(I work for a company that manufacturers Android devices. The CEO doesn’t know much about his market.)

CEO: “I want to preinstall this software on our Android devices.”

(I check out the software only to find out it is outdated.)

Me: “The software runs on DOS and requires floppy disks to be installed. It also hasn’t been updated for 15 years.”

CEO: “So? Can we have it on our Android devices?”

Me: “No, I’m afraid our devices don’t have a floppy disk reader or DOS…”

(My father has had grey hair since he was about 30. Because of this, people often think he’s older than he actually is. At the time this took place, he was in his late 40s.)

Waitress: “Do you qualify for a senior citizen discount?”

Dad: “Haha, no, not yet! The grey hair is misleading.”

Waitress: *smiling* “Sorry about that. We have a lot of customers who look a lot younger than you who claim to qualify.”

Dad: “…”

(She walked away happily, seeming unaware that she had just insulted my Dad. I don’t think she meant it the way it came out, but it was still funny. We laughed all the way home.)

(Three friends and I go to a restaurant to have some lunch. It so happens that all four of us decide to have the same dish.)

Waiter: “Welcome. What do you want to order?”

Friend #1: “Four [dish].”

Waiter: *to Friend #2* “And what do you want?”

(I work at a small gym where we get most of our cleaning and other duties done fairly quickly. Many of us workout during dead times. We have tvs on only one of the walls.)

Me: *to my manager* “Hey, if there’s nothing else you need me to do, I’d like to get a bit of a workout in, if that’s all right.”

Manager: “So long as you watch the door while you’re at it.”

Me: “Don’t worry; I’ll just be on [machine that’s near the door].”

Manager: “That’s great. I always turn that one around when I workout and I have to watch the door. Here let me help you!”

(She helps me turn it around.)

Manager: “Perfect! Now you can see the door perfectly.”

Me: *jokingly* “Aw man, but now I can’t watch TV.” *beat* “Not that I watch TV on the clock.”

(My boss and I are huge Game of Thrones Fans. A former manager decided what characters we all were and we harass each other as such on a daily basis.)

Manager: *glares at me as I’m walking by* “…Tarth.”

Me: *glares back and keeps walking* “…Baratheon.”

(Later on he finds his way back into my department.)

Manager: “Death to Brienne of Tarth!”

Me: “At least I get things done. That’s more than they can say for House Baratheon.”

Manager: “LISTEN. Stannis Baratheon gets things done, too!”

Me: “Okay, name ONE thing that was all Stannis and not him hiding behind Melisandre. I’ll wait.”

Manager: “…Okay, you have a point.”

(A woman working the customer service desk walks up, who also happens to be a fan of the show.)

Me and the Manager: “HOUSE TULLY!”

(Another coworker who doesn’t watch Game of Thrones hears the exchange)

Coworker: “You guys are nerds…”