(One Saturday before Christmas, our store is packed as usual. When I’m walking around the store, I see my pastor doing his grocery shopping. I say a quick hello and move on. A little bit later, I see him going through the checkout lane. The cashier is a sweet Muslim girl. That evening, after the rush has died down, I manage to talk to the cashier.)
Me: So I saw my pastor go through your line today.
Cashier: Really? Which one was he?
Me: Balding, glasses, green sweatshirt…
Cashier: I remember him! He was literally the only nice person in my line today.
Me: Really?
Cashier: Yeah. Everyone else was grumpy and impatient because of the lines, but what do you expect right before Christmas? But your pastor was really nice.

Background: I don’t know if they do it this way still, but back in the late 90s, sailors living on the ships could get “Space A” (space available) rooms in the barracks for a night or two, if there were any available. I’ve done it myself a few times just to sleep in a real bed and relax – at a fraction of what a hotel would charge.

Of course there’s a catch… It’s still a barracks room, so all the regular rules apply – such as no guests after 9pm etc. Oh and while I never had it happen, there’s always the chance you could get stuck with a roommate.

Enter [Female sailor] who apparently got written up by her boss. Most of the day I heard her complain about it, even to me.

Female sailor: I can’t believe this!
Me: What?
Female sailor: You’re allowed to get a Space-A room right?
Me: Yes.
Female sailor: Well, Senior Chief sucks! He wrote me up for having a Space A room! I’m allowed to do that! It’s not my fault they couldn’t find me. I’m allowed to go out on liberty!
Me: What that’s not right.
Female sailor: Exactly! I’m so mad!!!

As I said, she told a lot of people about this… so it was almost not surprising that later on, word got out about what REALLY happened. An emergency call came in for her and she couldn’t be located on board. While that also can be frustrating for a command, it’s not against the rules; sailors can spend the night elsewhere without telling anyone where they are, as long as they get back on time (and sober).

What *WAS* against the rules – and what she really got written up for – was that they found her sleeping in her boyfriend’s barracks room. So yeah, she ran around trying to make her senior chief look bad, when in fact her writeup was completely valid.

I work at a clinic and we have had a VERY busy day getting people in and out as all appointment slots are full. I go to call back a patient just a few minutes past the top of the hour and his appointment time. He checked in over an hour before his appointment time, as some patients who dont own cars do.
I call his name to come back and as he clears the door, he starts saying, loudly, “I will not be treated like this!” I open my mouth to apologize for ( being only) 5 minutes past his appointment time. He starts almost yellng “I AM A MAN, I AM A MAN” . I ask him to please not talk to me like that and step back from him. “I AM A MAN”. About this time one of the female nurses come over to him and walked him into one of the exam rooms.
Found out later he had been denied a transplant ( for a medical reasons) but had not been told why. He just decided to take it out on me.

(I have just gotten calmed down from having a full blown panic attack after getting my wisdom teeth removed. As we’re walking out of the recovery room, I notice a vase of carnations that another girl who also got her wisdom teeth removed got to have a flower. Right before we pass the vase, I ask for some and the lady gives me a green and pink one. After this, my mother helps me into the car and we drive off, this is a conversation we had on our way to the pharmacy.)

Me: (softly while smelling the flowers) They smell so pretty.
Mom: Oh yeah, what do they smell like?
Me: (softer) … Flowers.

I go to the pharmacy department of a ‘super sized’  location of a major retailer.

It’s about 2:25 pm and the gates to the pharmacy counter are down with a sign apologizing for being closed for lunch.

There are about 4 people ahead of me in line, though I am in a hurry, I decided to stay since the sign states that they will reopen in 5 minutes.

Four minutes later, the gates reopen, and the pharmacist is at the counter alone, as her support staff hasn’t returned yet.  She greets the first man in line.

Pharmacist:  “Thank you for waiting.  How may I help you, sir?”

Man:  “I’m here to pick up my prescription, under (Name).

The pharmacist verifies more personal information with the man.

Man: (As the pharmacist is ringing up the order) “You know, I had to wait 10 minutes for you guys to open!  That’s  just RIDICULOUS that -”

Pharmacist:  (Cutting the man off, in a tone that is both mocking, and professional) “Yes, sir, it IS ridiculous that I have to work a 10 hour shift, and am only allowed 20 minutes to sit down and eat in the BACK of this store.  I’m SO SORRY that you had to wait.  Your total is (amount).”

The man says nothing further,  refuses to make eye contact with anyone, pays and leaves.

By then her staff has returned, the pharmacist goes to the back of the work area, immediately answering the phone that had been ringing since she opened the gate. The staff makes short work of the rest of the people in line, who all are friendly to the workers.  I was out the door in less than 10 minutes total.