(I go to a particular restaurant with golden arches, that has just made their breakfast menu available all day. It’s about half an hour past their old cut-off time, and I’m excited that I can still get breakfast there anyway.)

Me: I’d like [breakfast sandwich], please.
Cashier: We don’t have that right now.
Me: Oh–sorry, but I thought you served breakfast all day now…
Cashier: We do, but we don’t have that particular sandwich right now.
Me: Oh. Well, thank you! I’ll go somewhere else.

(Once back in my car, I find it odd that they’d stop selling just one sandwich after the old cut-off time…but our location is known for poor service, so I take it as a fluke. There’s a second location 10 minutes away, and I decide to try to get my sandwich there. Once I arrive:)

Me: I’d like [breakfast sandwich], please!
Cashier 2: We don’t have that available right now.
Me: But you have all-day breakfast, right?
Cashier 2: Yes, but we don’t have that sandwich now.

(At this point, I’m very confused, because the sandwich–which is still posted on the menu board–only consists of an English muffin, cheese, Canadian bacon, and egg white; and they’re clearly still offering other breakfast sandwiches that are very similar to the one I want.)

Me: Well, instead, could I get [similar breakfast sandwich] with no meat, and egg white instead of a regular egg?

Cashier 2: [speaking slowly to me as though I’m a clueless child]
Ma’am. We–do–NOT–serve–egg–whites–after–ten–thirty! [holding out his hands to gesture around the restaurant] We–do–not–have–any–HERE! I–can–NOT–make–them–for–you!

(I gave a curt “thank-you” and left. Why either of the two cashiers could not just begin with “I’m sorry, all-day breakfast doesn’t include sandwiches with egg whites” I still do not know…it wasn’t posted on the menu, either.)

I work at a big box, one stop shop retailer. When this story took place I was a cashier trying to become a service desk associate, I spent a year doing the work of service desk with out the pay or title. One of the few managers I liked asked me if I could come into work to open the service desk one Saturday morning instead of closing in the evening since no one was scheduled. I agreed because I’d rather get off early than late from work plus I could have quite time to clean the counter and back area that was such a mess it was a fire hazard. I come in the next morning at 7 AM to find a manger that I do not like working the front area.
Disliked manager: What are you doing here?
Me: (manager I like) asked me to come in early to open service desk
Disliked manager: I can’t believe she did that, I don’t need an opener, it’s dead enough that I can run it for a few hours.
Note that the next service desk person doesn’t come in until noon and she only had one cashier that morning who knew nothing about the service desk.
Disliked Manager: Alright, since your here I guess you can try and clean up some of this mess.
She was not happy
Even though I don’t like the manager I like cleaning the service desk and sorting all the things that need to be put away, after two hours everything that was on the floor was in a cart for their departments and the associates for those departments came to put them away. After another two hours I had all the bins sorted and ready to be placed back where they belong. As cashiers came into work and were cleaning up their areas the disliked manager kept telling them to talk to me before they put anything away.
Disliked manager: Go talk to (my name), (my name knows where everything goes. We wouldn’t be able to get this all cleaned without (my name).
I was mad at her for acting like I was a godsend when she didn’t even want me there that morning.
After all the cleaning was done it started to get very busy causing me to get my lunch late at three hours left of my shift. When I came back it was still busy and I stayed at the service desk to help out. during this time the manager I do like came in and I relayed the conversation I had with Disliked manager, and saying how I didn’t appreciate how she was talking to me. It finally calmed down when I was thirty minuets from being off and Disliked manager was going through her list to see who needed their brakes and was in a bad mood again
Disliked manager: (My name) go to your last break)
Me: I have thirty minuets left of my shift, it’s not worth it, I forfeit my break.
Disliked manager: (looking at me with anger) go to your break
Me: I forfeit it
Disliked manager: Go to break
Manager I like: For crying out loud if she want’s to give up her break she can, I don’t know why your trying to force her to go.
With that Disliked manager walked away in a huff to monitor the front of the store. Manager I like and I went to the front end supervisor and manager i liked helped me relay the problems I had with Disliked manager since I had a hard time bringing up problems about her to the supervisor. And the supervisor had a talk with disliked manager.
From then on when Manager I liked asked me to change my shift to open I always asked who was the opening manager because I refused to work with disliked manager after that. Thank god I’m in a different department now away form her.

(I’ve always been a quiet and shy person. And sometimes my voice comes out in a whisper. I was checking someone out and I say the total. But my voice was so low she didn’t hear it.)
“Oh, so now I have to read my own total?”
“Huh?”
“I’m glad I looked up and saw my total. It’s so rude making me look at my own total.”
“I said the total. My voice is just low.”
“No you didn’t. You don’t need to lie.”
(I don’t know she wanted from me. Like sorry that you didn’t hear me the first time. And I am so sorry that my voice is so low.)

My girlfriend, friends, and I were eating lunch and talking about random things no one cares about. Somehow we got onto the topic of Cannibalism. We talked about known cannibals and how to obtain flesh. Stuff like that. My girlfriend and I started talking to eachother.

Girlfriend: I want to be a cannibal.

(Silence)

Girlfriend: I’m serious! Before I die, I want to eat a person. I’ll make you try it too. (She turned to look at me)

Me:if you do that, I’m breaking up with you

Girlfriend: but what if it taste good?

Me: NO

Girlfriend: (looks at everyone) you think I’m kidding! I really want to try people!

Me: Why?!

Girlfriend: it sounds good.

And that’s the story of why I check all food she gives me for any human parts.

*I am a teenage girl with a completely normal bmi. I’m at a large popular chain grocery store. I’m also on my period and craving chocolate.*
Me: *picks up chocolate candy*
Random Lady: “Oh, sweetie, you aren’t going to get that?”
Me: “Uhhh…”
RL: “But it’ll make you chubbier! Look at you! You can’t catch a good man if you’re like that!”
Me: “…right. Thanks. Bye.”
RL, calling after me: “Don’t let yourself go, honey!”