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    A Very Revealing Name

    | San Francisco, CA, USA | Bigotry, Employees, Transportation

    (My first name is a bit unusual and more commonly a last name. While we are talking to the agent it comes out that the other passenger’s last name is the same as my first name. We comment on the coincidence and then had no further interaction. I am male, in my 30s at the time, and dressed very casually. She is at least 20 years older, dressed extremely elegantly and is sitting several seats away. We are also different races. In short, there is nothing to indicate we are connected in any way. When the shuttle driver shows up he has a paper with our names on it. He announces himself and leads us out to the van. From the time he appears he acts distant and cold, almost hostile. It doesn’t make sense until we are seated and he gets on the radio to request our luggage.)

    Driver: “I need the luggage for [My First Name].”

    (I waited a moment.)

    Me: “You need to get my luggage on, too.”

    Driver: “Wait, you aren’t together?”

    Me: “If you look, you’ll see that’s her last name and my first.”

    (He was embarrassed, but made the additional request. Although he said nothing after that I believe his attitude was based on a bigoted reaction to thinking we were a mixed race couple after being too lazy to read his information properly.)

    Your Boss Is A Driving Force

    | Cleveland, OH, USA | Bosses & Owners, Transportation

    (I am in the delivery van with my boss, who is a very bad driver. My boss misses the exit on the highway, STOPS the van in the middle of the road and BACKS UP several hundred feet to get back to the exit, to the sound of the cars around us honking and flipping him off.)

    Me: “What the h*** are you doing?!”

    Boss: “Getting to the exit. Why? What’s the problem?”

    Me: “You’re going to get us killed!”

    Boss: “What would you have done?”

    Me: “Gotten off at the next exit.”

    Boss: “That’s too many steps!”

    Giving Girls The Cold Hard Shoulder

    | Newport Beach, CA, USA | Bigotry, Employees, Transportation

    (I’ve bought a used car and it runs out of gas a bit before the gauge is near empty. I run out of gas on the freeway and pull over the shoulder. I call my boyfriend to bring me fuel but as he shows up, so does the county-run tow truck designed to keep the freeways clear.)

    Boyfriend: “Did you call a tow truck, too?”

    Me: “No, he just showed up.” *turning to the driver* “Sorry, I think we’re okay actually.”

    Driver: *ignoring me, talking to my boyfriend* “Don’t worry. I’ll just add some gas to her tank. No charge.”

    Boyfriend: “Well, I already brought gas so we may as well use it.”

    Driver: “The females often forget to check if there car has enough gas.”

    Boyfriend: “Uh…”

    Me: “It’s not my fault. The car gauge showed that it still had gas.”

    Driver: “The females always forget to pull their cars to the shoulder, so we have to drive around to keep the roads clear during rush hour.”

    Boyfriend: “Uh…”

    Me: *annoyed* “But I did pull to the shoulder!”

    Boyfriend: “Uh…”

    Me: “Jeez, can I get some backup?!”

    Needs More Train-ing

    | UK | Employees, Extra Stupid, Transportation

    (My mother is booking a train ticket over the phone.)

    Mum: “What’s the earliest train time?”

    Employee: “Well, the earliest is at 05:30. It gets you there at 10:30. They then run every hour after that.”

    Mum: “I only need to be there by midday. 06:30 should be fine.”

    Employee: “Okay, I’ll just key that in.” *types* “Right, your ticket is booked for 17:30.” *suddenly realizes* “Oh, hang on. I’ll correct that.” *more typing* “Okay, your ticket is booked for 18:30.”

    Putting The Brakes On This Scam

    | Atlanta, GA, USA | Employees, Family & Kids, Liars/Scammers, Technology, Top, Transportation

    (My car is making a terrible grinding noise when I turn. I take it in to a national car repair chain to have it looked at. I am female and 19 at the time. My father is visiting from 600 miles away.)

    Me: “Hey there. My car is making this weird grinding, popping noise when I turn. I was hoping you guys could take a look at it?”

    Employee: “No problem! We’ll have it looked at shortly.”

    (Over two hours pass, the employee approaches me.)

    Employee: “We found the problem. Your brakes need to be replaced: pads, rotors, drums… We can get you in today and it will be [outrageous price].”

    Me: “Um… okay. But I’d like to hold off on that. I need to get my father’s permission before I authorize that charge. I’ll be back in tomorrow, though!”

    (The employee tries to argue how important it is to get my brakes replaced, to the point he prints out a recommended repairs list and hands it to me. Little did he know I’d had the brakes done less than four months prior at a different location. The next day, my father brings the car in to the same store. The same employee is there.)

    Father: “I need this car looked at. It’s making a terrible noise when I turn.”

    Employee: “Okay! We’ll have it looked at shortly. Have a seat while you wait.”

    (Less than an hour later:)

    Employee: “We can’t seem to pinpoint the exact cause of the noise, I am sorry to say. Everything looks good. It could just be something rolling around in the trunk.”

    Father: “Even the brakes?”

    Employee: “The brakes on the car are fine. They look like they were replaced recently.”

    Father: “Really, now?”

    Employee: “Yeah, they’re fine.”

    My Father: “Funny, because I have a work order from you, dated yesterday, that says they need to be replaced when my daughter brought the car in for this same issue.” *shows the work order*

    (The employee visibly sputters. There are at least six other customers in the store and my father spoke loud enough for them to hear.)

    Employee: “Uh— Oh! I remember her! Yeah, she just needed a new rotor on the car. I don’t know why the guy put down all that other stuff.”

    Father: “I’m sure. Now, you listen. My daughter is 19, and I live 600 miles away. I told her to come here because I have [Company credit card] and can pay for the repairs while she’s in school. She is going to call me every time there is an issue, and if it feels like you are trying to rip her off again, I will drive the 600 miles it takes to come down here and deal with the problem myself. Do we have an understanding?”

    (I didn’t have a problem at the location after that. The employee in question recognized me whenever I brought the car back in, and made sure to call my father to approve any repairs that were needed. Now that I’m out of college I occasionally go back for minor maintenance. He still recognizes me.)


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