I am a disabled worker in a sheltered workshop.
We have a warehouse, where disabled workers also work there
one day, our supervisor comes to see us.
Supervisor: You can go to the warehouse as a backup? they need to move the boxes to another location, and there are not enough of them.
disabled worker 1: why?.
Supervisor: Because we are going to receive the electrician, who has to change the bulb in the warehouse, and the boxes are blocking access for the installation of the basket.
disabled worker 2: but , changing a light bulb, we can do it!
Supervisor: Uh, in the warehouse, it’s still high! That’s why we need the basket, so we need an accreditation to work at height!
Disabled worker: It’s silly! With a ladder, it passes! you pay an electrician for things we can do ourselves
Supervisor: No problem, our accounting department has enough to pay him.
Disabled worker: but why don’t you want us to do it?.
Supervisor: first, because ,even in sheltered workshop, the hygiene and safety parts of the labour code also apply to us, second, because we value our employees and we don’t want anyone to be injured.

I’m a new professor. My office is the former office of a professor who retired. I quickly get used to receiving phone calls meant for him (most about subscriptions he used to have, or companies he used to order supplies from), but this was the most interesting.
Caller: hello, please can I speak with [retired professor].
Me: Sorry, he retired.
Caller: he retired?
Me: yes, he retired.
Caller: then who are you?
Me: ….I’m the new faculty member in his office.
Caller: are you the switchboard?
Me: no, I’m the person who now has his number.
Caller: I can’t speak with him?
Me: no. He’s no longer here.
Caller: are you sure I can’t speak with him?
Me: no. He. Is. Not. Here.
Caller: hmm. Thanks for nothing.

My parents, brothers, brother’s girlfriend, and I are all on vacation in Yellowstone, and were supposed to have a long-range camera lens delivered this morning (a very expensive piece of equipment that was ordered before we left home in Massachusetts). The delivery guy delivered the camera lens to the wrong address, to a guy who just happens to have the same last name as us. It took us several hours to get the mess sorted out.

[The menu lists two kinds of macchiato: solo and doppio]
Me: I’d like a single macchiato please.
Barista [looks confused]: So you’d like a doppio macchiatto with one shot?
Me: Well, it can’t be doppio, because “doppio” means “double”.
[Luckily, another barista overheard the conversation and came to the first barista’s help]

I am an 18 year-old woman and I am working at my first serving job. It is the end of my shift and I am cleaning my section. As I am kneeling in a booth and dusting the light fixture over the table, a middle-aged man approaches me. He actually physically blocks the booth seat where I am kneeling, essentially cornering me.

Customer (creepily smiling at me): Excuse me but I’ve been watching you all night and you are clearly a great server. My wife and I come in here all the time. I’m going to make sure to ask for you next time we are here.

Me (super uncomfortable): oh…um, that’s nice of you to say. Well, I hope you have a good evening.

Forunately, I quit working there a few weeks later and never encountered him again. Unfortunately, that was not the last time I was hit on or leered at by a customer during my serving career.