I work in an outpatient medical imaging facility. Our company takes up multiple suites in a medical office building. It can be confusing to navigate, so all offices and exits are clearly labeled. My desk is an old reception desk in a suite that our company took over several years earlier. The only way in or out of the suite is right in front of my desk. A patient comes down the hall from her appointment and heads towards the exit which is directly in front of her. She stops before going through the door and looks up at the bright green EXIT sign and stares at it for a solid 10 seconds. Then she turns to me:

Patient: “Is this the way out?”

I was living in Spain while at university, I was a small town with there own very specific dialect. The locals were very proud of the fact there Spanish was not the same as the rest of the country so as an outsider when your tried your best to use Spanish with them they would pretend to not understand what you were saying. The locals also didn’t appear to like exchange students in particular, which I can sympathise with but they did seem particularly rude to my friends and I in a way that seemed uncalled for.

With in the first few weeks at the university I caught a cold which following plenty of nights out and general low standards of student self care developed in to a chest infection. I needed some antibiotics so went to the local doctor who despite me explaining both in English and in adequate Spanish that I suspected I had a chest infection all the staff at the medical clinic insisted that this wasn’t the issue and clearly I must have a sexually transmitted disease/infection. I told them time and time again that my throat and chest hurt and I was coughing all night and day and they just kept asking me if it burned when I peed and if I was experiencing any itching anywhere.

Eventually I ended up finding a very cheep flight home to the UK and bought it just to see my doctor at home and get a prescription!

Suggested Title: Vocab Mishap

Backstory: I am currently 18, heading off to a prestigious college in the Northeast. When I was in in 5th grade, (about 9 years old) at my elementary school, I would have weekly vocabulary assignments in which students would be given a list of vocabulary words to practice writing into sentences. I who was at or near the top of my class at the time and would often show off my vocabulary skills by fitting multiple vocabulary words into one sentence, instead of the normal one vocab word per sentence as the other students would.

On this particular day I had just completed my vocabulary sentences and went to go show one of my teachers so that they could mark down that I had completed the assignment. Unfortunately, the main teacher in my class was busy attending to some of the other students, so I went to the secondary teacher in my class. She was a young teacher in her first 2-3 years at my school.

Me: *I hand her my vocabulary list and ask her if she can check it, standing nearby*
Teacher: *Looks over my list of sentences*
(Apparently she didn’t approve of me using more than one vocabulary word per sentence as I had done, so she handed the list back to me, pointing out the sentences with multiple vocab words, so that I could redo them)
Understandably frustrated, that I needed to redo the sentences that I did extra work on, I throw out the paper and go to get a new one before starting over.

As I toss the paper into the recycling bin the secondary teacher IMMEDIATELY turns and storms over demanding to know why I threw out the paper with HER corrections on it. I simply explain that I am getting a new sheet to redo the sentences that apparently weren’t up to HER standards.
The teacher at this point seems personally offended that I threw out the sheet that she had corrected. (Maybe, she thought I would need it to correct the sentences. But I was planning to restart the sentences entirely in the format she had deemed appropriate)
At that point, the upset teacher storms over to her small desk and begins filling out a write-up sheet for my apparent transgression against her. (lol)
As one of the top students in the class, I was beginning to become worried about having a write-up on my nearly perfect school record and having to deal with my fairly strict parents. So, I asked her why I was being written up.
The teacher mumbled something about me throwing out her corrections then slides the write-up towards me.
Teacher: “Sign it”
A bit upset about the situation, I reluctantly sign the paper, hoping to avoid any further “conflict” with the teacher.

Luckily, I never heard about any follow up on the write-up and I don’t believe it actually ever ended up in my file. I’m not sure if she dropped the complaint or if one of her higher-ups who knew I was a good student disregarded it. Either way, nothing bad ever came of the situation.

Funny enough, a few weeks later the same teacher decided to pick on me again for jumping off one of the 8-inch-tall rocks on the playground. This time she claimed that I was causing a hazard, despite the fact that no one was hurt and several other students were jumping off of even higher rocks. She tried complaining to the teacher in charge of my class, but needless to say nothing came of that accusation either. smh :)

I am a lifeguard at a small, local waterpark.

I was lifeguarding the area in our park with four little slides, designed for small children. I see a woman ride with a child on her lap, which is against the rules.
Me: Hello ma’am! Just so you know we don’t permit riding down the slide with a kid in your lap. It’s not a problem this time, we just have a rule against it.
Patron: My child is one and half and you’re telling me I can’t ride down the slide with her in my lap? What am I supposed to do? Just let her go down the slide herself and drown?
(Before I could say anything, my supervisor came behind me to bring me back my water bottle.)
Patron (to me): You’re useless.
Patron (to supervisor): Your lifeguard is telling me that I can’t ride down the slide with a kid in my lap!
Supervisor: She’s correct. It’s the manufacture’s rule.
Patron: There should be a sign then!
Supervisor: There’s a sign with all the rules at every attraction. Have a nice day ma’am.

Every year, my paternal grandfather has a fish fry with all the fish he’s caught that year. It’s carp and catfish.

Grandpa: How is everything?

Aunt: This tuna is really good.

Grandpa: It’s carp!