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It’s A Sticking Point

| Working | January 11, 2017

(I’m incredibly allergic to the adhesives used in medical tapes and stickies. I’ve just had a test where they monitor my heart with a portable ECG for 24 hours. They place sticky tabs all over my chest to attach wires. I had a really bad reaction to them. I’m at my cardiologist getting the results and talking about buying my own monitor.)

Me: “Will it need me to use more stickies?”

Cardiologist: “No, some of them let you just put your finger on them.”

Me: “Good because my skin got really burnt from the last ones.”

Cardiologist: “You need to tell them you are allergic.”

Me: “Why? They can’t do anything.”

Cardiologist: “They can use different stickies.”

Me: “Yeah, but I’m allergic to the adhesive not the sticky…”

Cardiologist: “Yep… No point telling them.”

Scooting Past The Apology

| Working | January 11, 2017

(We are shopping in a large retail outlet; we have the kids with us and stop outside a shop to decide where we need to go next. I put my daughter’s scooter down and ask her to hold it to stop it wheeling off. Out of nowhere a very grumpy security guard appears.)

Security: “No scooters!”

Me: “Don’t worry, she isn’t riding it. I’m carrying it for her.”

Security: *almost shouting* “No scooters!” *at my daughter* “You cannot ride them inside!”

Daughter: “But Daddy, I wasn’t on my scooter.”

Me: “That’s fine, honey, you just stand with it. The grumpy man will go away. You are allowed to bring it in with you.”

(He scowls at me, but disappears. We carry on with out shopping before being approached by an even bigger security guard.)

Big Security: “Excuse me, sir.”

Me: “Yes?”

Big Security: “We have had reports of your daughter using her scooter in store. For safety reasons we cannot allow that. One of my colleagues has already told you.”

(By this point my daughter is getting visibly upset.)

Me: “Now, I’m going to interrupt you right there. We have a scooter, but at no point has she ridden it. I have carried it around with me the entire time.”

Big Security: “Well, I’m going to have to check with the security team.”

Me: “Please do.”

(He steps away and talks at length on his radio, before coming back to me.)

Big Security: “Okay, well, the camera crew have confirmed what you were saying.”

Me: “Are you at least going to apologise? I don’t appreciate being spoken to like a naughty child.”

Big Security: “Well, they have to do their job.”

Me: “I get that but there is doing your job and doing it well. He was very abrupt and rude. My daughter was very upset.”

Big Security: “I appreciate that, sir, but the rules have to be adhered to.”

Me: “I agree. The rules posted are scooters cannot be ridden; it actually states that scooter are allowed on site. I suggest you and your team take some time to learn the rules they are enforcing.”

Big Security: “Whatever, sir, please continue with your shopping.”

(His attitude was appalling; he would barely look at me whilst talking to me. I dropped by the management company who were appalled at my findings. The company promoted themselves on customer satisfaction, and apologised profusely. They then forwarded it to the retail management company who again apologised massively, I also had a phone call from them apologizing. Apparently they have had several complaints about these guys treating customers badly. I’ve never had a bad experience since!)

Calling It A Night

| Working | January 11, 2017

(I work 12-hour night shifts, so when searching for services I prefer to do as much as possible online before I have to deal with people over the phone as most businesses return calls when I’m trying to sleep. The night before this occurs, I had been searching for mortgage information online and was annoyed when, after entering my information, rather than giving me the promised quote the site simply stated that someone would be contacting me. Sure enough, at around 10 am the next day, my phone rings:)

Me: *sleep slurred* “Hello?”

Mortgage Representative: “Hi! This is [Mortgage Company]! How are you today?”

Me: “I worked last night. I work again tonight. I need to go back to sleep.”

Mortgage Representative: “Great! So, I just need to confirm your information in order to get you your quote. The structure is a single family home?”

Me: “…which part of ‘I need to go back to sleep’ did you not understand?”

Mortgage Representative: “Ah… okay. When would be a good time to call you back?”

Me: “Don’t.” *click*

(He didn’t call back, but when I woke up again I had an email from the company announcing “We’ve been trying to get in touch with you!” I deleted it.)

In Soviet Russia, Mustard Spreads You

, | Working | January 11, 2017

(My mother, sister, and I going through the drive-thru at one of our local donut/coffee shops. At this particular location, they’ve just hired new employees who happen to be Russian. I’m the driver in this situation and my mother is in the passenger’s seat.)

Employee: *in thick accent* “Hi, welcome to [Donut Shop]. How can I help you?”

Mom: “Hi, can I get three [drinks] and a [sandwich] with no mustard.”

Employee: “We don’t have lobster.”

Mom: “No, I said no mustard.”

Employee: “This is [Donut Shop]. We don’t have lobster.”

My Family: *awkward silence*

Me: “MUSTARD.”

Employee: “Okay… please pull up.”

(When we got to the order window, we had to repeat our order two more times! But we laughed about it for a long time after!)

Driving Through Those Orders

| Working | January 11, 2017

(At my coffee shop I’ve just been switched from front cash to drive-thru. I’m not really paying much attention. This is all my bad.)

Me: *sees donut and coffee on the counter and passes it out the window* “Here you go, sir. Have a nice day!”

Customer: “But—”

Me: *shuts the window*

Customer: “Excuse me?”

Me: *begins taking next order over headset*

(The customer drove away, and I looked and saw his order was still on my till. Guess who got their donut and coffee for free?)