(I’m the only IT person in the school, and as I only work one day a week I don’t have a designated work area, so I work out of the staff room. Today I have a collection of laptops setup on a bench running diagnostic tests. It is lunch time and I am eating lunch nearby with a few of the teachers.)
Teacher: “Is that a cockroach?!”
(We all look over and see a cockroach crawling around on a laptop.)
Me: “Well, it IS my job to get bugs OUT of the computers.”
(I’m in the back area, prepping food to get ready for the lunch period. We wash our dishes in the same area. While prepping I am listening to some music from my phone, because I got a bit tired to of the country songs on the store speakers. So far, none of our managers have had a problem with that. Our general manager walks in on me with a load of dishes. A song by Judas Priest is playing.)
General Manager: “If Judas Priest is all you got on there…”
Me: *mentally prepping for the worst*
General Manager: “…then I will gladly wash dishes all day back here!”
Me: *speechless and getting a big smile out of astonishment*
(Needless to say that’s the last thing I expected to hear!)
(I am 14. My father is on a business trip in Canada for a week and I am staying with my mom. I have come back to my dad’s house about an hour before he is supposed to get there. My brother (12) and I have just walked in when we see that the house is a mess. Drawers are pulled out and on the floor, things are haphazardly thrown around, and utter chaos. I realize that we have been robbed, but I have no idea if the people are still in the house. I grab my brother and pull him outside, and then call the police.)
Dispatcher: “911, where is your emergency?”
Me: *gives them my address*
Dispatcher: “And what is the problem?”
Me: “I have just gotten home after not being at my house for a week and we have been robbed. I am here alone with my 12-year-old brother. I don’t know if there is someone still in the house but I don’t think so.”
Dispatcher: “Okay, transferring you to non-emergency services.”
(Then they said number for non-emergency services and hung up. My dad had gotten home by then so I told him what happened. He called the police again and told them that the thieves had taken two cars and they immediately send an officer. All in all, they stole around $20,000 worth of things. We did eventually get the cars back. The kicker? They sent me to non-emergency services because I said ‘I don’t think’ there is anyone in the house.)
(I am at a local pharmacy.)
Cashier: *ringing me up* “Okay, ma’am, your total today comes to—” *pauses a moment and looks like a deer in the headlights* “—$6.66.”
(I calmly get my money to pay and the cashier finishes bagging my items, still looking like a deer in the headlights. Finally, my receipt is being printed out.)
Cashier: “Do you, uh, want your receipt?”
Me: “Yes, please!”
Cashier: *takes the receipt and crumples it into a ball and TOSSES it onto the counter* “Here you go.”
Me: *shocked* “Uh, thanks…” *takes the receipt and straightens it out*
Cashier: “Don’t let the Devil get you!”
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(I’m generally pretty healthy, so I don’t go to the doctor very often. It’s been about a year since I visited the doctor last, and I’ve gotten my act together and lost some weight I had gained during a very stressful period in my life. It’s a noticeable loss, but only about 25 pounds. After weighing me in, the nursing assistant leaves me in an exam room and the nurse comes in to do my vitals and history.)
Nurse: *looking over my chart* “Wow, you’ve lost quite a bit of weight since the last time we saw you. Good job! Being a healthy weight will keep you healthier overall.”
Me: “Thank you. I feel much better.”
Nurse: “And what weight loss aid did you use?”
Me: “Well, I joined a winter sports league so that I’m active year-round, started swimming a couple times a week, and improved my diet. For example, I reduced the amount of sugar and bread and stuff I eat and added in more vegetables.”
Nurse: “No one loses this much weight this quickly without using diet pills. It’s okay, we just need to know what you’re taking so that we don’t prescribe anything that will interact with it.”
Me: “I lost 25 pounds in about 14 months… that’s not so much that it can’t be done with just a little exercise. I gained the weight by eating poorly and not exercising enough, I reversed the weight gain doing the same.”
Nurse: “Ooooookay. Well, I don’t think we’ll be able to prescribe you anything unless you are honest with us about what other drugs you are taking. The doctor will be in shortly.”
(I’m left staring, mouth agape, at the door as she huffs out. The doctor comes in.)
Doctor: *after exam* “Well, everything seems fine overall, and congratulations on your weight loss. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to renew your prescription for your allergy medication unless I know what diet aid you’re taking. The ones that rely on caffeine can cause interactions with your allergy pills.”
Me: “I told the nurse I didn’t use any diet pills. I ate better and exercised more. If not exercising and eating poorly can put the weight on, doing the opposite can take it off, right?”
Doctor: “So you told the nurse you didn’t take diet pills?”
Me: “Yes.”
Doctor: *sighs* “She wrote down that you used diet pills but refused to say what kind. If you’re not taking diet pills, I’ll order your allergy medication. No problem.”
(He proceeds to write me my needed prescription and sends me out. As I check out at the desk, I hear him from the back.)
Doctor: “[NURSE]! Please step into exam room four… We need to have a talk!”
