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    The Passport Doesn’t Fall Short

    | Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Bad Behavior, Employees

    (I’m 5’1″ and I don’t like to wear a lot of makeup, so I often get mistaken for being a lot younger then I actually am. A few months after I turned 18 I go on holiday with my parents, and one night we decided to walk through a massive casino in the city. We have no intention of gambling; we just want to look inside. We approach the security guard at the entrance.)

    Guard: “No, you can’t come in here.”

    (Expecting this to happen, I start digging around my bag for my ID. The guards eyes widen.)

    Guard: *looking disbelieved* “You’re 18?!”

    Me: “Umm… yes?”

    (I pull out my passport and hand it to him. He keeps looking up at me and back down at the photo. The passport is new, and I haven’t made any changes to my hair, etc. since I had the photo done.)

    Guard: “What’s your date of birth?”

    (I don’t cope well when put on the spot, so I start to panic.)

    Me: “It’s umm… [day] of… uh… [month] of… umm… [year].”

    (The guard looks down his nose at me. I, however, am not going to leave until I get inside. He takes the look at the photo and then at me a few more times. Because he can’t prove that the ID is fake, he ends up calling a colleague over to ask his opinion. The colleague lets me in almost right away. As we walk inside, I can hear them having an argument.)

    Guard: “There was no way that girl was 18!”

    Colleague: “Dude, she gave you that ID right in front of her parents. And she could have been 18; it’s not like she’s pre-pubescent or something. And besides, what idiot tries to fake a passport?!”

    Guard: “But… but… she was so short!”

    Colleague: *face-palm*

    (Hair)Loss Of A Tip

    | Dover, NH, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (I am a 27-year-old female currently being treated for Hodgkin’s Lymphoma and as a result have lost my hair and am generally feel crummy. My friends decide to take me out to cheer me up. I am wearing a knit cap over my bald head.)

    Me: “I’ll get a margarita, please.”

    Waitress: “Sure, can I see your ID?”

    (I hand the waitress my driver’s license in which I have a full head of hair.)

    Waitress: *stares back and forth between my face and my ID* “Well, YOU look different.”

    (She walks away to fill the orders, leaving me speechless.)

    I Heard What You NSAID

    | NY, USA | Employees, Health & Body

    Doctor: “And what about allergies?”

    Me: “I’m allergic to ASA and NSAIDs, as well as—”

    Doctor: “I’m sorry, what?”

    Me: *slowing down* “Oh, sorry. ASA and all NSAIDs, and—”

    Doctor: “I heard you. What do you mean by that?”

    Me: “Uh… ASA is aspirin. I’m allergic to aspirin as well as all related non-steroidal anti-inflammatory drugs, or NSAIDs. I’m sorry, is that not correct? I’ve been saying it that way for years.”

    Doctor: “Oh yes, that’s correct. But you shouldn’t use the medical terms. Regular people get it wrong. Only doctors should use the medical terms.”

    Me: “But I didn’t get it wrong.”

    Doctor: “No, but it’s confusing.”

    Doesn’t Snow What She’s Talking About

    | Los Angeles, CA, USA | Employees, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I work in Los Angeles. Washington D.C. is being hit by a big snowstorm. The company I am working for needs an updated student visa form for one of our clients that is coming in five weeks, and the form is not available online. I send an e-mail to the visa agent, explaining the situation, but I add that I understand the reply would be delayed because of the snowstorm and to send it at their earliest convenience. Three weeks pass with no reply. I send a follow-up e-mail and call them two times, with the same results. My bosses are getting on my case, so I call for the third time and the agent finally picks up:)

    Me: “Hi. I am calling regarding about the visa for [Client] from [Company]. I understand that you guys had a snowstorm, but it has been three weeks and it is very urgent.”

    Visa Agent:*sighs with a condescending tone* “Yes. I saw your e-mail.”

    (I ignore it, trying to be civil.)

    Me: “Great! I thought it got lost in cyberspace. Would it be possible for you to send us the updated visa sometime today?”

    Visa Agent: *continuing on with her tone* “You know, we did have a big snowstorm a few weeks ago.”

    Me: “And I appreciate your time in helping us when you are busy catching-up because of the storm.”

    Visa Agent: “Look. I know you are from LA, so you wouldn’t understand this whole concept of snow or snowstorms and how it causes delays and—”

    Me: “Ma’am, let me stop you right there. I grew up in a suburb of Chicago and got my undergrad in Colorado. So please, enlighten me about this whole concept of snow and snowstorms and how it causes delays, while I wait for you to send the updated visa to me.”

    Visa Agent: …I will send it to you right away.”

    Me: “Thank you.”

    (After we hung up I received the visa within five minutes.)

    They’re All Trying To Get Fired

    , | OK, USA | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I am going through the drive-through and someone previously has tossed a cigarette which has started a fire beside the ordering box.)

    Me: “Hey, there’s a fire out here by the order box.”

    Voice: “Okay, we’ll let someone know.”

    (I get to the pay window.)

    Me: “Hey, you know there’s a fire next to your order box?”

    Cashier: “Oh?” *looks at the cameras on the area* “I don’t see anything. Your food will be ready at the next window.”

    (I go to the next window.)

    Me: “Excuse me, but there’s a fire at the drive-in box.”

    Clerk: “Okay, I tell manager.”

    (She clearly does nothing, so I drive back around to the box and try to stomp out the fire myself. I get back to the box and call the attendant.)

    Me: “The fire out here has gotten worse. Can you send someone out with some water?”

    Voice: “I’ll tell a manager.”

    Me: “Are you guys trying to have your place burn down?”

    Voice: “What?”

    Me: “You have a fire out here. F. I. R. E… FIRE!”

    Voice: “Okay, I’ll send someone out with some water.”

    (Three minutes later a woman comes out with a large drink cup with water and just looks at me and the fire and just stands there. I take the cup from her hands and douse the fire. I gave the cup back to her and drove off.)

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