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Pure Blind Ignorance

, , , , | Right | November 19, 2021

My nephew and daughter are about eight. My nephew became completely blind a few years ago due to complications from an infection. My daughter has a lazy eye and some other vision issues and wears very big glasses.

I’ve taken my nephew and daughter out to a restaurant. They are genuinely good friends. My nephew is wearing sunglasses indoors and has his red and white cane leaned up against his chair, both obvious signs of him being blind. Some old man walks over and starts complaining to us. Assuming that my nephew is my son, he says:

Old Man: “It’s obvious that there is genetic blindness in your family! You’re being irresponsible by having more than one child! You’ve caused great suffering by bringing into the world two children who both will eventually go blind!”

As he was ranting, a very burly waiter tapped the man on the shoulder and asked him to leave, politely but coolly, and the scrawny old man decided it was probably best not to cross him.

For all of our troubles, the waiter had the owner give us free ice cream, which was very nice because it wasn’t the restaurant’s fault at all, and the restaurant has easily become a household favorite.

Doesn’t Sea What You Mean

, , , , , | Right | August 17, 2021

I work at a high-end chain hotel. I had a platinum guest who insisted that I give her the ocean view she had requested. I accidentally blurted out:

Me: “Ocean view?”

Then, I realized she meant water view. The next morning, she came to my desk to complain.

Guest: “You didn’t give me an ocean view, and then when you gave me one, the ocean was so small!”

Considering that we were in Burlington, Vermont, I felt that a room with a view of Lake Champlain was much closer than the 300 miles to the closest ocean!

Trouble Comes In Many Forms

, , , , , , , | Learning | April 19, 2021

When I was a teenager, I went to a boarding school for “troubled teen girls” for a short period of time. I was physically ill after finally being diagnosed with an autoimmune disorder, and my missing school was leading my grades to drop to the point where I was on the verge of being kicked out, so they enrolled me for a few trimesters as a way for me to catch up. A lot of the girls were suffering from severe behavioral issues and returning from wilderness camps, so it was a pretty intense group of kids.

Most Internet use was forbidden except in connection with schoolwork, and all of our computers in the computer lab faced inward so the teacher who was running the computer lab could see our screens. There were also very strict blocks that blocked almost everything except for educational websites. They’d never had any issues, until me.

I was annoyed at these restrictions and wanted to talk to my friends via email and post on forums. It was nothing malicious at all; besides my health issues, I was a pretty good kid. Unfortunately for the school, I was the first student that happened to know about using proxy servers to get around these restrictions.

I was constantly alt+tabbing, using tiny windows, and being on the lookout for when the lab monitor looked my way. This went on for months before a couple of students found out and asked me about it. I kept my mouth shut because I didn’t want to cause trouble, and I knew that everyone suddenly having access would be impossible to hide. Of course, that meant that they went and told the principal about it.

They had no idea how I managed to do it. Even the so-called IT people for the school had no explanation! Frustrated, the principal forbade me from entering the computer lab again until I told them how I managed to get around the restrictions.

Unfortunately for them, I was leaving the school soon after anyway, so it didn’t make a difference. Amusingly, they wound up calling my parents because of the “trouble” I was making and complained that I was being uncooperative.

I don’t remember if anyone else managed to figure out what I was doing, and years later, my mom admitted that she was so proud to find out that the “trouble” I was making was being the first person to outsmart the school just so I could check my email and post on some gaming forums.

In A State Of Confusion, Part 8

, , , , | Right | September 30, 2020

I work in a tourist gift store, so most customers are tourists. The customer is paying for something with exact change and I notice that they hand me a Vermont state quarter.

Me: “Oh, did you want to keep this as a souvenir and give me another quarter? This is a Vermont quarter!”

Customer: “Vermont has its own currency?!”

I said nothing and took the quarter. 

In A State Of Confusion, Part 7
In A State Of Confusion, Part 6
In A State Of Confusion, Part 5
In A State Of Confusion, Part 4
In A State Of Confusion, Part 3

Flee Before Biker Santa Claus

, , , , , | Friendly | July 30, 2020

When I was in middle school, my mother moved from Florida to Vermont to live with my step-father. My parents worked out an arrangement where I would visit her over long school holidays several times a year, flying as an unaccompanied minor.

I am, and always have been, the sort of person who is happy to have random conversations with strangers, so I would end up with a “plane buddy” by the end of every flight.

One such temporary friend was a — presumably — nice middle-aged man with whom I had chatted back and forth with for the entire three-hour flight about nothing much at all. We were leaving the terminal and walking together towards the baggage claim when I spotted my step-dad at the terminal entrance waiting for me.

I happily pointed and said, “There’s my step-dad!”

But by the time I turned back around, my companion had vanished.

When I asked my step-dad what happened, he said he saw me pointing and the man with me took one look at him, turned pale as a sheet, and then fled the other way.

I should point out that my step-father is a massive man whose appearance is best described as “biker Santa Claus,” and he is twice as strong as he looks. I have no idea if that guy had any unsavory intentions or if he was just afraid he would be accused of such, but I did get a light scolding from my step-dad about being too trusting of random men in airports.