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    Not Using Her Grey(ing) Matter

    | TN, USA | Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (My father has had grey hair since he was about 30. Because of this, people often think he’s older than he actually is. At the time this took place, he was in his late 40s.)

    Waitress: “Do you qualify for a senior citizen discount?”

    Dad: “Haha, no, not yet! The grey hair is misleading.”

    Waitress: *smiling* “Sorry about that. We have a lot of customers who look a lot younger than you who claim to qualify.”

    Dad: “…”

    (She walked away happily, seeming unaware that she had just insulted my Dad. I don’t think she meant it the way it came out, but it was still funny. We laughed all the way home.)

    To The Fourth Power

    | Sweden | Employees, Food & Drink

    (Three friends and I go to a restaurant to have some lunch. It so happens that all four of us decide to have the same dish.)

    Waiter: “Welcome. What do you want to order?”

    Friend #1: “Four [dish].”

    Waiter: *to Friend #2* “And what do you want?”

    Group Fail

    | Reno, NV, USA | Employees, Language & Words

    (My doctor’s office is part of a large local “franchise” with lots of different departments and offices, so they have a central line that goes to an operator and directs from there. I’ve called it to find a fax number.)

    Operator: “Thank you for calling [Franchise] Central Operator. How may I help you?”

    Me: “Hi, can I please have the fax number for the endocrinology department?”

    Operator: “Sure, one second.”

    (There is a very long pause.)

    Operator: “I have… the endocrinology GROUP? Is that what you’re looking for?”

    Me: “…Yes, that’s the one. Thank you.”

    Puts The A** Into Harass

    | UK | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (My mother has taken my 91-year-old grandfather to the supermarket. He is very frail and has short term memory problems so cannot react quickly. He is standing near the car while Mum locks the doors when a supermarket employee pushes a row of supermarket trollies towards him at speed. Mum dives out and grabs the front trolley just before it hits Grandad.)

    Mum: *angrily* “Careful! You almost hit him.”

    Worker: “You can’t speak to me like that; that’s harassment!”

    Mum: “…and nearly knocking over a man in his 90’s isn’t?”

    There Will Be Bloodwork, Part 2

    | Ottawa, ON, Canada | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (I am in a rehabilitation hospital after having an operation that left me paralyzed from the chest downwards. I happen to have serious paranoia about hospitals after spending many months of my life in them back when I lived in England and I’m trying to inform the doctors of my paranoia, my conditions, and how I’ll need to go about doing this. I’d like to make a note here that one of my conditions is a terrible phobia of needles I’ve had ever since I was a child.)

    Doctor: “Okay, [My Name], we’re going to have to take blood from you.”

    (They’ve usually taken blood from my legs and feet which is below my level of injury so I can’t feel it, meaning I’m somewhat okay with it.)

    Me: “…Sure, I guess. From my feet as per normal?”

    Doctor: “No, we’re going to need to take it from your arms. It appears the ones from your feet aren’t giving us the results we need and we need to take them every few days. Your arms are our only option.”

    (Of course my needle phobia and my paranoia start kicking in but I manage to hold it together.)

    Me: *sweating a little* “Okay… Well, in that case… I’ll need a few things done first to calm me down or we’ll have another problem.”

    Doctor: “All right, name them.”

    Me: “First, I’ll need access to my iPhone for my music to try to block out the sound. Second, I’ll need a large dosage of the numbing cream on where you intend to put the needle in and—”

    Doctor: *suddenly strict* “You really need this much?”

    Me: “Yes, I do, because of my serious paranoia. I’ve told you before I’ve actually punched a doctor in the face because of it.” *trying to keep cool* “So I’ll need my iPhone for my music with my headphones to put in my ears, and a large dosage of numbing cream and warm towels there to make the cream act faster. I know this is important so I’m giving you all the details so I can do this quickly and easily for both of us.”

    Doctor: *nodding* “Sounds reasonable. All right, I can get you those things.”

    Me: *relieved* “Thank you.”

    (The next day I’m woken up and told that I’ll be having my blood taken. When they come around to take it however, none of the things I’ve asked for are there for me.)

    Nurse: “Okay, [My Name], I need to take blood from you.”

    Me: “Hang on! I asked for several things done beforehand! Can you wait a moment?”

    Nurse: *confused* “Like what? It just said we needed to take your blood today and that you were willing.”

    Me: “Yes, but I asked [Doctor] to make a note that because of my needle phobia, I need a few things done first, like numbing cream and a warm towel around the hand you’re doing it on.”

    Nurse: *confused* “We’re doing it on both hands. [Doctor] said you were okay with it.”

    (At this point, my needle phobia and paranoia are starting to kick in.)

    Me: “What?! I never agreed to that! I said only one hand!”

    Nurse: “We need two samples, one from each hand. Surely [Doctor] told you.”

    Me: “No, she didn’t! Now please – I need my phone for my music, some numbing cream, and warm towels!”

    (The nurse looks a little offended but goes away. I think she’s getting what I need and she comes back with the cream and warm towels to put them on. However I still haven’t been given my music which is still out of my reach. The call button for the nurse is out of my reach also now that my hands are toweled up so I can’t call for one. When the doctor and nurses come back I’m feeling myself starting to freak out.)

    Doctor: “[My Name], we’re going to do it now.”

    Me: *panicking* “No, no, I’m not ready! I need my music!”

    Doctor: *sternly* “We can’t give that to you because we need to communicate with you. We need you to hear what’s going on.”

    Me: *panicking* “No, no, no. I CAN’T hear it or I’m gonna—”

    Doctor: “Can we just start this now?”

    (Due to my paranoia and problems, I start freaking out and the blood test doesn’t happen. As I’m coming down from my paranoid panic attack, I hear my doctor talking to another nurse.)

    Doctor: *coldly* “No, don’t bother anymore.”

    Nurse: “What? But we need this done…”

    Doctor: *even colder and quiet tone* “If he’s going to be a f****** child having a tantrum then don’t bother. If he gets sick it’s his own fault.” *leaving the room* “There really is no point.”

    (When my wife called later, I told her about this. She was so angry that she immediately filed for me to be taken home. It’s been over three months now and I’ve recovered twice as much at home under my wife’s care than I did in the rehab center. We were told we needed to see this doctor again but my wife flat-out refused and we now have a referral to a different doctor. Ironically after this situation happening in the hospital, my ‘doctor’ never once came back to see me – not even when I was being discharged.)

    There Will Be Bloodwork

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