(Note: My manager always brings her two young kids into work, where they continually get under the chefs’ feet and generally be the biggest nuisances.)

Manager’s Kid: “Hey you! Give me an ice cream!”

(I glance out to where the manager is chain-smoking, as usual, but she doesn’t notice me. Knowing he’ll throw a tantrum anyway if I don’t, I make him a small ice cream. A few minutes later…)

Manager: *to me* “Did you give [kid] ice cream?! You stupid girl, what did you do that for? Now you’ve ruined his dinner! And you can’t just give out free ice cream like that. Everything has to be accounted for. Don’t EVER do that again!”

(The next day…)

Manager’s Kid: “I want ice cream!”

Me: “Sorry dude; not before your dinner.”

(A few minutes later…)

Manager: “DID YOU SAY ‘NO’ TO MY SON?!”

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We All Get Screamed At For Ice Cream

(My first child is sick and has been up all night crying with a fever. Before the store even opens, I am in the parking lot staring through the store window at the medicine I need with my sick, screaming baby. I can see and hear two employees nearby watching and making fun of me.)

Rude Employee #1: “Oh my god, do you see that? That crack w**** is here with her crack baby so early in the morning! I thought those kinds of people only came out at night.”

Rude Employee #2: “I guess you can never tell. I wonder what’s so important that she has to bring her screaming brat with her before we even open?”

(I ignore them as I wait patiently, but after another ten minutes my patience is wearing thin. I am about to tell them off when another employee walks up to the front doors and opens them.)

Nice Employee: “Ma’am, I know the store isn’t open for another twenty minutes, but I wanted to check on you.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. My baby has had a fever all night and just won’t sleep! I only need something to help her fever so she’ll stop crying.”

Nice Employee: “I see. Would you come with me, please?”

(He opens the door for me and lets me into the store.)

Nice Employee: “Get what you need and I’ll meet you on register one to ring you out.”

Rude Employee #1: “Hey! Don’t let that crack w**** in here. Her baby’s not sick! She’s just scamming you so she can shoplift!”

(Fortunately, the nice employee ignores them and helps me find what I need and walks me to the front of the store)

Nice Employee: “I’m sorry we let you wait out there so long. If I had known I would have gotten to you sooner. Unfortunately the registers are still not open, so I can’t ring you in, but I can let you go home with the medicine.”

Me: “But I have to pay for it. Let me at least leave some money here. You’ve been so nice; you can keep the extra as a tip.”

Nice Employee: “Ma’am, that’s very sweet of you, but I must insist you take your medicine and your sweet little girl home. As a single father, I have been in your shoes before, so I would like to pay for your baby’s medicine.”

Me: “Thank you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much!”

(I always go back to that store just because of that one nice employee. He totally makes up for the rude ones.)

(I began reading at the age of three and have always been a very advanced reader. This happens when I am in kindergarten. While my dad looks for books, I try and check out “Charlotte’s Web” with my own library card.)

Me: “I would like to check this book out please, ma’am.”

Librarian: “You can’t get that book! You’re not old enough. It’ll be too hard for you!”

Me: “But… I’ve already read the first chapter. I want to finish it.”

Librarian: “No! I can’t let you check that book out. You’ll just damage it or lose it.”

Me: *starts to cry*

(My dad finally comes over and asks me what’s wrong. Before I can say anything, the librarian interrupts.)

Librarian: “She was trying to check this book out and clearly it is too advanced for her!”

My Dad: “Did you even ask her if she could read it to you?”

Librarian: “Well, no! I don’t need to!”

My Dad: *to me* “Here, read this page.”

(I read the page almost perfectly, only stumbling over one word which I figure out in about three seconds.)

Librarian: *silently checks out book*

(Later, outside…)

My Dad: “Don’t worry honey, the same thing happened to me when I was your age…”

Me: “There’s a boy in the noodle aisle purposely throwing everything on the floor. He’s not responding to anyone.”

Employee: “Ugh. Not again. All we can do is pick up after him and put things back.”

Me: “Why can’t someone get his parents and make him stop?”

Employee: “He’s the manager’s kid…”

(A little girl walks up to the counter with a handful of cards.)

Little Girl: “Excuse me! Miss, I have a question.”

Cashier: “What is it, sweetheart?”

Little Girl: “Well, my best friend’s moms just got married and I want to give them a card, but none of these are right.”

Cashier: *looks at cards* “What do you mean? They all have happy couples on them.”

Little Girl: “But none of them have two girls. I can’t give them a card with a guy on it. That’d be insulting.”

Cashier: “…Two women?! Young lady! Homosexuality is a sin! You should be ashamed for promoting it!”

Little Girl: “But I just want to give them a card.”

Cashier: “They don’t need any cards, those monsters! Polluting the minds of innocent children like you!” *snatches cards away* “I won’t sell you anything if it’s for those heathens!”

(The little girl looks close to tears. A young woman, probably early twenties walks up to her. The little girl throws herself at the woman.)

Woman: “Hey, what’s wrong? I thought you were going to find a card for Lisa’s parents.”

Little Girl: *in tears* “She said that Lisa’s mommy’s were heathens, and a bunch of other mean stuff!”

Woman: *to the cashier* “Who asked for you opinion exactly?!”

Cashier: “No wonder the girl’s so messed up. Teen mothers are going to h*** along with the f**s!”

Woman: “Not that it matters, but one, she’s my sister, two, I’m sterile, and three, there is nothing wrong with my sister. She is a brilliant little girl, while you’re just a bigoted b****.”

(The cashier opens her mouth, but the woman cuts her off.)

Woman: “Furthermore, the women she’s buying the card for probably do more good in the world than you ever have or will. But don’t worry, it doesn’t stop there, you cranky old woman. I will be coming back and reporting you to your manager because you don’t deserve to be seen in public.”

(She picks the girl up, and shows the cashier an engagement ring.)

Woman: “And, just to push your buttons even more, I’m engaged to a trans man, and he is better than you could ever hope to meet or get.” *waltzes out*