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    A Discount Is On The Cards

    | Norway | Employees, Health & Body, Movies & TV

    (My friend has spent over a year battling cancer, and due to the effects of almost a year in bed and a severe reaction to chemotherapy, she has to learn to walk again. On one of her trips home, we decide to go see a movie. She’s in a wheelchair, and I’m pushing.)

    Friend: “Hello! We’d like two tickets to [Movie], please.”

    Cashier: “Of course! With the discount, that’ll be [price].”

    Me: “We get a discount? Awesome!” *I grin at my friend*

    Cashier: *to me* “Yes, but I need your card first.”

    Me: “Card? What card?”

    Friend: “We don’t have whatever card you’re talking about.”

    Cashier: “But you should bring your card for trips like this. It gets the companion a discount on their ticket.”

    (Suddenly, I understand what’s going on. She’s referring to a carer’s card.)

    Me: “Ah… I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I’m just here as a friend. We don’t have a card.”

    (I quickly explain what the cashier is talking about to my friend.)

    Cashier: “You can’t get the discount without the card.”

    Friend: “I don’t have one. Can we just buy the tickets, please?”

    Cashier: “Unless you can show me the card, I can’t give you the discount.”

    Me: “No, I’m not here to accompany her. I’m really her friend. We’re going together.”

    Friend: “Exactly what she says! I don’t have a card because I’m not disabled!”

    Cashier: “You really do need to show me the card for this.”

    (At this point, my friend is getting genuinely upset, and I’m not happy, either.)

    Me: “Listen to me. I am her friend. She’s been ill, but this is not permanent. She’s getting out of the chair again, and she does not have a card.”

    (You can see the cashier suddenly understand.)

    Cashier: “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!”

    Friend: “It’s okay. I’d just like our tickets.”

    Cashier: “Of course! I’ll get you a different discount as an apology. Feel free to sit anywhere in the theatre. There’s hardly any people.”

    Me: “Thank you. That’s very kind.”

    (We get our tickets, and because there’s still 30 minutes until the movie starts, we decide to head to a store down the street for snacks. Once we’re outside…)

    Friend: “Hey, did you see what kind of discount we got?” *shows me her ticket* “Look, apparently we’re retired!”

    (We had a good laugh about it, and enjoyed the movie as two ‘retirees’ in our early 20s!)

    They Do Love A Man Out Of Uniform

    | KS, USA | Employees, Rude & Risque

    (I once worked as a police dispatcher for a small town, and we wore uniforms similar to the police officers.  It’s my day off so I’m not in uniform when I go to pay my water bill. One of the ladies I know is working behind the desk.)

    Me: “Hi. I need to pay my water bill.

    Clerk: “Oh, hey, [My Name]. I didn’t recognize you with clothes on!”

    Me: “Let’s not get any rumors started here…”

    Doesn’t Know Beans About The Menu, Part 3

    | Winnipeg, MB, Canada | At The Checkout, Employees, Food & Drink, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (My husband and I are meat eaters, but we occasionally like to have veggie burgers. This place has a veggie burger that isn’t bad, so we decide to stop there one night after the movies.)

    Me: “We’d like two Veggies, please.”

    Employee: “You’d like what?”

    Me: “Veggies. You know… the veggie burgers?”

    Employee: “…”

    Me: “You know? The ones without meat?”

    Employee: “Oh. Gotcha.”

    (When we got home, we found that our ‘burgers’ consisted of buns, lettuce, tomatoes, and condiments. That’s it. Technically, they did indeed contain no meat.)

    Doesn’t Know Beans About The Menu, Part 2
    Doesn’t Know Beans About The Menu

    Needs More Train-ing

    | UK | Employees, Extra Stupid, Transportation

    (My mother is booking a train ticket over the phone.)

    Mum: “What’s the earliest train time?”

    Employee: “Well, the earliest is at 05:30. It gets you there at 10:30. They then run every hour after that.”

    Mum: “I only need to be there by midday. 06:30 should be fine.”

    Employee: “Okay, I’ll just key that in.” *types* “Right, your ticket is booked for 17:30.” *suddenly realizes* “Oh, hang on. I’ll correct that.” *more typing* “Okay, your ticket is booked for 18:30.”

    Won’t Let You Live This Down For An Age

    | Seattle, WA, USA | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful, Movies & TV, Theme Of The Month

    (I am 15, and have always looked younger than I am. My younger brother is 12. A lot of people think he is older than I am. We would commonly go to movies together, but since I babysat and he didn’t have much income source, I usually paid for the tickets. We are going to a PG-13 movie; my mother knew the movie and had approved it for my 12-year-old brother.)

    Me: “Two tickets for [Popular Fantasy Series].”

    Ticket Agent: “That’s rated PG-13.”

    Me: “Yes, it is.”

    Ticket Agent: “You have to be 13 to buy a ticket to that.”

    Me: “I’ve never heard of that. But, I’m actually 15.”

    Ticket Agent: “Do you have ID?”

    Me: “Not really. I’m 15, so, I don’t have a driver’s license or anything.”

    Ticket Agent: “You can’t buy the tickets without ID. How about a student ID?”

    Me: “I’m homeschooled. I have an expired ID from when I went to one class at the junior high. It’s two years old, though.”

    (I give him my expired id that happens to still be in my wallet.)

    Ticket Agent: “This just proves that you went to [junior high], two years ago.”

    Me: “Which would have meant that two years ago I was in seventh grade, at least, which means that I’m in ninth grade. Which would generally make me older than 13.”

    Ticket Agent: “You have to be older than 13.”

    Me: “I am.”

    Ticket Agent: “I can’t sell them to you.”

    (Dejectedly, I walk away from the counter and go tell my brother.)

    Brother: “Give me the money.”

    (I give him money for the tickets, telling him it won’t work, because he actually isn’t thirteen. After a few moments, he comes back, tickets in hand.)

    Me: “How did you convince him you were 13?”

    Brother: “He didn’t ask.”

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