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Totally Estúpido! Part 31

, , , , , , , | Right | March 17, 2024

My name is Jose, and I live in California. I received an email from a potential client.

Client: “I am interested in one of your illustrations. I have a budget of 30 USD.”

Me: “I am truly sorry, sir, but that budget isn’t adequate for my illustration services.”

Client: “I don’t think you understood. That’s 30 dollars American, not pesos, amigo. I need that illustration done by tomorrow — in other words… pronto. Can you do it?”

Me: “Wow.”

Client: “Yeah, now you get it. That should pay for a whole month of cerveza and tacos.”

Related:
Totally Estúpido! Part 30
Totally Estúpido! Part 29
Totally Estúpido! Part 28
Totally Estúpido! Part 27
Totally Estúpido! Part 26

They’ll Always Be Caught With Their Pants Down

, , , , , | Right | March 17, 2024

In the UK, “pants” typically means what Americans would call “underwear”, and they use “trousers” to mean what Americans call “pants”.

Customer: *In an English accent* “‘Scuse me. Where can I find boys’ pants?”

Employee: “Right over… Sorry, do you mean in the American or the British sense?”

Customer: “Just pants!”

Employee: “Right, but… trousers or underwear?”

Customer: “What? Neither! Pants!”

Employee: “Uh… children’s clothes are right over there.”

A few minutes later, the customer comes back, gesturing at her basket.

Customer: “Look, this is what I meant! No American or British or anything. Pants!”

Employee: “Ma’am, those are socks.”

Organ Removal Is Some Sexy Stuff

, , , , , | Healthy | March 17, 2024

I encountered some overzealous filters when I worked in a hospital’s records section. I was trying to look up a newly developed type of radical prostatectomy once. The computer’s filter wouldn’t let me look at the British Urological Society’s website because words with “sexual connotations” were found there.

I had to get special permission for some of the websites I routinely used to research terms found in dictated documents.

I also had a link to an “online bartender” site on my computer because I handled paperwork for the drug/alcohol treatment wing and, as a nondrinker, I’d never heard of 90% of the patients’ beverages of choice.

Like Pushing A Big, Stupid Rock Up A Really Big Boillh

, , , , , , , | Working | March 15, 2024

I work in an internal tech support call center. When we’re talking with techs onsite, we often give them our email address in order for them to send us pictures of the equipment and the like. Our email addresses are the standard for most companies: “first name dot last name at [Company] dot com.” Both my first and last names are super simple — four letters each. Although my first name isn’t super common, I do share it with a very famous African American Jazz singer and actress.

Me: “I need you to send a picture to my email. I can give you that whenever you’re ready.”

Associate: “Okay… I’m ready.”

Me: “Okay, my email is Lxxx dot Hill at [Company] dot com.”

Associate: “Hold on, you went too fast.”

Me: “Sorry about that.”

I spell my name phonetically, slowly.

Me: “L-X-X-X dot H-I-L-L at [Company] dot com.”

Associate: “Okay, so you said ‘O’, right?”

Me: “What?! No, there is no O in my name.”

Associate: “Oh. Okay, so it’s O-I-L-L, right?”

Me: *Flustered* “No, there is no O in my name. It’s L, like in ‘lion’ or ‘lima’.

I spell my name phonetically again.

Associate: “Okay, so what’s the rest?”

Me: “Uh, it’s H-I-L-L at [Company] dot com.”

Associate: “That’s spelled B-I-L-L-H, right?”

The whole office is now laughing at this.

Me: “What?! No. My last name is spelled like Hill, like I walked over a hill.”

Associate: “I’m sorry, did you say ‘bridges’?”

Me: “No. No, I didn’t. I said ‘Hill’, H-I-L-L.”

Associate: “Well, that’s a weird last name. So, it’s B-H-I-L-L?”

Me: “No. It’s H as in ‘Hotel’, I-L-L. There is no B or O in my name.”

Associate: “You’ll have to forgive me; I’m not a part of this twentieth century. I’m kinda stuck in the nineteenth century.”

Me: *Mumbling* “We’re in the twenty-first century.”

Associate: “I think I got it! So, it’s L-X-X-X dot H-I-L-L at… What was the company name?”

Me: “Sir, we work at the same company, so it would be [Company].”

Associate: “Oh, that’s right. I just sent the email.”

Me: “Great! I’ll give it a second to show up in my inbox.”

Ten minutes later…

Me: “Did you ever send that picture? I still don’t see it.”

Associate: “No, I was waiting for you to tell me to send it.”

Me: *Deep breath* “Sir, please send me that picture. Without it, I won’t be much help.”

Associate: “Well, I can’t send it. I have no email.”

Me: *Pauses* “Sir, you have a company email, just like I do… You know what? Is there anyone else there that can send me the email?”

Associate: “I can check.” *Screaming* “ANYONE THERE?!”

This call went on for fifty-seven minutes. In the end, the picture that was finally sent to me wasn’t even of the same equipment type that I needed him to test.

He’s Projecting Something, But It’s Not What He Thinks It Is

, , , , , , | Right | March 15, 2024

A patron has been using one of our reference computers to find books on particular subjects, and he approaches me with a list. It should be noted that we get a lot of conspiracy theory nuts and hunters of the paranormal as they believe the information on the Internet is either fake or gets them put on some kind of government “watch list”.

Patron: “I’m looking for books on these subjects. I’m having trouble with the last one!”

The list contains your standard list on paranormal subjects, but the last one is written as “a$$tral projection.”

Me: “Sir, I think you’re having trouble with that last one because it’s misspelled.”

Patron: “No! I know what I wrote, and I’m looking for that!”

Me: “Sir, either that’s misspelled or it’s a type of book you wouldn’t find in a public library.”

Patron: “Why? Scared of educating the masses about what truths are really out there?”

Me: “Sir, just remove an S from this and you should find the computers a lot more helpful.”

The patron suddenly realizes their error, turns red, and slinks away. I tell my manager about it as he witnessed the encounter. 

Manager: “You were far too nice. I would have just sent him to YouTube and typed in ‘how to twerk’.”