I work as a manager at a old fashion burger joint that’s been open since late 1940s and is only located in my city. I tend to close at night and have a pretty good relationship with me fellow employees. When we close I have to go behind them though to make sure everything is done. I noticed one of them walking around outside, almost lost like, in front of one of the big front windows.

Me: (as they finally come back in) you ok? What were you doing?

Coworker: oh I was looking for trash.

Me:(with out thinking) no, no trash only you.

I realized as soon as it came out my mouth how it sounded and get a horrified look on my face. Luckily they knew I didn’t actually mean anything by it.

(This was my first week on the job and on this day I was helping the expo by running food out to tables.)

Me: *setting food on the table* “Okay, so here is your classic waffle…”

Customer: “Excuse me, but I ordered the strawberry-banana waffle.”

Me: “Oh, sorry about that. I will let your server know.”

(I take the waffle and go find the table‘s server.)

Me: “Hey, this girl said she ordered a strawberry-banana waffle, not a plain one.”

Coworker: *angrily snatches the plate out of my hand and storms off towards the table* “She‘s a f****** liar!”

Me: “Okay…”

I work in the bakery of a grocery store. One of the things we do is hand out free cookies to kids to make the shopping trip a little more bearable. A woman comes up with two little girls, the younger of whom is in a shopping cart.

Me: Would you like a cookie?

Older Girl: Yes, please

Younger Girl: *unintelligible* and what’s your name?

Me: My name’s (my name) but I didn’t quite catch the first thing you said.

Mom: “Can I be your friend”

Me: Oh. Sure. I can be your friend.

Younger Girl: Can I see the back of your head?

Me: Um… Ok. *turns around*

Younger Girl: *unintelligible*

Mom: She wanted to see your hair net. She thought it was a donut.

Me: *laughs* oh, you wanted to see my hair-net! It keeps my hair out of my face and the cookies and stuff.

Mom and Girls: Thank you.

Me: Have a nice day!

I had been having a really bad day, but that girl put a smile on my face, even if it was just for a few minutes. Easily the best part of my job.

My dad told me a story about me grandmother from about fifty years ago.

My grandmother had had most of her right foot amputated to stop the cancer in it from spreading. This story takes place a few years after this. A company in the Netherlands is introducing the stretchy pantyhose with the (translated) slogan “we have a pantyhose for every foot”.

My grandmother apparently wrote to the company asking if they also had one for her foot and then described what it looked like. The company replied that unfortunately they didn’t have an exact match for that foot, but they did send with their reply a free pair that fit her other. My grandmother was quite happy with it still as those things were quite expensive at that time!

After ringing up a small order and telling the customer how much it is, she then proceeded to put some money on the counter. It was about $1.50 too little.)

Me: “Uhm… That is not enough.”
Customer: “Well, this is what I have, so this is what you get.”
Me: “You can’t do that!”