Ah, Government

| San Bernardino, CA, USA | Working | May 2, 2012

(Ten years after moving halfway across the United States, I still receive voter literature from California, but addressed to my Missouri home. I thought I would try, once again, to remove my name from California’s voter registry, so I call the San Bernardino county registrar office.)

Me: “Hello, I’m calling to remove my name from San Bernardino County’s voter registration list…again.”

Employee: “Why?”

Me: “Because I moved nearly 10 years ago.”

Employee: “May I have your contact information?”

(I give my former address and my Missouri address that is receiving the literature.)

Employee: “Hold, please.”

(After a few minutes, she gets back on the phone.)

Employee: “Your new address is not in county records.”

Me: “It must be. You send me voter literature.”

Employee: “Why?”

Me: “That is the question, isn’t it? Can you please remove me from your voter rolls?”

Employee: “Please hold.”

(Once again, she puts me on hold for a few minutes.)

Employee: “Ma’am, your current address is not in our records.”

Me: “Correct. It is in Missouri. That is why I do not want to receive voter literature from your county.”

Employee: “Why? You should vote.”

Me: “I do, in Missouri.”

Employee: “Can you come in and sign the papers?”

Me: “No. I do not live in California anymore.”

Employee: “Why?”

Me: “Because I moved my family to Missouri.”

Employee: “Why?

(As I mentally review approximately 119,312 answers I can give her, she speaks again.)

Employee: “Well, wait a minute.”

(After a brief wait, she returns.)

Employee: “I am unable to locate your new address in the San Bernardino County records. Are you sure it is in San Bernardino?”

Me: *frustrated* “No! It is in M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I. Osage County, Missouri.”

Employee: “Where do you live then?”

Me: *sighs* “Missouri.”

Employee: “Is that in San Bernardino County?”

Me: “No. It is in Missouri. Osage County, Missouri.”

Employee: “Is that in California?”

Me: “No. It is in Missouri. Although there is a California, Missouri…”

Employee: “Huh?”

Me: “Never mind. I do not live in San Bernardino anymore. I do not have a San Bernardino address.”

Employee: “Well, why did you call me then?”

Me: *face palm*

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Meat-Headed Questions

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Working | May 2, 2012

(I work in the campus pub of my university. Staff get meals for a huge discount during their shift. Part of our menu is a signature burger. We also have a vegetarian burger. This conversation occurs as a coworker is trying to figure out what to have for their staff meal.)

Coworker #1: “Have you tried the veggie burger here?”

Me and Coworker #2: *shake heads*

Coworker #1: “Do you know if it’s any good?”

Coworker #2: “Well, it is one of the healthier options we have.”

Coworker #1: “Is it anything like meat?”

Me and Coworker #2: “Not really…”

Coworker #1: “Oh. Because I kind of want the taste of meat.”

*awkward silence*

Coworker #1: “Maybe I should just get the regular burger, huh?”

Equipment 1, Employee 0

, | Palmerston North, NZ | Working | May 1, 2012

(We have just finished eating at a fast food restaurant. Suddenly, we hear an employee yell from the back.)

Employee: “I hate you, you stupid shake machine!”

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The Product Of A Low Intelligence Quotient

| Springfield, GA, USA | Working | May 1, 2012

(I’m working on the register while my coworker works in our hot deli.)

Coworker: “Can you ring me up for two biscuits with the half-off discount and tell me how much it is? I rang it up on the calculator, but I don’t think it’s right.”

Me: “Well, what did you get?”

Coworker: “Well, I typed in $0.89 times two and then divided it in half, and I ended up with $0.89 again!”

Me: “[Coworker], really?”

Coworker: “What?”

Me: “What’s $0.89 times TWO divided by TWO?”

Coworker: *embarrassed* “Oh God. Just ring me up, please.”

Not A-Moo-sing In The Least

, | Kitchener, Ontario, Canada | Working | April 26, 2012

(A coworker-in-training is asking me some questions about the different ingredients in each sub.)

Coworker: “So, what animal does turkey come from?”

Me: “Turkey.”

Coworker: “Yeah, the turkey breast… What animal is that from?”

Me: *gives up* “Cow.”

Coworker: “Really?”

Me: “No.”

(Believe it or not, she became the general manager of our store!)

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