[I just came out of middle school, being hungry and all. Me and my dad decided to go to Starbucks and get me a Peppermint Frap. The employees in there are always nice to me, and offer me discounts, because I managed to get the Gold membership. It was going well ’till this happened…]

Cashier: Hey kiddo, what do you want?
Me: Hi! One Peppermi-
Woman: KID! GET YOUR *** TO WORK!
Me and My Dad: We don’t work here. We’re just customers, like y-
Woman: SHUT UP! I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO TALK! NO-
Manager: What’s going on?
Me: I don’t work h-
Woman: This kid is not doing his work! Look! He’s dressed like all the other Starbucks employees!
Dad: That’s because he doesn’t work here. He’s JUST A CUSTOMER!
Manager: Yeah, he’s a minor, we don’t ac-
Woman: SHUT UP! I DIDN’T TELL YOU TO TALK!
*My dad actually secretly called 911.*
Manager: Now stop i-
Police Officer: What seems to be the problem?
Woman: WHO F***ING CALLED THE POLICE! I JUST WA-
Cashier: This woman is yelling at the poor kiddo.
Police Officer: I don’t think that would… Oh.
Woman: GET THIS DAMN KID WORKING!
Everyone [Including the manager]: HE DOESN’T WORK HERE!

*woman storms out, forgetting her purse…*

Police Officer: Well that was fast…
Manager: You okay?
Me: I’m scared now…
Police Officer: I’m glad that I was called near my lunch break. Here, i’ll buy you what you want.
Me: Peppermint Frap, please?
Police Officer and Dad: Sure.
*Me, Dad, and the Officer took a selfie with our food and drinks *

[A Week after, the police called us, and apparently arresting the lady. She was found to do that around my area to any Asians in the stores. The manager from Starbucks also called and apologized for had happen, he also gave me a $50 gift card. That made my day. I still go to Starbucks to this day, but am afraid of the incident.]

[Important notes: It was the weekend so the only people working were myself and an elderly volunteer I’ll call ‘N’, who basically hangs around being a delight and informing patrons how to go through the museum. This patron was a woman maybe in her 30s, leather jacket, tight jeans, sunglasses, rode a motorcycle up to the museum, very cheerful]

Patron: [As I’m getting her her ticket] Yeah, so I’m just in town to check out the Catholic schools. I’m thinking of sending my kids.

Me: Oh, that’s cool. Unfortunately I don’t know much about them, so I can’t help.

Patron: You’re not Catholic? What denomination are you?

Me: Oh, uh, I’m actually Jewish.

Patron: You’re /Jewish/? I’ve never met a Jew in my life. Do you mind if I ask some questions?

Me: [Trying to make light and also realizing that I don’t have a good excuse to send her on her way] Oh, suuuuuure, but uh, I don’t know how much help I can be, I’m not very traditional.

Patron: Oh, that’s ok! So, is it true you /don’t believe in Jesus/?

[And then we have a fifteen minute conversation where I patiently try to explain the philosophy of Judaism to someone who aggressively does not actually want to learn to philosophy of Judaism and only want to tell me how wrong I am]

[Until N comes in to see what’s going on]

Me: N. HI. WHY DON’T YOU TELL OUR GUEST HOW TO GO THROUGH.

[N explains, Patron leaves, I bang my head on the counter]

N: That’s why I /never/ talk religion in public. But my Jewish friends taught me a good joke. Do you want to hear it?

[She told me. It was really good. We traded Jewish jokes for the rest of the day. The patron left pleased (I guess????)]

(I’m a client in this one. Usually I take our cats to the vet on my own, but this time my husband wanted to tag along to see what it’s like. Our vet is great, but my coward of a huge tomcat is terrified of everything he doesn’t know. This time, the vet had to draw some blood for testing. We’d taken my cat our of the carrier, I was holding his back, the vet’s assistant was holding his head, and the vet just shaved part of his front leg.

For those who don’t know: Cats also purr when they’re upset, to calm themselves down.)

Vet: *calmly preparing syringe and talking to the cat* “Aw, I know, it’s all scary, isn’t it? We’ll be done here soon and you can hide in your carrier, don’t worry.”

My husband: *watching in confusion* “He’s… purring. I’ve never heard him purr like that! Does he actually enjoy this?”

Vet: *cheerfully* “No, he thinks I’m about to chop his leg off. Aren’t you a big bad scaredycat who’s afraid I’ll chop his leg off?”

(I’m having brunch at the bar of a popular restaurant. As its Sunday, its very crowded for tables and they offer people to have a drink at the bar as they wait for a table to clear if they want. Two ladies in their mid forties sit at the bar a few seats from me.)

Bartender: Hello Ladies. Are you waiting for a table outside

Lady 1: Yes but we want a cocktail while we wait.

Bartender: What can I get you?

Lady 1: Oh we already ordered. That man over there helped us.

(The waitress stares confused glancing back at the man she pointed to)

Lady 2: ummm….

Lady 1: One sangria and one mimsoa

Lady 2: We didn’t order

Lady 1: Oh my god you’re right. We told each other what we wanted but we didn’t order

Bartender: Oh good. I was concerned because he isn’t a bartender and it didn’t look like he put in any orders. I’ll get them for you.

Our grocery store has a small postal outlet so you can purchase postage and mail letters and packages and the main P.O. will come pick them up from us and take them to be delivered.

P.O. Employee: Someone just dropped this letter into the drop box. It’s addressed to <Our Store Name>.
Me: They didn’t just hand it to you?
P.O. Employee: Nah, it’s got a stamp on it and everything. So it would get picked up by the P.O., get sorted, and then brought back here…
Me: Weird…