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    Would Have Mismanaged The Situation

    | USA | Bizarre/Silly, Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Criminal/Illegal, Rude & Risque, Themed Giveaway

    (Last night, I had to call the police on someone who was drunk and streaking around scaring little children. My manager isn’t too happy. I’m a female.)

    Manager: “Did you really have to call the police on this boy?”

    Me: “Yes. He tried to grab me and security wouldn’t do anything.”

    Manager: “It’s still a little dramatic to call the cops and arrest him. His parents are angry now.”

    Me: “Plus, this boy was 18 and shouldn’t have been drinking anyway.”

    Manager: “Boys will be boys. Next time just handle it yourself, okay?”

    Me: “Me against a full grown adult ‘boy.’ I don’t think so.”

    Manager: “Tch. Girls.”

    (The manager started to say something else but the general manager called for him sternly. He told my manager to shut up.)

    Leave Your Baggage At Home

    | USA | Crazy Requests, Employees, Family & Kids, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (My sister is going grocery shopping with her husband and their two-year-old son. My sister is 24, but she looks like a teenager.)

    Store Employee: “Excuse me, but you can’t have your bag in here. You’ll have to leave it in the manager’s office.”

    Sister: “Um, well, I have my computer in my bag, and I don’t know the manager. I’m not going to just leave my stuff with some person I don’t know.”

    Store Employee: “Well, you can take out your computer; you just can’t have your bag in here.”

    Sister: “…Okay, then.”

    (She proceeds to empty the entire contents of the bag, including each diaper separately, and then hands over the empty bag.)

    Store Employee: “Uh… that’s okay. You can keep your bag this time.”

    Sister: “Yeah, I thought so.”

    (At this point, the manager, who had been watching, runs over to apologize.)

    Manager: “I’m sorry. I thought you guys were kids.”

    Sister’s Husband: “Uh, we have our two-year-old son, like, right here…”

    Cuts No Ice With The Cashier

    | Richfield, MN, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (It is a blistering hot summer and my mother doesn’t want to get out of the car’s A/C, but we need ice. So she gives me $10 and sends me into a local liquor store to pick some up. I am 18 at the time, but only buying ice.)

    Cashier: “ID, please.”

    Me: “Uh, I just want to buy this.” *holds out the $10*

    Cashier: *visibly annoyed* “ID!”

    Me: “I know you sell liquor mostly, but I’m just here for ice. I don’t have my ID on me.”

    Cashier: “No ID, no sale!”

    Me: “Uh… okay, then.

    (I put the ice back and walked out to the car my mom laughed at me the whole way home. A few years later my 21st birthday card read ‘Congrats! You can now buy ice!’)

    Plucking An Answer Out Of The Air

    | Orlando, FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Employees, Tourists & Travel, Transportation

    (I have just finished visiting my friends and have arrived at the airport for my return flight to Washington Dulles. I get up to the airline greeter who is standing at the entrance of the line.)

    Greeter: *rudely* “Sir, you need to place that carry-on in this slot to confirm the size.”

    Me: “Oh, this is my return trip, I already know it fits.”

    Greeter: “That doesn’t matter. Put the bag in.”

    (I do as asked.)

    Greeter: *shocked* “It fits. Where are you flying to?”

    Me: “D.C.”

    Greeter: *scoffs* “There are two airports in D.C. We only fly to one of them.”

    Me: *shocked look* “Washington Dulles.”

    Greeter: “That is the one we fly to.”

    (As I am walking away to go to the counter I turn around.)

    Me: “There are actually three airports in the D.C. area.”

    (I got better service from the TSA agents!)

    Worried About Being Put To Bed With A Shovel

    | Detroit, MI, USA | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests

    (I am 15 years old. It is a Sunday morning, and the clinic is closed. I have to go in to feed the dogs and let them outside. It had snowed about a foot overnight, so my boss has left me a note asking me to shovel the parking lot. I am letting the dogs out when he arrives. Note that this isn’t the best neighborhood.)

    Boss: “Hey, [My Name], why didn’t you shovel?”

    Me: “Hey, [Boss]. I was letting dogs out and feeding them first. I figured I’d shovel once I’m done.”

    Boss: “I wanted you to shovel before I got here.”

    Me: “I didn’t realize you were coming in today. I’ll get on it once I get the dogs inside.”

    Boss: “Ugh, fine.”

    (We have a lot of dogs, so it takes me quite a while to let the dogs out and then back in. By the time I am done, my boss has gone home. I am about to start shoveling the snow when I see a large man picking through the garbage outside. Being a small, young girl, I am afraid to go outside on my own with this man there. I call my boss to explain the situation.)

    Me: “Hey, [Boss], I’m having kind of a weird situation here.”

    Boss: “It couldn’t be handled while I was there?”

    Me: “No. There’s a big guy standing outside of the clinic in the parking lot. Would it be okay if I called someone to come help me shovel? You know: safety in numbers.”

    Boss: “Just shovel! He’ll probably go away when he sees you.”

    Me: “I’m just kind of uncomfortable with this situation. He looks kind of sketchy.”

    Boss: “No, I’m not paying two people to be there! Just do your job!”

    Me: “Would you let your 15-year-old daughter shovel snow by herself in Detroit when there’s a creepy-looking man picking through the garbage?”

    Boss: “Of course not!”

    Me: “Then would you let me call [Coworker] to come help me?”

    Boss: “No! Ugh, you’re just being lazy. Just wait until he goes away and then shovel.”

    (After I hung up, I sat waiting for the man to go away for about a half hour, but he wouldn’t leave. I ended up calling my parents. They both came to the clinic. Once they arrived, the man went away. My parents didn’t like the idea of a 15-year-old being alone in such a neighborhood and ended up helping me shovel the parking lot and the sidewalk in front of the building. My boss to this day does not understand why I was scared.)

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