So- there was a manager that… Pretty much everyone hated. Like- I have yet to meet a person (aside from a few of other managers). This lady was crazy, always asking very personal questions, always naming random rules that literally don’t exist. (ex: tried to claim to me that they only allow natural hair color when… Many other staff have it, and literally every other manager said colored hair was allowed). Now, a few days ago a kid and his friend were playing with a ball inside the store. This ball went a lil crazy, and broke a picture frame and the glass inside.

The store tried to tell one of the kids moms to not worry, she didn’t gave to pay, etc. But this mom had a punishment in mind. She wanted to send her son up to the kroger with a sign about what he did. (Super harsh and borderline toxic punishment if you ask me). Now, if you’re manager, you’re in charge of everything that goes on around the store. Therefore you should put a stop to it. Not only did this manager allow it to happen, she ALSO heavily encouraged it.

So, she was fired. My friend and I actually watched her walk out before work.

I am a college professor and we found out today that we are going to move to online classes due to the coronavirus. While walking to the train to go home, the group of students in front of me had this conversation:

Student 1: I think Prof. X wants us to watch his lectures at a certain time. I mean, how is he going to know?

Student 2: I’m way ahead of you. I was skipping class wayyy before they told us to.

Thankfully, they’re not in my class.

(I work at a cashier at a local grocery store. I’m helping a couple with about a week’s worth of groceries, when suddenly the husband turns to me)

Husband *holding up a bottle of vinegar*: *starts rapidly talking in Italian*
Me: ehm.. sorry what?
Husband: *continues in Italian, sounding angry*
Wife: *rolls her eyes and glares*
Me: I- don’t…
Husband *bursts out laughing*: just kidding! I’m sorry, my wife hates it when I do that
Wife: you seriously need to stop!
Husband *still laughing*: I asked you if I could drink this.
Me: sure, technically you can
Husband: *loses it*
Me *now laughing*: I won’t stop you!

(They left a tip!)

(We have been reading a book for class and we have to answer questions for the chapters. It is Monday and we were assigned it on Friday making the questions due today. A kid was absent on Friday and while we are going over questions he has to go out and do them. Not even a minute after he went out he comes back.)
Teacher: … What do you need?
Kid: *sheepishly*I grabbed the wrong worksheet
Me: which one?
(I see the paper when he passes by me as I am in the front row.)
Me: A Grammar worksheet!?!?
(Cue everyone giggling)
Kid: yeah
Me: *in disbelief*How did you grab a grammar worksheet?
(The kid is really embarrassed and so he went and grabbed the correct one and is now recycling the paper he originally took)
Teacher: Why are you recycling the paper just put it back.
Kid:*really really embarrassed* um well I already put my name on it.
Me: Wait you put your name on it without realizing it was the wrong one?!
(At this point everyone is either giggling, howling with laughter, and/or facepalming. The kid just leaves the room utterly embarrassed. The kicker: the worksheet he was supposed to fill out didn’t even have a name line and he knew that so how he got that far without realizing I will never know. Oh did I mention this a is P.A. (or advanced) class?)

(For whatever reason, my measurements tend to surprise people. For example, I walked into a store that specializes in jeans:)

Me: Hi! I’m looking for [style, color, cut] jeans. Can you help me?

Employee: Wow! You’re the best customer ever! I’d say you’re a… [size] long?

Me: Uhh I think that’s my size, but I’m definitely a regular… Sometimes a short.

(The employee took it in stride, but seemed pretty surprised. Tall does not always equal long legs, people! I’m all torso! Another time I walked into a lingerie store. This interaction was much less pleasant:)

Me: Hi! I’m looking for a racerback bra. Do you have any?

Employee: Hmm you’re probably a C? Maybe a B? I think we have some over here.

Me: *politely* Oh, I’m actually a D.

Employee: No you’re not.

Me: *put off by her quick response* Umm yes, I am. Do you want me to show you the size card they gave me the last time I was here?

Employee: I think you’re wrong.

Me: ???

(I left soon after. Just because I don’t look like what you’re used to doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about–you don’t always know best!)