(I am a business professional, and I am a woman. I am sent to a business conference in Reno, Nevada. I am not much of a gambler, but I wander around the casino while others gamble. We are all dressed for the conference, in suits and professional clothing. I decide to play some slots just a little to pass the time, and I need cash. I go to the teller window to cash a check. This is our conversation:)

Me: “Hello. I’d like to cash a check for $40 please.”

Teller: “Tell me you’re a housewife.”

Me: “Why would I tell you that I’m a housewife, when I am not?”

Teller: “Because you’re a woman. If you tell me you’re a housewife, I will assume your husband will cover this check.”

Me: “…”

Teller: “If you don’t tell me you are a housewife, I will have to ask for all kinds of ID to make sure you can cover the check.”

Me: “So, this casino would trust a fictitious husband to cover this check, but not the professional woman who is here in person.”

Teller: “Yes.”

Me: “…”

(We live near a major university. Most fast food workers and all managers at this restaurant on campus are students supplementing their income. My husband and I go through the drive-thru for a snack.)

Cashier: “Your total is $8.”

(My husband hands him $23 so we can get $15 change. The cashier hits enter [exact change] on the register, so the screen does not tell him how much change to give us. He looks very confused.)

Cashier: “Um…” *hands husband $20*

Husband: “This is the wrong change; your till will be off.” *tries to hand cashier back the $20*

Cashier: “Um… just a moment.” *calls manager over, and we hear this through the window*

Cashier: “Their total was $8. They gave me $23. How much change should they get?”

Manager: “What did the register say?”

Cashier: “Uh, nothing. I hit enter.”

Manager: “I don’t have time to figure this out. I’ll comp it. Return their money.”

Cashier: *still does not take $20 husband tries to hand him* “Your order is on the house.” *hands my husband another $23*

(And that’s how we got paid to eat fast food by the restaurant manager.)

(My phone rings in the middle of the day. The person calling sounds incredibly cheerful and happy.)

Caller: “Good morning! I’m calling in regards to your car.” *lists make and model* “Our records indicate you haven’t extended its coverage past the factory default.”

Me: “Yes, that’s because I’ve got it covered by [other insurance company].”

(There is a rustling of papers, and the caller then says the following in the same overly cheerful and upbeat voice.)

Caller: “I see… well, in that case, f*** you, and I hope you burn in Hell!” *click*

They Have Everything You Want Except Everything You Want

Fast Food, Drive-Thru, Ohio, USA

Us: “Can we get a ten-piece chicken nugget value meal please?”

Employee On The Intercom: “I’m sorry, we’re out of chicken nuggets right now.”

Us: “Then we’ll take a [Burger] with cheese.”

Employee: “I’m sorry, we’re out of [Burger] patties, too.”

Us: “What DO you have?”

Employee: “Everything but nuggets and [Burger] patties!”

I work as a night duty manager at a large hotel. Part of the hotel is connected to a mall and parking garage structure, so the public has access to that area in general.

At about six am, I got a complaint from a hotel guest, who was exiting to the parking garage, that a man was swearing and yelling and smashing at the pay phone.

I went up to check the situation. I saw a somewhat angry-looking man screaming into the pay phone about having nowhere to go and asking what he was supposed to do now. Apparently the person on the other end either hung up, or he was cursing at an answering machine, because he hung up the receiver with a crash and swore.

I politely asked him to move on, as this was not a public area. He said he was trying to get hold of his case worker, he was just thrown out of his rooming house for “no f****** g**d*** reason,” and everyone was against him, everyone was an a**h***… and so on, for several minutes, swearing and yelling about his life.

I reminded him again that he had to move on… which he did, but not before yelling several more expletives and threats about what he would do to people who thought they would f*** him over.

An hour later, I was delivering the morning reports to the sales office, and the same man was around the corner by the parking garage. On seeing me walking to the general offices, he stopped me and… handed me a resume. It was handwritten in pencil on graph paper.

I promised that I would give it to the general manager for sure… (so we could issue a trespass notice with his full name and contact info).