EvilPepper

Kiosk USA (I have a mental condition that when I get crowded, I start panicking. Walking in a mall is fine, and that’s what I’m doing. I’m looking for a good item for a present, and make eye contact with a young fellow next to a kiosk.) Salesman: “Hello! Would you like to have a look?” Me: “Sure, what are you selling?” Salesman: “These are heated pads to put on your neck! And they’re scented too! Smell!” (He hands me one and I sniff.) Salesman: “Good, eh?” Me: “Yeah. How much?” Salesman: “$20.” Me: “Hmmmm.” *makes a face* Salesman: “But look how nice they smell!” Me: “Well, I don’t really have $20 with me.” Salesman: “We take checks.” Me: “I left my checkbook in my car. I’ll go get it.” Salesman: “Ok!” (I turn to go, but I was so busy focusing on him that I didn’t notice a group of other salespeople, all holding the scented pads, and going ‘Mm! Nice!’ and sniffing them. They crowd me and I start to panic.) Me: “Uh, um, ok, bye!” (I push past them and sprint to my car. Once there I catch my breath and wait for my panic attack to subside. I tell myself over and over how I’m not in any danger, and no one’s going to get me. Finally I go back, having changed my mind about the pads, but looking at other stores.)

Restaurant USA (I am about 12 years old when this happens. My family and I go out to dinner at a local Italian place. We are seated outside on the deck, right next to the bar. A clearly drunk woman is at the bar, swearing even though she can clearly see me and my 13 year old sister. Despite being asked by the wait staff to stop, she continues to swear. Fed up, my uncle goes up to the staff) Uncle: Excuse me, could you please ask her to stop swearing? My nieces are here and don’t need to be hearing this. Bartender: Sorry, nothing I can do. (At this, my uncle goes up to the manager. Please note; My uncle is roughly 6'4 and 200 pounds, all muscle) Uncle: Excuse me, there is a woman outside that is clearly drunk and refuses to stop swearing, despite being asked multiple times. Manager: *shrugs* Uncle: Just so you know, you have just lost the business of 10 people. Manager: Okay (Just as we’re about to leave, the managers wife comes running up to us) Managers wife: Wait! You can eat inside. Please stay! Uncle: Nope, too late. (We never went back there. Not surprisingly, the closed down barley 2 months later!)

Why bother with a manager? Just call the cops and report drunk & disorderly behavior.

Store USA My husband and I are ready to make our purchase, and we get into the line corral to wait for a cashier. It’s busy, and several cashiers are working quite hard to help the other customers while we wait. Another one (Cashier 1) is currently ignoring all customers and texting. After waiting a few minutes, we get waived to the customer service section by a new cashier (Cashier 2). Cashier 2: I’m sorry about the wait, but I should be able to ring you up here. Me: Oh, not a problem, it gets busy. Cashier 2: Oh, it seems like my system won’t let me in. Why don’t you go back to the front of the line and one of the other cashiers will get you next. Me: No problem, thanks for trying. As we walk back towards the front of the line, Cashier 2 tells Cashier 1 to start calling over customers. Before we make it all the way back to the front of the line, Cashier 1 calls out for the next available customer. The customer at the front of the line knew we were next and waves for us to go ahead, so we go to Cashier 1’s till. Cashier 1: Where did you come from? Me: Cashier 2’s till? Cashier 1: You know you’re supposed to wait in line? Me: Yes, that’s why we did. Cashier 1: No you didn’t, you just cut in front of all of those people who were waiting patiently in line. Me: No, we were in that line, but Cashier 2 called us over. Cashier 1: The line starts in the corral. Next time, make sure you wait your turn. It’s rude to cut.

“and it’s rude to be texting when you’re suppose to be running the register”

DON’T use the telemarketer’s options to opt out from calls.  It’s often used to flag numbers as valid - meaning more calls.  If they were legit they’d already be obeying the “do not call” laws in the first place.

Don’t break the law while driving and you have nothing to worry about, amiright? :-)

Do NOT feel bad. They ignored your pain until you were screaming from it?  Maybe next time they’ll open their ears.

I bet your classmates don’t even realize THEY were the ones being racist, by stereotyping what size feet a specific race has.

Normally I’d agree - if cream wasn’t made by skimming the fat from whole milk - everything in cream is also in whole milk.  That’s why I find it odd that she’d be allergic to it but not to whole milk.

Wait, how is she allergic to cream but not whole milk?  Bit odd since *everything* in cream is also in whole milk.

I dunno, from what I’ve heard Nunavut could be considered a completely different planet. >:-)

Sadly, people like that never believe they should be responsible for their own actions.

It’s not rude or making a scene to say “No, this is too much for me.”  YOU’RE the one who will pay for the pain, not her.

Too bad his 20/20 vision didn’t help him see the red light he ran.

I just hope he didn’t get in trouble for it.  Last retail job I had, a discount of that much without a manager’s approval would be a write-up.

I like how the manager seems to think “keep on working” is the same as “remove myself from the situation” - different rules for different paygrades I guess.