(I am in an interview at a second-hand clothing store, and I have just moved home from college.)

Interviewer: “So your job at [business]… why did you leave that position?”

Me: “Well, I went to college.”

Interviewer: “That’s no reason to quit a job. Why couldn’t you work and attend school?”

Me: “As you can see on my resume, my college was in Sudbury.”

Interviewer: “So? ”

Me: “…It’s a five hour drive north of here.”

(I am a dairy farmer and have just finished work early so I can go to town to buy my new ute (pickup truck). Because of the rush, I am still a bit on the smelly side, but clean.)

Me: “Hey, just wanting to look at a test drive of the new truck over there… the 2×4 diesel.”

Salesman: “Sorry, we don’t serve your kind here.”

Me: “Excuse me? What do you mean, ‘your kind?’”

Salesman: “Idiots like you that are just out for a joyride in a new car. Why don’t you get a job so you can afford to actually buy one?!”

Me: “Well, if that is your attitude, I can take my business elsewhere…”

(At this point, I leave the dealership, and head to another dealership across town where I test drove a new truck. SOLD, with my new wheels, I returned to the first dealer.)

Me: “Big mistake on your part, sir. Looks like you missed a sale.”

Salesman: *jaw drops*

(The next day, I called up the owner of the first dealership and reported the salesman’s behaviour. Looks like this was a common occurrence, and the salesman was fired pretty quickly. Now, due to business increases, I buy from the first dealer, but I get a pretty little discount on all sales. Looks like rudeness does pay off in the end, just not for the rude person!)

(I am driving with a friend when her car begins to have trouble. We manage to get it to the shop, but it will be several days before her car can be repaired. Not wanting to be stranded in a small town for several days, we walk to a nearby car rental agency. Everything is going smoothly until…)

Employee: “I just need to see a valid driver’s license.”

My Friend: “Here you go.”

(As we are both from other states, my friend has just handed the rental agent her Maryland driver’s license.)

Employee: “I’m sorry. I can’t accept this. I need to see a Georgia driver’s license.”

My Friend:  ”Are you serious? I’m not from Georgia. I don’t have a Georgia driver’s license.”

Employee: “I’m sorry, but that’s corporate policy. I can’t rent you a car unless you have an in-state ID.”

My Friend: “But I’ve rented cars from you at other locations in the past, and I’ve used my out-of-state license, and it has never been an issue before. Are you seriously telling me that you can’t rent me a vehicle because I’m from another state?”

Employee: “Sorry, but unless you have a Georgia license, I cannot rent a car to you.”

(My friend and I finally give up and call another friend who happens to be living in a town about an hour away to come and pick us up, which she is happy to do. As we are waiting for our ride…)

Me: “I can’t believe that they wouldn’t rent you a car because you have an out-of-state license! Isn’t that what a car rental agency is for? Who do they usually rent cars to?”

Related:
Out Of State, Out Of Mind, Part 3
Out Of State, Out Of Mind, Part 2
Out Of State, Out Of Mind

(I enter the bus with my kitten in a carrier on the way to the vet.)

Me: “Excuse me, I’ve never been to the vet with this bus. Can you tell me which bus stop is nearest?”

Driver: “You need to go to the vet?”

Me: “Yes.”

Driver: “Okay…”

(After a while, I notice in passing that he missed the bus stop where I needed to get out.)

Me: “Excuse me, I think you missed my stop.”

Driver: “No, I didn’t.”

(I decide to trust him and a few minutes later, he stops the bus, nowhere near a bus stop.)

Driver: “This is your stop.”


Me: “Okay?”

(I’m a bit confused until the driver points to the other side of the road.)

Driver: “That’s the vet. Hope your cat is okay!”

(My motorcycle has blown an oil seal, but I live in an apartment that utterly forbids any vehicle maintenance. As a student that lives an hour from school, it’s important for me to get my bike repaired as soon as possible. I call the mechanic to find out if there’s any word on when it will be finished.)

Me: “Hey, I’m calling to check on the progress for [my bike].”

Mechanic: “Yeah, we had a bunch of cars come in today, so he’s been busy. He’ll try to look at it tomorrow.”

Me: “I dropped it off last week. How has he not even looked at it yet?”

Mechanic: “Like I said, we had a bunch of cars come in today to be worked on. He is busy.”

Me: “But you’ve had my bike for a week to fix something that should take a couple hours, tops.”

Mechanic: “Look, buddy: we have to work on the real cars first, and we’ll work on your toy when we get time. It’s winter time anyway; why are you in such a rush? You can’t even ride the thing until spring!”

Me: *stunned*