(I am seven years old and have been suffering from stomach pains for a week or so. I had stopped eating a couple of days before but my mum has giving me milkshakes and other liquid things to keep me sustained. After I stop drinking, we go to our local 24-hour doctor to see what is going on. They gave me a couple of scans and send us to the main hospital in the county.)

Doctor: “So, what seems to be the issue?”

Mum: “She’s been suffering from stomach pains, hasn’t been eating properly, and a couple of hours ago started refusing drinks. Her stomach is distended, too.”

Doctor: *without even looking at me* “Okay, she clearly has tonsillitis. She doesn’t need to be here. I don’t know why [24-hour doctor] sent you here or why they wasted time giving you any scans.”

Mum: “She’s seven-years old and regularly suffers from tonsillitis. I think she’d know if it was her throat hurting, and I’ve never seen her tonsils cause her stomach to swell up. Can I speak to somebody in charge of the ward, please?”

Doctor: *grumbles* “Okay, fine.” *storms off*

(When the head of the ward came over, he took one look at my stomach, gave it a couple of prods to find out where the pain was and, after a couple more scans, discovered I had acute appendicitis and severe peritonitis from where my appendix had burst and started poisoning me by turning septic. I was in surgery first thing the next morning, and the original doctor who saw me was under supervision for the entire week I was in hospital.)

(We are at that point in the day where we’d prefer not to get customers, because we’re tired and don’t want to be interrupted while we do our pre-closing tasks. The manager on duty tells us something funny that had just happened.)

Manager: “There was a customer coming up to the door, and I just focused really hard and thought, ‘GET OUT. GET OUT. GET OUT,’ and he turned around and left!”

(We all start laughing.)

Me: “You telepathically made him leave!”

Manager: “Yeah! It was like a Jedi mind trick!”

Me: “‘This is not the [Restaurant] you’re looking for!'”

(I’m a new hire, and in orientation for my job. After finishing paperwork, the manager is showing me how to clock in and out. He mentions getting my uniform.)

Manager: “You’ll have to talk to [Name] when you get here Sunday, but he’s kind of intimidating.”

Me: “So… is he built heavily? Or is it his personality?”

Manager: “No, it’s mostly his voice. He sounds like Darth Vader.”

Me: “That’s not intimidating.”

Manager: “Star Wars fan?”

Me: “Yup.”

Manager: “You two will get along fine. Now, for breaks…”

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Me: *to customer* “Hi. Can I help you?”

Coworker: *sneaks up behind me* “I’m serving her.”

Me: “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realise you were useful.”

(My coworker was giggling for the rest of the transaction! Whoops.)

(I’m in the pharmacy picking up my prescription for insulin.)

Pharmacy Tech: “We are currently out of the insulin pens, so we’ve substituted a bottle of insulin that you can use until we get the pens back in stock in a few days.”

Me: “That’s fine, but I don’t have any syringes at home any more so I’ll need to buy some.”

Pharmacy Tech: “You’ll need to get a doctor to send us a prescription for the syringes.”

Me: “So, you are saying you don’t have the insulin pens. So you are giving me a bottle of insulin, but you won’t give me the syringes to use them?”

Pharmacy Tech: “We can’t give you syringes without a doctor’s prescription.”

Me: “Can I please talk to the pharmacist?”

Pharmacy Tech: “She’s very busy right now, and she’s going to tell you the same thing.”

Me: “I will wait.”

(The pharmacy tech huffs, and I go sit down in the waiting area. About 10 minutes later, after I’ve seen the pharmacist give several consultations, I walk up to the consultation window.)

Pharmacist: *very pleasantly* “Hi. Do you need a consultation?”

Me: “Actually, the lady at the register said that you were substituting a bottle of insulin instead of the pens because you are out.”

Pharmacist: “Oh, you need to know how to use the syringes?”

Me: “No, I know how to do that, but I don’t have any syringes.”

Pharmacist: “Oh, no problem. We’ll give you some since we are out of the pens.”

Me: “The lady at the register is refusing to give them to me without a prescription.”

(The pharmacist looks towards the registers and glares.)

Pharmacist: “She’s been doing that all day. I don’t know why I have to keep explaining it to her. At least she goes home in half an hour.”

(The pharmacist rang me up and I was on my way with syringes. I never saw the pharmacy tech there again.)