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    Category: Bad Behavior

    Driven By Assumptions

    , | UK | Bad Behavior, Transportation

    (I’m 25 and have been working for several years. I’ve only just learned to drive and passed the test. I decide to go with a lease car suggested by my dad’s friend, since it actually works out cheaper as a long-term investment. I’m calling the car company’s insurance line.)

    Me: “Hi, I’m calling to activate my seven-days free insurance for my new car?”

    Agent: “Okay, I just need your personal details and the details of your car.”

    (I give her them, including my date of birth and the manufacture year of the car.)

    Agent: “Ooh, that’s a new model! Somebody’s being spoilt!”

    Me: “What do you mean?”

    Agent: “You’re getting [Car] as your first car? There’s no way a teenager could afford that. Mummy and daddy must love you! Lucky for some!”

    Me: “Actually, I’m paying for this out of my own pocket. If you’ll notice my age, I’ve held off on learning to drive and buying a car until I could afford to pay for it all – and run it – myself.”

    Agent: “Oh. Well… how was I supposed to know?”

    Me: “Maybe in the future, don’t make assumptions about people!”

    Femi-non-ism

    | USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Love/Romance

    (I’m going out for dinner with a friend while on break from work. We’re paying separately, but sitting together. Note: I’m a female; he’s a male. We go up to order, so I go first.)

    Me: “Yeah, I’d like a [Combo], for here.”

    Cashier: “Okay!” *turns to my friend* “And you?”

    Friend: “Oh, I’m paying separately.”

    Cashier: “Haha, very funny. What would you like?”

    Friend: “No, we’re separate.”

    Cashier: “What, you’re making your girlfriend buy her own dinner? What kind of man are you?!”

    Me: “The kind that’s not dating me. Can I just pay already?”

    Cashier: “No, your BOYFRIEND will pay for you.”

    (I’m tired of the cashier. I frequent this location often, so I know most of the staff, except for this cashier.)

    Me: “Get the manager.”

    Cashier: “Well, fine! Sorry for trying to get you two to act like a couple!”

    (She leaves and gets the manager, who sees me.)

    Manager: “Hey, [My Name], what’s the problem?”

    Cashier: “Her boyfriend’s saying they aren’t together and won’t pay for her food.”

    Manager: “[Cashier], hold on.” *turns to me* “What’s up?”

    Me: “She’s not listening. I’m paying for my own food; my friend’s paying for his. Can we order, please? I don’t want to be late getting back to work.”

    (The manager looks over at the cashier.)

    Manager: “[Cashier], this is the fifth time since you started. Go sit in the back. I’ll talk with you when I’m done.” *turns back to us* “I’m sorry about that.”

    (I got my food, and got back to work on time. The next time I went, the manager told me the cashier had been fired. She had apparently refused to serve couples if the girl paid for anything.)

    Funneling Out Of Control

    | Allentown, PA, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (My sister and I decide to go to the local fair while our mom is attending a concert there. We decide to get a funnel cake and that we’ll get it all the way at the far end of the fairgrounds because we notice no one ever walks that far and all the employees seemed bored with nothing to do. My sister sits at a table while I’m off getting the funnel cake and a worker walks up to the table area with a sponge while I’m away.)

    Worker: *mumbling really loudly and obviously, as though my sister is meant to hear* “All these f****** people making f****** messes and I have to clean it up… Sometimes I wish I could just kick their f****** asses.”

    (The tables are actually fairly clean-looking. He continues mumbling like that with a lot of profanity while my sister just stares at him like a deer in the headlights. That’s about when I walk up to her with the funnel cake. He sees the insane amount of powdered sugar that I put on it and glares at me like I murdered his children.)

    Worker: *points at another set of tables* “Over there! You sit over there by one of those three tables! Now!”

    Me: “Uh…”

    Sister: *whispering to me* “This guy’s crazy. Let’s go…”

    Me: *after she explains to me what happened* “Maybe the reason the tables at that end look so clean is because Mr. Sunshine chases off everyone who tries to eat at them.”

    (We ended up walking all the way back to the entrance and eating at some benches because there was nowhere else to sit. On the plus side, the people who made my funnel cake looked happy to finally have a customer, so at least the trip down to that end was worth it.)

    Mac And Tease

    | USA | Bad Behavior, Coworkers, Food & Drink

    (Though I’m normally good about eating healthy food, when I’m stressed all bets are off. We’ve had a tense few weeks of projects at my work, and thus most of my lunches have been greasy nightmares, including some homemade mac and cheese. I’m eating lunch when one of my coworkers comes in.)

    Coworker: “Oh, is that macaroni and cheese?”

    Me: “Mm-hm.”

    Coworker: “It doesn’t look like boxed or that quick-make stuff. Is it homemade?”

    Me: “Yeah. I just made a huge pot of it last night.”

    Coworker: “Oh, wow, really? So the cheese sauce is homemade too?”

    Me: “Uh, yeah.”

    Coworker: “Homemade is always better and healthier than that boxed crap. Can I try a bite?”

    Me: “You eat, like, mega-healthy, right?”

    Coworker: “Yeah, so?”

    Me: “This mac and cheese is like 85% grease, 10% salt, 3% cheese, and 2% pasta.”

    Coworker: “Oh, come off it! Homemade anything is always healthier than restaurant or store-bought, because you made it yourself!”

    Me: “Okay, well, that’s not how it works and regardless, since I DID make it myself, I can assure you this is something you wouldn’t want to have. The sauce is just an entire stick of butter and a pound of cheap cheese.”

    (My coworker continues trying to wheedle me for a few moments, and then sits down to her own lunch. Our supervisor comes by and reminds me of something I have to do after lunch. Because of how I’m sitting, I have to turn my back to my meal (and coworker) to talk to my supervisor. When I turn back around, it is just in time to see a big forkful of my mac and cheese go into my coworker’s mouth.)

    Me: “Uh, [Coworker], that’s—”

    (Before I can finish, her face screws up in horror and she spits out her mouthful on the table.)

    Coworker: “OH, MY GOD! EW! What the f*** is wrong with you?!”

    Me: “What the f***’s wrong with ME?! You’re the one that stole my food after I told you you’d hate it!”

    Coworker: *frantically wiping a paper towel over her tongue* “That’s disgusting! How can you put that s*** in your body?”

    Me: “I’m a stress-induced masochist, I guess. Kinda like how you’re a stupid-induced masochist.”

    Coworker: “Well! F*** you, too!”

    (She turned her nose up and stomped off to finish her lunch at her desk, leaving me to clean up the food she’d spat out. But at least she’s never asked me for a bite of my food again!)

    A Significant Dress-Down

    , | Dallas, TX, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

    (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…)


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