I volunteer as a first aid responder for some dance festivals. (Not the kind with beer flying everywhere, but balfolk style dancing). Every day from start to finish I wear a walkie-talkie with an ear piece and unless we get a call I can just enjoy the festival as if I were a visitor.

In the 4 days of this festival I get called to the first aid stand a few times and despite being there in a minute, each time one of my teammembers has already beaten me there and it’s little more than a paper cut or sprained ankle.

Afterwards as people are saying goodbye I talk to one of the organisers.
Me: Thanks for another great festival.
Organiser: We’re happy to do it, and thank you as well.
Me: I almost feel bad for getting in free, I’ve barely done any work.
Organiser: Don’t worry about it. If someone would have been seriously hurt, you would have done it.
Me: …. uh, yeah, that’s definitely what I like to do.
Organiser: Blurgh pfftblb! You know what I mean! These festivals are fun but exhausting!

I’m checking out and using the the in store app for coupons. I get my total, and don’t see most of them on the screen. I ask the cashier about one and the woman behind me does the whole arms waving in the air OMG!
Ok, that didn’t go through for stupid reason, and I ask about another. Again with the calisthenics! I check a third and I’m sure she’s going to say something – but it’s making me giggle inside, cuz I’m sure she’s going to do the same thing when it’s her turn!!
It just kills me how the coupons appear to be inclusive until you get to the register. I never give the cashier a hard time, because it’s not their fault – and some, since I only inquire nicely, have manually entered it for me, I do ask.
I do know that there were plenty of self serve registers available if she was in that much of a hurry – so sorry, Karen!

We are at the local spring/harvest fair in my hometown. My 2 year old daughter has spent most of the day in the petting farms, having her first experience touching sheep, chickens, pigs and riding a pony. We are near a stall for a local animal refuge when she pulls from my grasp and runs up to the stall and starts petting a labradoodle. I chase up to her and start talking with the lady at the stall who was on her phone.

Me: Wow! Labradoodles are so placid! Is that their nature, or is it just well trained?

Stall Holder: I think it’s 50/50. They’re mostly placid creatures but we have had some that just couldn’t be rehomed because they were too defensive.

I ask a few more questions about labradoodles as my daughter is just really enjoying petting and stroking this one. We start talking about adoption processes because I am thinking about getting a dog and would really prefer a shelter pup.

Out of nowhere, another lady appears!

Lady: Oh my god! Thank you so much for looking after him, I really appreciate it!

Stall Holder: Wait, what?

The stall holder stands up and peers over the desk and sees my little one petting the dog as the lady unties it from the stand of the tent. The lady thanks the stall holder again and walks off.

Me: Did you not know there was a dog there?

Stall Holder: No! I didn’t even see your daughter petting it, I am so sorry!!

Me: That’s ok, I though it was a stall dog or something like that!

As the lady and her dog get out of sight, my daughter pipes up: “Bye sheep!”

I’m not sure whether the stall holder or the dog owner was negligent here, but at least my daughter had fun out of the experience!

(I am an elementary teacher. I have just finished up a small group with a student. It is the last day before Thanksgiving break.)

Me: Bye, honey, have a great holiday!
Student: You too. Have a happy Thanksgiving, and a happy Black Friday…if you celebrate it.

(So I’m 13 ,I’m really badly self conscious and get social anxiety, I’ve just had a trial to play for my county and my mum and I decide to get some fast food)

Little girl: my sister wants to say something to you
The sister: No No No
(I stand up)
Me: yeah what’s up?
My mum: don’t
(So I sit back down and my mum goes to the loo and this child comes up to me)

Little girl: my sister thinks your really ugly.
Me: ok
(Note my hair is very messy from playing hockey all day)
Little girl: my sister thinks ur messy hair is disgusting.
Me: ok
(Little girl continues to insult me as I’m on the brink of tears and my mum comes back. At this point I was fuming like do some people not teach their children manners. A few minutes pass and I over hear this little girls brother like shouting at her oops )