My dad left to pick up groceries and asked if he could get me anything. I asked for hummus. He brought me back a bottle of cumin.

I was working late at the register at Walmart one night and had this Canadian couple come to my lane. The husband places a case of beer on the counter and sperates it from the rest of the order while his wife loads the rest of their order.

Me: Evening! I’m sorry, but can I see some ID for the alcohol?

Store policy is that if you, or anyone in your party looks under 40, we have to card everyone in the party. Doesn’t matter if they separate the order. The husband definitely looks old enough but the wife look kinda young, so I have to ask.

The wife proceeds to take out husband’s passport from a plastic bag (I can clearly tell that it’s all of their passports) and hand to him to hand to me.

Me: I’m sorry but I need to see her ID or passport too.

Husband: (already angry) Why do you need to see hers!? I’m paying for it! It’s mine!

At this time Wife looks scared and starts to get her passport

Husband: No! She doesn’t need to see it! It’s not with the rest! It just mine!

Me: I’m sorry sir, but it’s policy, I need to check hers too or I can’t sell you the alcohol.

He starts cursing in French calling me a F***ing B**** (note, I don’t speak French, but I know enough to understand)

Husband: (yelling) this is a problem!? Fine!

And threw the case at the register next to me that was empty and he stormed out.
The wife stayed and just finished the transaction looking down the whole time. I tried to talk to her and she just wouldn’t look at me or say anything.
After they left my lane I informed my manager about the incident and he never got his alcohol that night from us.

My dad is at a store buying some large items, so an employee helps him bring his purchases out to his car. My dad likes to make small talk with retail workers, so he strikes up a conversation with the guy who is helping him. It happens that I have a friend who works at this store, so my dad mentions the friend’s name. After my dad leaves, as told to me later, the employee approaches my friend and says the following:

“Some guy asked me if I knew you. He was kind of weird.”

My dad was initially a little embarrassed about being characterized as such, but ultimately laughed it off. He is well aware that he can come across as a bit quirky sometimes, and many people appreciate him for it.

( note I’m a Girl with very short hair and I tend to wear very baggy clothes)
I was at a fast food place when this happened, I had gone into the washroom, and was just washing my hands when an older woman came in
Woman: Oh my Lord, young man what are you doing in here!?
Me: Actually im a-
Woman: Get out! You can’t be in here!
Me: Ma’am please-
Woman: I will call the police, you will be arrested you creep!
Me: Ma’am I am a girl
Woman: Liar!
(She begains to rummage through her bag, so I decided that I would just leave. And you now what, SHE went to the manager and complended about me!)
Manager: Excuse me, did you go into the womans bathroom?
Me: Yes I did, I’m a girl, do you need proof?
Manager: Nope, sorry for what happened with the lady, she comes in here all the time and is rude to everyone.
( I still go there to this day, and tell this story all the time!)

My mother-in-law is a sweet woman but her desire to not throw things out can override logic. She came over one week to help me catch up with my seriously messy house after I had been unable to do so myself. I was severely behind with dishes, trash and the like.

One thing that we also did while cleaning up was throw away expired food. Now my mother-in-law has some dietary restrictions that she has had for well over 45 years at this point. Two of those are that she is a vegetarian and that she doesn’t eat onions. I am not a vegetarian and it can be easy for her to forget. At one point we came across a box of French Onion soup that was two years past the expiration date. She wanted to take it home.

Me: “Oh, you don’t want to do that. It is old and really should just go in the trash.”

MIL: “No, I’ll take that home and put in my pantry. Maybe I can make it for dinner one night.”

Me: “No, that really isn’t a good idea. I’d rather you have fresh food in your house. It is much safer.”

MIL: “No, I’ll take it home. I am sure there is a time I can use it up.”

Me: “(Mother-in-law)! Please don’t take that home! It isn’t vegetarian!”

Later that night, I was telling my vegetarian husband that his mother tried to take a box of French Onion Soup home. My husband is laughing silently and I am trying to figure out what is so funny when it finally dawns on me!

Me: “Oh my gosh! Onions! She tried to rescue French ONION Soup!”

Cue my husband breaking out into peals of uproarious laughter. I guess my mother-in-law isn’t the only forgetful one!