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    Their Service Is Going Down (Under)

    | Flagstaff, AZ, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (My father, brother and I are on a trip across the states, doing our best to try as many burgers and local beers as we can. We go to a restaurant for some dinner and some beers. We are all 21 or above.)

    Server: “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?”

    Dad: “Sure, we’ll get three [Craft Beer].”

    Server: “Okay! Can I just see some ID from you two first?” *looking at me and my brother*

    Both Of Us: “Sure.” *hands him our Australian ID which we have been using everywhere without fail thus far*

    Server: “Oooohhh, since this is a college town, we only accept American identification.”

    Dad: “But… we aren’t American.”

    Server: “Yeah… do you have any other ID?”

    Dad: “Well, our hotel is just across the parking lot. We could just go get our passports.”

    Server: “Are they American passports?”

    All Of Us: “No…”

    Server: “Yeaaahh… then I can’t use that either.”

    Dad: “So, let me get this straight. We can enter the country and get through Homeland Security with these passports… but we can’t buy a bloody beer in Flagstaff? Is that right?”

    Server: *with a large grin across his face* “Yep!”

    Dad: “Do you realise how stupid that is?”

    Server: “I don’t think so. We get a lot of fake IDs in a college town.”

    Dad: “Has anyone ever come in here with an Australian license, paired with an accent?”

    Server: “No…”

    (Needless to say, we had all the free refills of Dr. Pepper to wash down the most disgusting chicken wings we have ever tasted. The server later approached us as we were leaving.)

    Server: “Hey guys, I’m really sorry about the whole ID thing. If you’re in town at five pm tomorrow I’d be happy to buy you guys a beer.”

    Dad: “Thanks, [Server], I do appreciate that. But how will we all get a beer if we don’t have American IDs?”

    Server: “Good point.” *looks at shoes*

    (The next night we went to a brewery/grill on the other side of town, and got served beers all night.)

    A Little Tip From Up North

    | Philadelphia, PA, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (My dad and I have traveled to Philly from Canada to see one of our favourite bands in concert. I am about 23. We go up to the bar.)

    Me: “Two beers, please.”

    Bartender: “You got any ID on you?”

    (I hand her my Canadian ID.)

    Bartender: *in a snarky tone* “Oh, you’re Canadian?” *scoffs*

    Me: “Yup, and in Canada we only tip bartenders who aren’t b****es.”

    File This One Under Stupid

    | Singapore | Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Technology

    (My boss is not very tech savvy; I am the best at IT and related things in the office so he often asks me for help. I have tried many times to explain everyday computer terminology to him to no avail.)

    Boss: “[My Name], could you come over here?”

    Me: *walks over* “Yes?”

    Boss: “I just did something and now all these files have ended up in the wrong folder! Can you help me move them back here so I can rename them properly?” *waves mouse over an area of the desktop, which is already almost filled with file and folder icons*

    (I look; there are over 20 files in a “New Folder”. Note that my boss’s concept of moving files is to do them one by one; no matter how many times I’ve tried to teach him how to select multiple files and drag them to move them, he never seems to learn.)

    Boss: “They were here just now and now can you move them back.” *again gesturing vaguely at the desktop with his mouse*

    Me: “So just to be sure, you want me to move your files onto the desktop, where they will end up here?” *gesturing outside of the screen, which is the only way I’ve found that he understands that the file icons can’t be seen anymore because they are too many and can’t be all displayed on the desktop*

    Boss: “Yeah.”

    Me: “You sure?”

    Boss: “Just do it!”

    Me: Okay.” *clicks and drags all the files to the desktop, where, predictably, half the file icons can no longer be seen*

    Boss: “What did you do? I told you to move them to a separate folder so I can rename them all together!”

    Me: *sighs internally*

    Plainly Rude

    , | Brighton, England, UK | Employees, Food & Drink, Money

    (My mother gave me just enough money to get an ice-cream from the beach kiosk. Plain cones and cups were £1.50, waffle cones were £2.10.)

    Me: “Can I have one scoop of mint-chocolate chip in a plain cone please.”

    Sales Girl: *placing a filled waffle cone on top of the counter* “That’s £2.10.”

    Me: “Um, no, I asked for a plain cone.”

    Sales Girl: “We’ve run out of plain cones. We’ve only got waffle left. That’s £2.10.”

    Me: “You didn’t tell me that. I’ve only got £1.50.”

    Sales Girl: *shouting* “Well, I’m not going to waste this cone! Come on, £2.10, now!”

    Me: *near tears* “I haven’t got it!”

    (The girl scraped the ice cream out of the cone into a paper cup, then hurled the waffle cone into the bin.)

    Sales Girl: *grabbing my money* “Take that, and don’t ever come here trying to cheat me again! You kids, trying to get a free waffle cone! Push off!”

    This Is Not The Android You Are Looking For

    | Hong Kong, China | Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Technology

    (I work for a company that manufacturers Android devices. The CEO doesn’t know much about his market.)

    CEO: “I want to preinstall this software on our Android devices.”

    (I check out the software only to find out it is outdated.)

    Me: “The software runs on DOS and requires floppy disks to be installed. It also hasn’t been updated for 15 years.”

    CEO: “So? Can we have it on our Android devices?”

    Me: “No, I’m afraid our devices don’t have a floppy disk reader or DOS…”

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