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    Vegetarians Often Go Without

    , | Fort Wayne, IN, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (I am a vegetarian, and often order my meals without meat. I go through a popular fast food drive through to order one of their popular breakfast sandwiches and specify what needs altered.)

    Me: “Hey there! I’d like a [popular breakfast sandwich] without meat, and a large orange juice, please.”

    Worker: “A [popular breakfast sandwich]?”

    Me: “Yep! Without meat.”

    Worker: “Do you want it without Canadian bacon or without sausage?”

    Me: “… Whatever’s cheaper?”

    Denial Is Demanding

    | NSW, Australia | Employees, Extra Stupid

    (We’re on holiday. I walk into the only shop open within walking distance, opposite where we’re staying, to buy a lighter.)

    Employee: “No, we don’t have any. Ugh, people keep coming in all day asking for them and I keep having to explain we don’t have any demand for them!”

    Not Well Versed In Pillow Talk

    | Sudbury, ON, Canada | Employees, Extra Stupid

    (I’m looking at pillows when I notice that one of the display units don’t match any of the others.)

    Me: “Excuse me. I’m looking for this pillow, but none of these pillows seem to match. Am I missing it, or is it sold out?”

    Employee: “Let me see… Ah, it’s probably this one!”

    (I can see from the box that it’s not.)

    Me: “Actually, that doesn’t look right. I’m looking for the one with this bubble wrap gel. That one is more of a foam sheet.”

    Employee: “Hmm. Only way to tell for sure is to take it out of the box!”

    (Despite the picture on the side clearly showing the layers of the pillow, the employee begins to open the box and unzip the pillow case. The inside pillow is still cased inside a thin white fabric. )

    Employee: “See!”

    Me: “I don’t think so. The layer is blue, but it’s a different material than this bubbly one.”

    Employee: “Nah. Its just looks that way. Here I’ll take it out of the case… Should just zip open… No zip, huh… Okay, then.”

    (The employee then begins to tear the fabric open and claw at the foam.)

    Employee: “Huh. Guess you’re right. Ask up front if they know.”

    (The employee then threw the opened box, pillow case, and ripped pillow on top of the boxes and walked away.)

    Prejudice Can Be A Handicap

    | MI, USA | Employees, Health & Body, Pets & Animals

    (I have a seizure disorder. I have a service dog and wear a medical alert bracelet. When I use public restrooms, I tend to use the handicapped stalls. After doing some shopping I walk into busy bathroom. I start walking to the stall, when a janitor emptying the trash steps in front of me.)

    Janitor: “Where do you think you’re going? That stall is for handicapped people only.”

    Me: “Oh, I have a seizure disorder. Here’s my medical bracelet, see?”

    (The janitor looks less than impressed.)

    Me: “And this is my service dog.”

    Janitor: “You can walk just fine. You can use a regular stall.”

    Me: “‘Handicapped’ doesn’t just mean an inability to walk.”

    Janitor: “You are not allowed to use this stall. It’s the law.”

    Me: “Seriously? There’s no such law. I have a legitimate reason to use this stall.”

    Janitor: “Listen. You are not going to steal this stall from these ladies! So pipe down your attitude! You aren’t anything special! You and that ridiculous mohawk of yours can go in that smaller stall, missy!”

    Me: “The last time I was in a regular stall, I had a seizure. I fell and hurt myself. The stall was so constricted that I hit my head on the walls and toilet. My doctor wants me to be safe.”

    Janitor: “You expect me to believe that?”

    Me: *turning my head, revealing a long, thick purple scar running under my spiked hair* “This stupid mohawk is a result of the 70 stitches I had to get after cracking my skull open on the side of a toilet! I had no way of avoiding everything in that constricted space when I fell so I hurt myself and a janitor had to pull me out, unconscious. Now if you could let me access the stall with more floor space and more room for me to avoid head injuries and a lawsuit, I’d appreciate it!”

    (The janitor turned pale while the line behind me erupted in a chorus of “Ooooohhhhh”s. Apparently a woman at the end of the line alerted another nearby janitor to the incident, so when I left the bathroom, I was told to wait by the employee main office. The head janitor offered his apology, and granted me a gift card to the mall and a treat for my service dog!)

    A Very Poor Understanding Of Charity

    | IL, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Extra Stupid

    (It is shortly before Thanksgiving, and the grocery store I am shopping in has shopping bags filled with holiday items for needy families. The sealed bags are on tables by the checkout. To purchase one, as I had before, you just put it on the belt with your groceries, then pay, and drop it into a donation bin by the exit. I pick up one of these bags and put it on the belt with my groceries.)

    Cashier: *gesturing to the charity bag* “That isn’t for you.”

    Me: “I’m sorry…  What?”

    Cashier: “Those are for needy families. You can’t have it.”

    Me: “I’m not buying it for me. I’m going to put it in the bin by the door.”

    Cashier: “You can’t buy those! They aren’t for you! You are taking food from needy families!”

    Me: “I bought one the other day so it can be given to a needy family.”

    Cashier: “They shouldn’t have let you. You have to put it back.”

    (I am wondering if I should bother to have a manager called over when the cashier from the next checkout says to my cashier:)

    Other Cashier: “What are you doing, [Cashier]? Those bags are for any customer to buy and donate. The store ships them to a charity that gives them to the families.”

    Cashier: “Oh. I thought only the poor could buy them.”

    (The cashier still seemed reluctant, but she did ring out my order and allow me to make my donation. I hope I was the first customer who had tried to buy one of those bags in her lane.)


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