(Hi, I am the writer of Are you Fureal? When I had an adventure in trying to adopt a cat, well I have a new story from a different state that just happened today. My mother and I decided to stop by a gas station not far from our house so I could buy a scratch ticket)

Me: “I’ll get a three, six and five please.”

Cashier asks for my ID, I’m used to this, I’m 24 but look 16 due to a baby face, so I do it without any hesitant. What I didn’t expect…

Cashier: “I can’t accept this, it’s a non-drivers ID, needs to be a drivers license, and from this state.”

Me: “No? It’s a government issued ID, it does need to be from this state, or a drivers license, it’s completely valid.”

I figured maybe she thought North Dakota wasn’t a real state, but she didn’t say anything about that and got really angry with us.

Cashier: “No! I know the law! It has to be a drivers license and from this state! We can’t take it!”

My mother then tries to show her military ID and the lady just becomes furious.

Cashier: “I CAN’T TAKE MILITARY ID EITHER! IT’S AGAINST THE LAW! GET THE F*** OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL THE POLICE!”

(I am furious at this part, and while I would of liked to have sat there for the cops to come and tell her the right law, we decide to leave and go down the street, where they happily took my out of state non-drivers ID. We later called the lottery service and they confirmed that it is not the law to not take out of state ID’s, and that it was well within our right to buy our scratch tickets with them, and that they’d send a representative down to retrain and potentially fine them. I’m not looking to get anyone fired, but I do hope that lady learns a thing or two.)

Two women came in about 10 mins before we closed. The first one was no problem; she asked a few silly questions (“what size is this beach ball going to be” even though the dimensions were literally on the box), but no biggie. But the other one…

I’d just finished sorting out a stand full of Beanie Babies, and she went in and immediately messed them up (although she hadn’t seen me tidy them so fair enough). She then went around the store and asked every employee (and it was a Saturday evening so there were four of us) one at a time whether we had any Lego games, and every time we said no and directed her to the general puzzles area. She then proceeded to pretty much follow my manager around the store, every so often picking up a toy and asking what it did etc.

It was at least 5 mins past closing time, and we still had a till left to count up, so by this point we were pretty annoyed with her. In the end she decides on a toy that has literally nothing to do with a Lego game (I think it might have been like one of the Zhu Zhu Pet type things but I can’t remember exactly). As she leaves the store she starts picking up more stuff so my poor manager was still being followed round by this woman.

When she finally left a full 15 mins after closing time, she kept asking us if she was going to bump her head on the shutter (which was at least 10 feet above her head – we made sure beforehand she had nothing to worry about), asked my manager once more about the bloody Lego games, and then ducked when leaving because she was still worried about the shutter.

I haven’t been working in retail very long, but it’s easily the most frustrating experience with a customer I’ve ever had.

I was raised in an area where it is common to wear a bike helmet, but have since moved to an area where it isn’t at all common. As a result it annoys me to see people allowing their kids to bike without helmets. I’m walking to the library with a friend when we see a couple clearly teaching their kids to bike in the skate park beside the library. The kids are maybe four or five and don’t have training wheels or helmets. We have this conversation while looking for books inside.

Me: I hate that. If they don’t bother to enforce helmets now, the kids will never start wearing helmets. They’re not even using training wheels, they’re obviously going to fall!

Friend: Ah, they’ll be fine. I never wear a helmet either.

Me: Why not? A simple fall can be so much less painful with one! And seriously, its just like a hat. You always wear a hat!

Friend: It’s too much effort. And with little kids its easier not to fight with them.

Me: If the kids fall they’ll smash their heads in the cement and end up in the hospital. Surely, that is more hassle?

Friend: I haven’t fallen in years. The kids will be fine.

Me:. They’re just learning and don’t have training wheels. They will fall. Everybody falls when they’re learning. And not protecting their heads from the concrete is negligent.

Just as we were checking out our books the father came running in.
Father: I need bandaids! My daughter fell on your stupid skate park ramp and hit her head! This is all your fault for having a dangerous skate park!

Friend: Ok, even I think it’s the parents fault the kid got hurt and not the librarian’s!

Sadly, I doubt he’ll start wearing a helmet.

in france every trimester we have what we call “conseil de classe” to talk about the class in general but also about individual students… It includes the teachers, the deputy headteacher, the two class representatives, and the two parent representatives for our class.
My mother was one of the representatives of the parents of students. When she arrives, there are only two places left, one between two teachers and another between my English teacher and the other representative of the parents of the students.
She chose the second place, my English teacher got up and sat in the other place saying he didn’t want to be sitting next to a student’s parent….

At the ten-week pregnancy appointment, they’re going through all of the risk factor evaluation. Part of that is asking if you have any relatives with a wide variety of health issues. They said to mention anyone you know of who is related to you or the father in any way.

Nurse: Down Syndrome.
Me: My first cousin has Down Syndrome.
Nurse: So that would be baby’s…
Me: Cousin-once-removed.
Nurse: I always put second cousin.
Me: Okay. But that would be my cousin’s child. Not my cousin.
(The nurse rolls her eyes and changes it in the computer)
Nurse: Autism spectrum?
Me: My husband’s nephew, so baby’s first cousin.
Nurse (snotty): You sure it isn’t cousin-twice-removed?

(I mean, look, it probably doesn’t really matter. And I know that I can be obnoxiously obsessed with details. But you can’t just redefine family relationships because you don’t know the difference)