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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.)

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

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.”

Sick Of Your Sick Attitude

| NJ, USA | Coworkers, Health & Body, Lazy/Unhelpful, Theme Of The Month

(I have been with this company for roughly three years. In that time I have called out a total of two times. One of my current coworkers, Coworker #2, has called out at least once every other week since I started this department, a month after he started his job there, and always tries to cheat his breaks and punches. I wake up feeling unwell one morning and, brushing it off as early morning blues, go in anyway. Ten minutes into my shift my coworker calls out claiming to not feel well. Knowing I still have to be at my second job, I’m trying to talk myself through the day now having to juggle my job and my now absent coworker’s. An hour and a half before I’m scheduled to leave, I suddenly get light headed.)

Me: *sitting down* “I need to stop for a moment… I’m going to take my break now.”

Coworker #1: *offering me a piece of chocolate* “Here, you don’t eat enough… Probably why you’re dizzy.”

Me: *feeling worse* “No, I don’t think I should eat anything.”

(Suddenly, I feel really sick and barely make it to the trash can to throw up. Coworker #1 rushes out to the other two working the floor, one who acts as a manager at times.)

Coworker #1: *walking back to me* “You work too hard, you know. That’s why you’re sick. Never taking breaks, working two jobs…”

(Most management here is notorious for giving employees a hard time for saying you don’t feel well or calling out, generally acting as if you’re all lazy kids trying to get out of work, but I’m promptly sent home, with several employees and two managers fussing over me to be certain I’m all right. Two days later I’m back at work, no longer sick but exhausted from it.)

Coworker #2: *upon hearing I was sent home early* “They sent you home?!”

Me: *blinking a few times, not sure why he’s so agitated* “Yeah, I was pretty bad the other day…”

Coworker #2: *scoffs* “Well, aren’t you lucky. They never even CARE when I come in sick.”

(He stomps off past the floor to the bathrooms for a bathroom break, even though he’s been there about 20 minutes.)

Coworker #3: *walking up to me* “Well, of course they don’t care when he comes in sick… That’s how he acts all the time. And he’s not YOU.”

Me: “You mean a self-inflicted workaholic?”

Coworker #3: “Yeah… that.”

It’s An Ill Bird That Fouls Its Own Nest

| England, UK | Bosses & Owners, Food & Drink, Lazy/Unhelpful

(I’m working alone with my manager one night about 10 minutes before we close. I hear the fryers react as though something’s been dropped in. It’s summer, so we have all the doors and windows open, but the kitchen has none so I am confused. I go to check, and find a bird seems to have fallen in.)

Me: “[Manager], are you free? Can you come here a second?”

Manager: *walking in* “What is it?”

Me: *I point out the bird* “We need to change the oil.”

Manager: “Seriously? It’s 10 minutes before close. We’ll be here an extra half hour if we do it now!”

Me: “It has to be done.”

(The manager huffs, then fishes the deep-fried bird out with a pair of tongs and throws it in the bin.)

Manager: “Sorted. You can clean it out tomorrow.”

Me: “I’m off until Thursday.” *it’s currently Monday*

Manager: *getting annoyed* “Do it Thursday, then!”

Me: “You want to leave the fryers for three days with oil that bird has been in?”

Manager: “The heat will kill off the germs. Don’t worry about it.”

(And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the story of how I quit my first job.)

Not Quite The Cream Cheese Of The Crop

| AL, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Lazy/Unhelpful

(My university has a little coffee shop which includes free cream cheese with a bagel purchase. I always use two cream cheese packs, but only see one today.)

Me: “Hi. Do you have any more cream cheese?”

Worker: “Depends. Are you going to buy a bagel?”

Me: “Depends. Do you have any more cream cheese?”


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