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    Receiving A Rum-Punch

    | Scotland, UK | At The Checkout, Employees, Food & Drink

    (I’m at the supermarket about three minutes from my flat, doing a weekly shop, and grab a bottle of rum for a party I’m going to that night.)

    Cashier: “ID, please?”

    (I go to get it out my wallet, but it’s not there. After a brief moment of panic, I remember I took it out earlier while applying for a new job, and I’d left it with some paperwork in my bag at home.)

    Me: “Crap, sorry, I left it in my bag—”

    Cashier: *interrupting* “Then I can’t sell this to you.”

    Me: “That’s all right. I’ll come back later.” *smiles*

    (She gives me a funny look and I finish up, pay, and go home. About 15 minutes, later my flat-mate and I stop in at the same shop to get booze on our way to our friends’ party. I grab a bottle of the same rum and we go up to the checkout, with the same cashier from earlier.)

    Cashier: “You were here earlier!”

    Me: “Aye—”

    Cashier: “Hope you’d get a different person on the til!?”

    Me: “What? I—”

    Cashier: “—and HE can’t buy it for you!” *gestures at my flat-mate, who’s looking quite amused*

    Me: “He doesn’t need to—”

    Cashier: “You can’t buy alcohol without an ID proving you’re over 18!”

    (I’m normally a very patient person, but she’s interrupted me so much at this point, I lose my patience.)

    Me: “Which is in my hand! I told you earlier I’d come back with my ID, which I have! As you can see I’m 21, so will you please just sell me my rum?!”

    (She looks at the ID I’d been trying to give her for the entire interaction.)

    Cashier: “Wait, you’re- you’re not under-aged! Most people who’ve ‘forgotten’ their ID are kids chancing it!”

    Me: “Some, yes; not all. Now can I please buy the rum?”

    (She finished the transaction looking a bit embarrassed, with my flat-mate giggling through his own purchase – ID and all.)

    Adopting A Sense Of Humor

    | OR, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Coworkers, Family & Kids

    (A friend and I work in the meat department and are always joking or mock-insulting each other. She started saying ‘Your Mom called; she said you’re adopted’ to me when the subject came up one day and she found out I was, in fact, adopted. This has caused no end of amusement to my manager, and when he found out I was adopted, he took me aside to make sure I wasn’t offended. I am not. I love my family and they are the only one I know. This happens during one of our shifts.)

    Coworker: “Can you get the tags for my case? I don’t have time.”

    Me: “I’ll get there when I get there. I have my own work to do, thanks.”

    Coworker: “Ugh! Your Mom called, by the way; she says you’re adopted!”

    (At this point I usually just laugh and the joke ends. This time I turn around and put my hands on my hips and say this while my manager watches.)

    Me: “Well, you know what? At least I was picked and not an accident! Someone wanted me!”

    (My coworker and I started  laughing while my manager shook his head, trying not to.)

    Totally Over The Leftovers

    | FL, USA | Bosses & Owners, Food & Drink, Rude & Risque

    (I work in the deli section of my store. At 8 pm, we remove all the unsold food from our hot case and wing bar to throw it out. We have dumped all that food into a cardboard box which is sitting on a cart behind the counter but haven’t thrown it out yet. Ten minutes later, I see two cashiers from the front end picking through the old wings at the top of the pile of old food and putting them in to-go boxes.)

    Me: “You don’t want those.”

    Cashier #1: “Yeah, we do.”

    Cashier #2: “They look like they’re still good to me.”

    Me: “That’s gross. They’re all hard and crusty and old.”

    Cashier #1: “That’s what she said!”

    Me: *shuddering* “God, I hope she didn’t say that!”

    Under New But Same Management

    | UK | Bosses & Owners, Coworkers, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (In the supermarket in which I work each department has it’s own office. I am only 19 but have recently been promoted to become the manager of my department, and I am also today’s duty manager. About half an hour before we open in the morning I have already completed my departments opening tasks and I am sat with the checkout supervisor at her desk with my feet up. Each department wears different colour name badges.)

    Checkout Supervisor: “Hey, [Home and Leisure supervisor] looks angry.”

    (She storms over to us.)

    H&L Supervisor: “You guys are so f****** lazy. You never do any work and take all the credit for everything.”

    Me: “Excuse me, but I’ve already–”

    H&L Supervisor: *interrupts* “No. Don’t give me your stupid f***ing excuses. Go and do your godd*** job. I’ll be talking to your manager when she’s in.” *storms off again*

    (A few hours later, the store is open and I am catching up on some paperwork in my office while the supervisor under me keeps an eye on things. The H&L Supervisor from earlier bursts in unannounced.)

    Me: “Hello, you’ve come to complain about one of my employees, I presume?”

    H&L Supervisor: *you can see her face fall* “Umm…” *walks out*

    Swinging Through Repeated History

    | Prestonpans, Scotland, UK | Family & Kids

    (I notice a little girl, about four to five years old swinging on a trolley.)

    Me: *to her mother* “You should be careful. We’ve got CCTV footage from a few months ago of a girl pulling a trolley over on herself doing that.”

    Mother: “Was that in the biscuit aisle?”

    Me: “Yes.”

    Mother: “Yeah, that was her.”

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