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    Has To Spoon-Feed Them Instructions

    | MA, USA | Coworkers, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I’m working at the ice cream window at my restaurant, where people can order cones and sundaes to go. I go back to the supply room to grab another box of plastic spoons, and realize there’s only one box there. Note that the boxes only hold about 50 spoons, and it’s a busy night in the summer, so it won’t take long to run out.)

    Me: *to manager* “We’re almost out of spoons. This box is the only one left.”

    Manager: “[Coworker], can you go to [Nearby Grocery Store] and pick up some more?”

    (The coworker agrees and goes to get her keys, stopping to talk to several coworkers on the way out. The grocery store is 5 minutes away, but she’s gone for at least half an hour, and we’re running out of spoons quickly. She finally comes back with a tray of coffees.)

    Manager: “What the h***? What took you so long?”

    Coworker: “I had to get coffee for everyone, and it took so long!”

    (After all that, she only came back with three boxes of spoons.)

    Should Be As Easy As Pie To Explain

    | GA, USA | Bosses & Owners, Employees, Food & Drink, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (My mom and I are eating dinner at a country style restaurant that features homemade desserts. I’m in my mid-twenties. We have been getting along great with our waitress all evening.)

    Waitress: “So, any dessert tonight?”

    Mom: “I’d like a piece of strawberry pie to go, please.”

    Waitress: “Sure! And you?”

    Me: “None for me; thanks.”

    Waitress: “Are you sure? We have chocolate and lemon meringue tonight, too.”

    Me: “No, thank you.”

    Waitress: *winking at me* “Tell ya what? I’m going to box you up a piece of the strawberry, too, on the house for being such great customers.”

    Me: “Wait, I’m a diabetic. That’s why I don’t want dessert. But thank you for the offer. That’s really nice.”

    Waitress: “You’re a diabetic?”

    Me: “Yes.”

    Waitress: *to my mom* “Is she really a diabetic?”

    Mom: “Yes. So that’s just one piece of strawberry pie to go and then the check please. We better get going.”

    Waitress: “You can’t be a diabetic. You’re skinny!”

    Me: “… Well, I am. I was diagnosed five years ago.”

    Waitress: “Were you fat before you were a diabetic?”

    (I am visibly uncomfortable. I don’t mind discussing my health, but I prefer not to with total strangers. My mom notices and squeezes my hand under the table.)

    Mom: *very calmly* “We’ll have the check now please.”

    Waitress: *to my mom* “Does she just have an eating disorder?”

    Mom: “No, and to be honest, we prefer not to discuss this any longer. I just want the check.”

    Waitress: “Are you mad? I was only asking. No need to get mad.”

    (She leaves to get the check and the manager comes over.)

    Manager: “How was everything, ladies?”

    Mom: “Our food was great, and I hate to say this because our waitress was great all evening, but you may need to talk to her about appropriate conversations with customers. My daughter has a medical condition and our waitress pushed a little too hard and asked some personal questions.”

    Manager: “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. I’ve never gotten any complaints about her before but I will talk to her.”

    (He reassures us that it will never happen again. We pay the check and get up to leave when the manager comes back with two to-go boxes.)

    Manager: “Ladies, I’m sorry you had a bad experience, so I wanted you each to have a piece of chocolate pie on the house.”

    Mom: *heavy sigh* “Thank you. My daughter can’t have dessert but we’ll take the other piece to her father.”

    (The manager is flustered and tries to offer us something different but we just want to go. As we are walking to the door the waitress walks by.)

    Waitress: “That’s chocolate pie! I knew you weren’t a diabetic!”

    To Be Frank, He’s A Moron

    | USA | Coworkers, Extra Stupid, History, Musical Mayhem

    (I’m working at my desk when a teenage boy asks for help at the audio CD section.)

    Boy: *pulling out the CD of Aretha Franklin’s greatest hits* “Is this the young Jewish girl who died during World War Two?”

    Me: “You mean this middle-aged black lady?”

    Boy: “Yeah.”

    Slow But Unsure

    | Westbrook, ME, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (My friend is having a bad day. She goes down to the cafeteria to grab a ‘grab-and-go’ sandwich, but there are none. She goes over to the woman at the sandwich counter.)

    Friend: “I can’t find any of the grab-and-go sandwiches.”

    Employee: *cheerfully* “Oh! I didn’t make any because it was slow.”

    Friend: “I wish I didn’t have to do my job when it’s slow.”

    Ramping Up Your Demands

    | Ann Arbor, MI, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I had been in a very bad accident. Both my legs are broken and I am using a wheelchair for months. Because of this, we have to have a wheelchair ramp installed on our house temporarily. We have ordered pizza for delivery. The delivery driver rings the doorbell and my husband answers.)

    Driver: *to my husband, although he can see me clearly in the wheelchair in the room behind him* “Hey! I don’t like that ramp you had installed! It’s too hard to walk up it!”

    Me: “At least you can walk!”

    (The driver immediately shuts up and leaves.)

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