At This Store, You Get What You Ask For!

, , , , , | Right | September 9, 2018

(I work in a popular ladies clothing store. It is a busy Saturday afternoon, with a line of customers. Our state offers tax-exempt shopping for customers from certain nearby states.)

Customer: “I’m an Alaska resident; I’m tax-free.”

Me: *jokingly, with a smile* “Prove it! I’ll need your driver’s licence or ID.”

(The customer rolls her eyes and tosses her licence at me silently. I cross to the other side of the register counter and pick up the paperwork I need to complete the tax-exempt sale.)

Customer’s Friend: “Ugh. Can you go ANY slower?”

Me: *smiles* “Yes.” *I start writing more slowly and carefully, and take my time typing in the computer and carefully folding all her items* “Thank you for shopping at [Store].”

Bag Prices Are Getting ‘High’

, , , , | Right | September 6, 2018

(I’m the dumb customer here. I stopped into a discount store for a few items. Two things about my town: First, we have a LOT of legal marijuana shops because the state has recently legalized it. Second, under a local environmental law, shops in town are not allowed to give out plastic shopping bags, but can give a paper bag if you pay five cents.)

Clerk: “Do you have a reusable bag?”

Me: “Oh, no. I got more stuff than I thought. I guess I’ll have to take a nickel bag, too!”

Clerk: *deadpan* “Sorry, ma’am, we don’t sell that yet. Try a few doors down.”

(The clerk and I burst out laughing. The elderly lady behind me is not happy; she doesn’t realize that a “nickel bag” is slang for $5 worth of weed.)

Lady: “What’s the problem? She asked for a bag. You have to give her a bag! I can see you have them right there!”

(This of course makes us laugh harder.)

Me: “It’s okay. ”

Lady: “These laws are ridiculous. You are even willing to pay for your paper bag; you should not have to put up with poor service as well. Just give her the nickel bag!”

(We were both laughing so much that the lady stomped off into another checkout aisle, muttering about “poor service.”)

Need Some Protective Services From That Nurse

, , , , , | Healthy | August 30, 2018

(I’ve just had my first child. I went into labor at night and he was born just after midnight. My boyfriend manages to get the next morning off, but as he’s the assistant manager of a dock, he has to go in the next afternoon. I’m not worried, as there’s not much concern for me or my son. The next day, my OBGYN comes in.)

Doctor: “Hey, [My Name], how are you feeling?”

Me: “Still sore. Is everything all right?”

Doctor: “Oh, yeah. I just want to let you know that a nurse wanted me to call Child Protection Services for you.”

(I freak out a bit, but he laughs.)

Doctor: “Don’t worry; I won’t. Apparently, because of your boyfriend having to go to work, she didn’t think you guys were capable of taking care of your son. It’s pretty stupid.”

(I relaxed after that. My son came home a day later and, with some help from friends, we had no problems with taking care of him.)

Getting To The Meat Of This Homeless Issue

, , , , , , | Hopeless | August 26, 2018

Until I met my husband — a much more jaded person than I — my attitude when encountering a street person begging was: If they need it so much they’re begging for it, then they’re in a worse position than I am, and I’ll give it to them. I don’t care if it makes me a sucker, and I don’t care what they use it for.

I will never forget one birthday with him. At my request we went to a vegan restaurant in Portland, Oregon, where I was prepared to be dazzled by the food. I am a vegetarian; he is not.

It turned out to be not all that. The food was really greasy, and I couldn’t understand why it was so freaking popular, but we boxed up the expensive leftovers to go and headed back home.

We knew there would be a lot of street people on our way home, and hatched a plan to give the leftovers away, hopefully to salvage what was left of my birthday by doing something good, at least. But we didn’t see anybody begging for food in Oregon, and when we crossed over the border back to Washington, we were keeping a watchful eye out.

Finally, on one street corner, there was an apparently homeless teenager looking for handouts. We approached him and offered him the leftovers. He looked a bit wary and sad when he said, “I’m a vegetarian.” (For anyone who’s not a vegetarian, that may sound petty; like, “Well, if you’re hungry enough, you’ll eat it!” But as a nearly lifelong vegetarian myself, I can tell you: No, we won’t.)

I couldn’t believe my luck when I heard that. I told him, “It’s from [Restaurant]. It’s vegan!” I felt like the Universe had ordained this entire incident, and in our rear-view mirror we could see him eating out of the box as he walked away.

Unfiltered Story #118768

, , , | Unfiltered | August 23, 2018

I work for a well known web company, and at least once a week I receive emails regarding verifying accounts. We send very specific crystal clear instructions to send an email to X email, with detailed information, to verify your account. More often then not I receive inquiries of this nature:

customer: I received an email telling me to send in verification information to this specific email. …WHAT DO I DO?

*facepalm* “have you tried emailing that information in to that email?”

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