thru.

Pharmacist: “Ma’am, where would you like your prescription transferred to?”

Customer: “What?”

Pharmacist: “Which pharmacy would you like your prescription transferred to?”

Customer: “I don’t want it transferred!”

Pharmacist: “Well, the technician told you that your prescription has just barely arrived from the doctor’s office. So you can either go to the end of the line while we get it ready for you, or I will transfer it to another pharmacy. But you can’t stay where you’re at now.”

Customer: “Fine!”

She went to the end of the line.

This May Be The Sign Of A Toxic Coworker

, , , , , | Working | July 13, 2022

I’ve recently started working at a company that provides assistive technology to deaf people. I’m hearing, but I’ve already learned how to sign a few common expressions, like “good morning.” During our morning meeting, this exchange happens.

Me: *Signing* “Good morning!”

Hearing Coworker: “So, this is the sign for ‘morning’?” *Repeats the sign*

Me: “Yup.”

Hearing Coworker: “Not this?” *Does a similar sign*

Me: “Nope.” *To my deaf coworkers* “What does this mean?” *Repeats the similar sign*

Deaf Coworker: “Talk to Human Resources.”

At that moment, I remembered that sign meant, “F*** you!”

We’d Hit The Like Button On That

, , , , , , | Friendly | July 11, 2022

I was driving home from work when I made the mistake of cutting another car off. Or, more precisely, I made the mistake of merging over into the lane ahead of another car, with a good four or five car lengths separating us, which led to them suddenly speeding up after I’d completely merged over, moving up to tailgate me, and pounding on their horn.

They carried on like that up until we reached the next intersection, where the light had just turned red. They then jumped over into the left lane that I’d just merged over from, moving up alongside me. I glanced over and saw that the girl in the passenger seat and a guy in the backseat both had their phones out and pointed at me.

Great, someone’s hoping for a new TikTok or something.

I stared up at the light, listening to my music, while peripherally aware of the passenger in the car shouting things that I couldn’t quite make out over my music. As the red light continued to be red, I gave in to my morbid curiosity and turned the volume down on my music just a tad until I could make out what she was saying.

Passenger: “—see you glancing. We can see you look at us. What? You like my t*ts? Huh? You like to—”

Aaand back up goes the volume.

Right as the turn lanes got the green light, I spotted a sudden motion out of the corner of my eye. I foolishly looked over on instinct and spotted the passenger swinging her arm to apparently try and hit my window. She’d evidently underestimated just how far apart our vehicles were, and so she’d missed, but as I watched, she hauled herself up like a lunging seal, shoving herself up onto the edge of the window, still clutching her phone in one hand while balling up her fist in the other to try and give my window a punch.

Before she actually could, however, the light turned green. I immediately stepped on the gas, accelerating forward, and as I did, I heard a short scream from her, audible over a lull in my music.

Passenger: “MY PHONE!”

A glance in my side mirror showed her now jackknifed over the edge of the car window, trying to reach something on the ground. I’m guessing that my sudden movement startled her enough to lose her grip on her phone, or maybe her contortions to try and wiggle out of the window loosened her grip.

Either way, I don’t think they were going to be able to post whatever “viral hits video” they were hoping for.