(My family has been regulars at our local pizza place, ordering from them at least once a week for more than 14 years. My mom is on her way home with money to pay, but as there is a toddler in the house, we don’t wait to order and the pizza arrives before the money does. The driver is the one who usually delivers and gives us the food, telling us that he can come back later. This is what he told me when he came back.)

Driver: “Don’t ever worry about taking the food. You guys order like twice a week and I know where you live in case I ever have to come shake you down.”

(This restaurant chain recently has come out with a taco that has a seasoning from a famous line of chips. I decide to try something since they have a habit of accommodating requests.)

Me: “Hi! I’d like to get the [Taco in soft shell separated by cheese], but can I use the [New Taco] instead of the regular?”

Cashier: “Sure! It’s just $0.30 more.”

(I happily pay for the difference. When I pick up my food, and take off the wrapper, I nearly bite in, and then look at it.)

Me: “I don’t… What is this?”

Friend: “What is it?”

Boyfriend: “Did they leave the cardboard stand on the taco!?”

Me: “I, uh… I guess so. Let me see what I can do.”

(I go up to the counter, after peeling away some of the soft taco and cheese. I show it to the cashier who promptly bursts out laughing.)

Cashier: *to the back* “Who left the d*** cardboard on the shell in the [Item I ordered]!?” *to me* “I’m sorry about that, honey. We’ll get a new one right out!”

(I got a new one a few minutes later along with complimentary dessert. Guess someone really wasn’t paying attention after all!)

(I am at the soda fountain getting some water.)

Worker: “That’s a really cute dress!”

Me: “Thanks, I got it at [Store].”

Worker: “Are you pregnant?”

Me: “No!?”

Worker: “Oh, that dress just makes you stick out a bit.”

(This particular location now has a new one-star review…)

(I am buying books at a yard sale.)

Woman: “That will be four dollars. Or… three dollars if you take a kitten.”

Me: “I have five kittens at home from a stray who adopted us and about eight other strays who come around.”

Woman: “Okay. Two dollars if you take a kitten.”

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(I work in a hospital lab. We often will send samples to other labs if specialized testing is requested (especially genetic testing). When we pack it, the boxes are labeled all over with stickers that say “temperature sensitive,” and “human origin specimens.” We also send a shipping manifest electronically to the lab so that they know it’s coming and can match the samples to the paperwork. We get a doctor who calls and wants to know why he hasn’t seen results on a patient from about three weeks ago. We call the lab we had sent it to.)

Lab Assistant: “I’m wondering about a sample we sent you a while back. Do you have an update on it? It’s—” *gives the identifying information*

Other Lab: “We never got it. We called Veronica about it.”

Lab Assistant: “What are you talking about? We don’t have a Veronica. The contact name on the shipping manifest would be our supervisor, [Name] and it was signed by [Other Name]. We have a duplicate copy of it.”

Other Lab: “We never got it.”

(About two days later, we get an international call. It is an appliance factory in Mexico. We learn that after the shipping company tagged the sample as received at the other lab, it was somehow loaded back on a truck and sent to Mexico. After speaking with the shipping company, we learn that it was the other lab’s doing. We call the other lab and try to figure out what to do about this issue. The other lab just keeps insisting that it isn’t their fault, that we should have marked the box better. We don’t really want to play the blame game; we just want to make sure this testing gets done, and that the patient doesn’t get charged twice for very expensive genetic testing. Finally, after they keep on going on about blame, one of the other lab scientists asks the lab assistant to give them the phone.)

Lab Scientist: “Look, I don’t care whose fault it is. We just want this to work out for the patient, but since you’re stuck on this topic, we weren’t the ones who shipped human biological samples across an international border without customs declaration, and also discussed privileged health information with some lady named Veronica who clearly has nothing to do with this issue. So, if you want to play the blame game, you probably won’t like your consequences.”

(They shut up about blaming after that.)