(I apply for a job as a cleaner, and get it. I’ve had some experience cleaning a filthy gym so I figure it can’t be that bad. When I get to the location, it’s a huge building, bigger than a hospital, and my stomach sinks. But again, I tell myself it can’t be that bad. Wrong. There are 1000 cubicles in this building – yes I counted – and each one has a trash can, and I have to empty out each one. Plus, I was expected to clean 4 fully equipped kitchens, and 8 bathrooms. And mop and vacuum each floor. All in 4 hours! I hurried as fast as I could but didn’t finish in time. I quit soon after, they paid too little. And I don’t know any human who could do all that in 4 hours, Superman maybe, and that’s a big maybe!)

I grew up in Winnipeg but my mother was from Indiana and we would visit every year. The locals had many misconceptions about Canada.
A primary cause of misinformation was us kids. For example, we loved to tell the locals that in order to get back home to Canada we had to take the train to Chicago and then take a dog sled north to Winnipeg.

(I was working as a waitress in a food line with a system where customers purchase their food at cashiers before hand. They then give the receipts to the waitresses and we get their food based on that receipt. We serve many people and throw out each receipt after serving them.)
I just served an older Chinese couple one serving of pirogies.
Man:Only three?
Me:Yes sir, only three.
Man:*nods head*
I throw out his receipt and move on. A few minutes later I hear arguing and see him in a heated discussion with one of my coworkers.
Me:Hi, what seems to be the issue?
Man:I didn’t get my dessert!
Me:I’m sorry sir, there was no drink on your receipt. If you’d like one you’ll have to get back in line and pay for one.
Man:This is ridiculous! I ordered a dessert! I’m not lying! I want to see my receipt!
Me:Sir I’m sorry, we throw out all receipts after service, and I just had yours, but there was no dessert on there. I could have mad a mistake, I could ask the cashier who services you if they remember?
Man:*starts fiddling with his wallet and pulls out a whole bunch of credit cards, shuffling through them*
Me:No sir, I’m sorry but you have to pay back up front-
Man:*Holds up a business card* I’m a doctor! I don’t lie! I ordered a dessert!
Me:Sir, I’m not calling you a liar, you just didn’t order a dessert.
This goes back and forth until my supervisor comes over, who listens to the man. My supervisor then gives me a look of “whatever” and we serve the man a dessert.

The majority of the people guests interact with at my museum are volunteers but some of us, particularly those of us who sell tickets and gifts, are paid employees. I’m selling tickets for a special exhibit when a woman approaches my counter with a suspicious look on her face.

Guest: Do they pay you to work here or are you a volunteer?

Me: oh, I️ work here.

Guest: *turns and glares at one of the volunteers nearby* Good. Good for you. *walks off*

(I’m a nice grocery store and decide to get some cookies from the bakery. Cookies here are sold by the pound unless they’re large cookies. I grab a few cookies, and this happens at the checkout.)

Cashier: “Okay, how many cookies are in here?”

Me: “Uh, i’m not sure, six? Eight? Somewhere around here.”

Cashier: “Six or eight?”

Me: “Eight, I guess, but these are sold by weight.”

(The cashier continues ringing me up, and I pay. On the way out I double check my receipt because the price seems really high for what all I was buying. He’s charged me $1.25 per cookie. And he’s marked out the amount of cookies at 10 cookies! Not the eight I said I had. That’s made the total over twelve dollars instead of the three or so it would have been. So I go in and head over to customer service.)

Me: “Hi. There was a mistake here. I bought some cookies and the cashier overcharged me. These were supposed to be by pound but he charged me per cookie.

Customer Service: *Looking at receipt* “Woah, this is a big mistake. Wow. Let me take care of that for you.”

Me: “Thank you so much.”

Customer Service: “Alright, please insert your chip, I’m refunding you the total amount.”

(He actually refunded me the total, so I wound up getting my cookies for free. That’s never happened before and totally made my day. I think if I’d gone in there angry or rude that wouldn’t have happened.)