(I took my 4 week old son to church alone one day, because my husband was sick. I’m telling my husband about a conversation I had.)

Me: The [Name] family said they hope you get better. Oh, and the wife asked if our son’s eyes were green.

Husband: Did you tell her she’s stupid? Because they’re obviously not green.

Me: No, I was being polite.

(The funny thing about it is that my husband had suggested a few days before that our son’s eyes might be green!)

Long morning. Two hours at the DMV. I got there at 9 am. I waited in a line for 30 minutes just to get a number from a woman who refused to look at my paperwork.

Then I waited for about an hour, then I was seen by someone who did check my paperwork. At this point, I was told that my number in line was no longer necessary, from now on they would just be calling me by name. The computerized system on the monitors was just for getting to the first counter only.

From now on if I miss hearing my name (like when I went to the bathroom) then I may have to go up and interrupt them to ask them if they called me. Then I was sent to a booth to take my own photo. I had to swipe my debit card for identification even though it didn’t charge my card.

Then I waited for the vision test. My paperwork (including my old license) was not handed over to the eye check person so he never called my name. Eventually he started to ask who was next and then I asked him hopefully, “Me?” then he found my paperwork. I took the vision test. Then I went back to the woman who had check my paperwork and taken my number. She charged me for the new license.

Then I had to wait for my name to be called by another person at another desk. They also checked my paperwork. This new person told me I had to go over to another desk and get my photo taken. Before I left for my photo to be taken at the last desk I overheard this conversation between 2 clerks. Hey this lady is asking if she needs to have her car inspected in order to switch over her registration on her car to Connecticut. My clerk said I don’t know, I don’t know if we do that anymore. I interrupted them and answered them that all that was needed was an emissions test. They both said “Really?” I said, “Yeah I think so.” Then one of them said “Shouldn’t we check with someone?” Then my clerk said “Nah just approve her car the way it is.”

Then I was sent over to the next area and asked the guy why I needed another photo taken. His reply…”Oh that photo was just to prove that you are who you say you are while you take the eye test.” -I would like to add at this point that everyone at each desk along the way had to visually verify me by looking at my old license so why this photo was taken and not used on my license I will never know.

Then my new photo was taken and my card was charged again. Then the clerk printed out my license right then and there and handed it to me.
When I walked out the door the first line just to get a number was already outside the building. Gee…I wonder why?

(I’m in a well-known second hand store, buying clothes with a friend. This happens while she’s in a dressing room. Keep in mind, employee uniforms are green or blue shirts with HUGE logos on them, front and back. I’m in a yellow, completely plain shirt)

Customer: (shaking two pillows at me) Excuse me, how much are these?

Me: I’m sorry?

Customer: What tags are half off today?

Me: Oh, the pink tags.

Customer: So are these on sale?

Me: No, those have yellow tags.

Customer: Yellow tags, yellow tags….so these are 4.99?

Me: I guess so.

Customer: Ok, thank you! Say, where are the pajamas?

Me: Um, I don’t know? Sorry.

Customer: (as she walks away, shaking her head) For God’s sake, you work here and you don’t even know where the damn pjs are??

Me: But…I don’t work here.

(I had just gotten off of work and my depression was really hitting me hard. I was sitting in my car setting up my music when started to rain with the wind blowing hard. A knock on my window made me look up at this woman who was standing by my car with her arms folded in a vain attempted to block out the wind.)

Me: *opens car door* Can I help you?

Woman: You look like you’re having a crappy day, so I want you to take this and treat yourself *hands me a $20 bill*

Me: Oh, I can’t take this

Woman: I want you to. You look like you need a pick me up and I don’t need this.

Me: *holding back tears* thank you, I really appreciate this!
Woman: *also holding back tears* just go treat yourself, and I hope you have a better day!

(She then went into her car and drove off while I sat there crying, looking down at the $20 in my hand. I don’t know who she was and I never saw her again, but her kindness really helped lift me up out of a dark place, so thank you kind woman for risking the awful weather to help a random stranger!)

(So, I just out at the park with the kid I babysit for a least an hour a day 3 days a week and everything is going good. He wants me to play with him and his friends which I do. I then feel like someone is watching me and I turned around to see a woman most likely one of the kids mom. I go onto the ground wondering why she’s staring and she comes to me and starts to rant. I am 21 years old in this story)

Woman: Shameful having a kid at your age and whats worth your playing with the others kids! Do you want to have them catch you w***reness!

(I look at her and keep a straight face)

Woman: A young adult your age showing off your kid if he is okay to have, disgraceful!

(I don’t say anything as I see the kid I’m babysitting runs to his mom. The woman then turns around to see that and goes red faced)

Me: Yeah, I’m babysitting and that’s his mom. Also He’s 11 years old and I’m 21. I would have to of been 10 years old having him and if I did have him, it would of been through r*pe.

(The woman gulped and left the park, with a young boy trailing behind)