My husband and I were heading out tonight and an 8 point buck stepped right in front of us and we struck him. Fortunately our truck is lifted and modified, otherwise he’d have come through the windshield.

After composing ourselves and looking at the damage, we decided to continue going to getting something to eat. On our way home, we were going along and talking about what happened.

Me: The buck got *******.
Husband: laughs
Me: No, I got one better. The buck got trucked!
We both laughed heartily at that.

It still stinks because here it is a week before Thanksgiving and we’re not sure what we’ll do about Christmas. But at least we have our sense of humor.

I’m working with online invoices and sees some pretty strange stuff everyday. Customer is calling in and informs me that they never received their order. I take a look at the order and sees that almost all items in the order is sex toys.

Customer: So I never revived the items and I don’t really want the items in order anymore.
Me: Is that so?
Customer: Yeah I had a partner which I bought those to.. but we are no longer together.
Me: Sorry to hear…

Tad awkward

(Very important context for this story, when I was a small child, my mother loved to dress me up all the time, until I was about 6 years old and I decided I didn’t like it. I am now in my 30s.)

Mom: I was checking out shoe sales, and saw a pair of boots I think you should take a look at.

Me: Ehhh… boots.

Mom: No, like the ones I wear, they just slide on.

Me: I don’t like boots.

Mom: No, not to like work in, just to go out and around in.

Me: But I don’t like boots. I don’t like the way they look on me, why would I wear something if I don’t like how it looks?

Mom: I need to dig out that picture of you when you were three. You had on your red cowboy boots, and your rabbit fur jacket. You wore them all the time.

Me: Yeah, and I wore frilly dresses with matching frilly socks, and I don’t like those, either.

Mom: (Laughing) Oh, great, now you’re going to tell me you didn’t like the lacy underwear you used to wear over your diapers.

Me: Hated those, too.

Mom: (Still laughing) Get the f*** out, you’re bothering me.

Where I work, Supervisor has a reputation as being the one to call if you need someone to be mean. The other day, I overhear this conversation between Supervisor and Manager.
Supervisor: When you where at lunch, I went out and talked to a driver that had parked his car in the ramp where they push the carts up into the store.
Manager: Did you tell him to move?
Supervisor: I told him, “Sir, this isn’t a parking spot.” He said, “But my friend just had surgery.” I said to him, “Then you can drop him off at the door and go park in a regular parking spot.”

Essentially, I am one of four employees in the fish department at a local pet store. While I am young, I have nearly four years of professional experience, plus years more of hobby experience.
Note: I am a 19 year old woman

I am in the midst of helping a customer but decide to still be polite and greet the new customer, a man in his 30s.
Me: Hello, are you looking for anything today?
Him: Are there any men here?
Me: Excuse me?
Him: Are there any men here?
Me: Technically yes.
Him: Where is he?!
Me: He is on his break currently.
Him: *turning away* I’ll wait
Me: (note:I am partially deaf and cannot hear if someone turns away from me) Excuse me?
Him: I’LL WAIT
Me: He’ll be a minute. What is it you needed?
Him: Some items.
Me: Okay then. *walks away to finish with my customer*

My male boss came out about 5 minutes later and talked to him. The customer didn’t even end up buying anything.