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    A Discount Is On The Cards

    | Norway | Employees, Health & Body, Movies & TV

    (My friend has spent over a year battling cancer, and due to the effects of almost a year in bed and a severe reaction to chemotherapy, she has to learn to walk again. On one of her trips home, we decide to go see a movie. She’s in a wheelchair, and I’m pushing.)

    Friend: “Hello! We’d like two tickets to [Movie], please.”

    Cashier: “Of course! With the discount, that’ll be [price].”

    Me: “We get a discount? Awesome!” *I grin at my friend*

    Cashier: *to me* “Yes, but I need your card first.”

    Me: “Card? What card?”

    Friend: “We don’t have whatever card you’re talking about.”

    Cashier: “But you should bring your card for trips like this. It gets the companion a discount on their ticket.”

    (Suddenly, I understand what’s going on. She’s referring to a carer’s card.)

    Me: “Ah… I’m afraid you’re mistaken. I’m just here as a friend. We don’t have a card.”

    (I quickly explain what the cashier is talking about to my friend.)

    Cashier: “You can’t get the discount without the card.”

    Friend: “I don’t have one. Can we just buy the tickets, please?”

    Cashier: “Unless you can show me the card, I can’t give you the discount.”

    Me: “No, I’m not here to accompany her. I’m really her friend. We’re going together.”

    Friend: “Exactly what she says! I don’t have a card because I’m not disabled!”

    Cashier: “You really do need to show me the card for this.”

    (At this point, my friend is getting genuinely upset, and I’m not happy, either.)

    Me: “Listen to me. I am her friend. She’s been ill, but this is not permanent. She’s getting out of the chair again, and she does not have a card.”

    (You can see the cashier suddenly understand.)

    Cashier: “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to upset you!”

    Friend: “It’s okay. I’d just like our tickets.”

    Cashier: “Of course! I’ll get you a different discount as an apology. Feel free to sit anywhere in the theatre. There’s hardly any people.”

    Me: “Thank you. That’s very kind.”

    (We get our tickets, and because there’s still 30 minutes until the movie starts, we decide to head to a store down the street for snacks. Once we’re outside…)

    Friend: “Hey, did you see what kind of discount we got?” *shows me her ticket* “Look, apparently we’re retired!”

    (We had a good laugh about it, and enjoyed the movie as two ‘retirees’ in our early 20s!)

    The Number One Student

    | Tucson, AZ, USA | Coworkers, Movies & TV

    (I work for one of the local police departments. I’m also in training at the time. The trainers mark us on a scale of one to four, four being the highest. The graveyard shift has been slow all night. ‘Law and Order: SVU’ is playing on one of the televisions. Several coworkers are watching the episode, which I have already seen.)

    Me: “Hey, [Coworker], wanna know how it ends?”

    Coworker: “What? No! Don’t do that.”

    Me: “All right. All right.”

    (A few minutes pass.)

    Me: “Hey, [Coworker].”

    Coworker: “What?”

    Me: “Somebody gets caught.”

    Coworker: *to my trainer* “Give her all ones tonight!”

    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.”

    Flowering In Adversity

    | MN, USA | Coworkers, Movies & TV, Theme Of The Month

    (I work in a kid’s play area at a retail store where parents can potentially drop their kids off to play for an hour while shopping. The kids mostly want to play in the ball pit, but we also have a movie area. I have a specific coworker that nobody likes working with because she believes she’s always right and acts like she’s in charge of everyone else when she isn’t. One problem I have with her is that she only plays the same two movies when she’s working and won’t let anyone else pick a movie. On this day, it’s insanely busy and two coworkers are watching the kids while my problem coworker checks kids in and I check them out. The movie ends, so I go to put ‘Mulan’ in. She rushes over, getting in my personal space. Keep in mind that my customer waiting to pick their kids up is about two feet away from me at most.)

    Coworker: “No, don’t put that one in.”

    (Something in me snaps and I decide to stop letting her boss me around.)

    Me: “I would like to put this movie in, [Coworker].”

    Coworker: “The kids don’t like that one.”

    Me: “The kids of all ages and genders love Mulan!”

    Coworker: “No, they don’t. I know you want to put it in because YOU like it, not the kids.”

    Me: *looking her dead in the eyes* “[Coworker], do we really need to do this?”

    (She got this look on her face and stormed off, leaving me alone with a crazy amount of customers waiting to check kids in and out. She got on the work phone and I ignored her, putting Mulan in and helping my next check out. Just as I’m starting to wonder where she is and why she isn’t doing check-ins again, five minutes later, she just walks out the door, leaving me to handle all the customers alone while my other two coworkers have to watch the kids. I find out several minutes later when I call the manager’s phone that she left two hours early ‘feeling sick.’ She literally left work two hours early because I wanted to put ‘Mulan’ in and she didn’t.)

    Should Be As Plain As (Seven) Day

    | Canada | Employees, Money, Movies & TV, Technology

    (I rented two seven-day films five and six days prior respectively, when I get a call saying I have a late film. I figure I miscalculated the kids film I rented. I go in to return them and pay the fee.)

    Cashier: “That’s $10 for [Film Title] being five days late.”

    Me: “$10? For [Film Title]? That’s a seven-day film!”"

    Cashier: “It’s going to be just as expensive for those films, you know!”

    (The cashier has gotten quite aggressive. I get the film and show the seven-day tag and tell her to check the day it was checked out.)

    Cashier: “You took it out on Monday. You’re late by five days!”

    Me: “It’s only been five days. It’s a seven-day film. There is no late fee.”

    (The cashier gets really angry and refuses to make eye contact as she angrily hits the keyboard to delete the fee.)

    Cashier: “There. The fee is taken off. You’re welcome.”


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