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    Puts The A** Into Harass

    | UK | Employees, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (My mother has taken my 91-year-old grandfather to the supermarket. He is very frail and has short term memory problems so cannot react quickly. He is standing near the car while Mum locks the doors when a supermarket employee pushes a row of supermarket trollies towards him at speed. Mum dives out and grabs the front trolley just before it hits Grandad.)

    Mum: *angrily* “Careful! You almost hit him.”

    Worker: “You can’t speak to me like that; that’s harassment!”

    Mum: “…and nearly knocking over a man in his 90’s isn’t?”

    On The Lower Fish Scales Of Intelligence

    | Bristol, England, UK | Coworkers, Extra Stupid, Pets & Animals

    (I am keeping an eye on the new guy on the meat and fish counter when I overhear this conversation:)

    Him: “So all the fish swim the same way, right?”

    Coworker: “What?”

    Him: “Well, they’d have to, right? Or the world’s oceans would spin.”

    (He wasn’t joking.)

    The Staff Have A Drinking Problem

    | Chicagoland, IL, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

    (I am shopping at a 24-hour supermarket one night after work. Half past midnight, I’m heading to the checkout. As I approach the sole open lane, the entrance is blocked by a market worker, opening a bottle of pop from the fridge between the lanes. He takes a swig and puts it back in the fridge, center of the top shelf, and moves aside to let me into the lane. The cashier laughs and tells him:)

    Cashier: “Don’t leave it there all day again. It’s yucky.”

    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.)

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