(I work in a restaurant that is beside a coffee shop, which has a small theater on its other side. I stop into the coffee shop to get something before work, and right in front of me are two young chefs on break. The theater is hosting a dance competition, so the coffee shop is full of YOUNG dancers, roughly 10 years old.)

Chef #1: “I’d love to hit that.”

Chef #2: “I know! Look at her, with that makeup and skimpy costume! She’s begging for it!”

(I glance over to where they’re pointing. She’s wearing a short skirt and leotard, similar to what a figure skater wears, and has stage makeup on, but does not have anything risqué about her look.)

Me: “Guys, you don’t want to touch her.”

Chef #1: “Why not? Those red lips could do the work.”

Me: “Look around you. All these are little kids. I used to go to dance competitions all the time with my sister. They’re all 10, and that one, she’s MAYBE 13. Maybe. You guys are 19. Do the math.”

(Both get a look of horror as they realize what they’re implying about a child.)

(We are at the drive thru.)

Employee: “Can I take your order, sir?”

Me: “Do you have sliders?”

Employee: “Yes, we do. How many would you like?”

Me: “I really don’t feel like six and two isn’t enough. Can I buy four?”

Employee: “No, sir. We only sell siders in six packs or two packs.”

Me: “Okay. Please get me four burgers.”

Employee: “Sir, would you like the two-pack or six-pack?”

Me: “I’d like four sliders please.”

Employee: “We only sell sliders in two packs or six packs.”

Me: “Okay. No problem. Just give me four sliders.”

Employee: “You don’t understand, sir. You get two burgers with the two pack and six burgers with the six pack. You can’t order four.”

Me: “Okay, well can you order me two two-packs?”

(There is a long pause.)

Employee: “Oh!”

Me: “Thank you.”

Employee: “That will be two, two-pack sliders. Correct?”

Me: “Yes.”

(After picking up the order and pulling away from the ‘pick-up’ window, I quickly realize the bag is light. Looking inside, I see only two burgers. I go back to the window)

Employee: “Sir, can I help you?”

Me: “Yes. There’s only two sliders in my bag. I ordered four.”

Employee: “Let me check the screen. Your order only says ‘two.'”

Me: “That means two, two-packs of sliders.”

(There is a long pause.)

Employee: “Oh!”

(About two months earlier, I adopted a small dog from a local shelter. Recently I have discovered some mix-ups with her papers and found that she hadn’t gotten her annual shots and hadn’t had a dental checkup which I had paid for with the shelter, which the shelter had previously informed me she had. I’m at the vet with her and have just found out the cost of everything and have begun to panic a little because it is more than I can afford at this time (dental is crazy expensive), as my savings had just been depleted by some emergency vehicle repairs.)

Me: “I’m so sorry. I really can’t afford the full set of shots right now. I can afford the necessary shots at the moment, but I’m going to have to wait a bit on her teeth.”

Receptionist: *looking over my paperwork and records* “So you paid for the dental treatment at the shelter and they never had it done?”

Me: “Yeah, it looks that way… I’m going to have to call them and get this sorted.”

Receptionist: “Pfft, hon, don’t even worry about it. We’ll take care of it.”

Me: “… Wait… What?”

Receptionist: “Look, you seem like a good girl. You’ve got a head on your shoulders but you’ve hit a rough patch and money is a little tight right now. Couple mix ups and mistakes and you’re just trying to do your best to take care of this little pooch. Just pay for the shots and we’ll say the dental is included this time around!”

Me: “Oh, my god… I don’t know how to… Thank you so much!”

Receptionist: “No worries, hon! And just so you know, too, we offer interest-free payment plans for if anything comes up in the future.”

Me: “Thank you. Thank you so much!”

Receptionist: “Take care of that pup!“

(That lady has won a client for life.)

(I’m working at the ice cream window at my restaurant, where people can order cones and sundaes to go. I go back to the supply room to grab another box of plastic spoons, and realize there’s only one box there. Note that the boxes only hold about 50 spoons, and it’s a busy night in the summer, so it won’t take long to run out.)

Me: *to manager* “We’re almost out of spoons. This box is the only one left.”

Manager: “[Coworker], can you go to [Nearby Grocery Store] and pick up some more?”

(The coworker agrees and goes to get her keys, stopping to talk to several coworkers on the way out. The grocery store is 5 minutes away, but she’s gone for at least half an hour, and we’re running out of spoons quickly. She finally comes back with a tray of coffees.)

Manager: “What the h***? What took you so long?”

Coworker: “I had to get coffee for everyone, and it took so long!”

(After all that, she only came back with three boxes of spoons.)

Me: “White coffee, please.”

Server: “We haven’t got any white coffee. I do have some black coffee and some milk if that is okay?”