Category: Musical Mayhem

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Pre-Order Disorder

| Maple, ON, Canada | Employees, Ignoring & Inattentive, Musical Mayhem

(I go into a CD store to preorder an album, something I’ve done at this and other locations several times.)

Cashier: *finishing process* “Okay, we’ll have your copy waiting for you on the release date. You can come in and pick it up that day and we’ll call you to confirm that it’s in.”

(Fast forward to the release day. Six pm rolls around and still no call. Thinking I’ve been missed on the call list, I decide to stop in.)

Me: “Hi, I have a preorder for [Album] under [My Name].”

Cashier: *checking preorders* “I can’t find it. Did we call you?”

Me: “Honestly, no. But I figured you may have gotten busy and didn’t get a chance. It’s not a problem, though.”

Cashier: “If we didn’t call then it isn’t in yet.”

Me: “Okay, well, I was told it would be in today. Do you have a sense of when it might be in?”

Cashier: *doesn’t make an effort to find out* “No, we’ll just call you when it comes in.”

(I wasn’t angry or upset when I came in, but after that I am a little ticked. I decide to look around, if only to mellow out a little. I happen across a display with at least 12 copies of the CD I am there to pick up.)

Me: *sets CD on the counter* “Hi. You had said these weren’t in yet.”

Cashier: “They’re not. We’ll call you when they come in”

Me: “So that display over there isn’t for sale yet?”

Cashier: “I don’t know, but if we haven’t called you then it isn’t in.”

Me: “Well, then, just ring me up for this copy and cancel my preorder.”

Cashier: “I don’t know if I can even do that but I can try.”

(Lo and behold, everything went smoothly. I got the call five days later that my preorder had come in.)

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It Don’t Matter If You’re Black Or White

| Australia | Coworkers, Funny Names, Musical Mayhem, Technology

(My coworker is using the printer, which is notorious for breaking.)

Me: “I like to call the printer Bob Marley, because it’s always jammin’.”

Coworker: “Well, right now it needs toner, so I guess that makes it Michael Jackson.”

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CB Phone Home

, | USA | Bizarre/Silly, Coworkers, Musical Mayhem

(I work in the kennels at a vet. When the office is open, there’s a strict “no phones” policy, but on the weekends when there aren’t any clients it’s not uncommon for most of us to do our work with music streaming, or have apps quietly logging how many laps we do of the yard.  Earlier in the shift this particular coworker had been listening to a podcast I like.)

Coworker: *to me* “Have you seen my phone? I set it down somewhere and now I can’t find it.”

Me: “Just follow the dulcet tones of Cecil Baldwin.”

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Time To Face The Music And Get Educated

| VA, USA | Employees, Musical Mayhem, School

(I am getting my hair cut, and the conversation turns toward my school work. I am a musician.)

Me: “Since I want to get my doctorate, I will be in school for nine or ten years once it’s all done.”

Hairdresser: “Wow, I didn’t know musicians had to be smart!”

(There was no more conversation.)

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Singing For Your Supper

| MO, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre/Silly, Employees, Musical Mayhem

(My mom, brother, and I are babysitting my elementary school-age cousins. We take them out to eat at a pizza place where they can also play games. Afterwards, we stop at the supermarket for some much needed groceries. At the checkout, the cashier, a woman in her sixties, is watching my brother intensely as he is singing to my cousins to entertain them. Right after my mother pays, the cashier is about to hand the receipt to my mom when she suddenly pulls it out of my mom’s reach.)

Cashier: “Young man, it’s been a long day. Can you sing me a love song? I won’t give you your receipt until you do.”

(My brother turns bright red.)

Mom: “Please do it. I need the receipt.”

(My brother sings the beginning to ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ by Bonnie Tyler. He stops after singing the chorus. By this time his face is beet red and he isn’t putting much effort into singing the song because he’s embarrassed.)

Cashier: “Stop. You’re not singing with enough emotion.” *reluctantly hands over the receipt to my mom* “Have a nice day.”

(We left the store and on the car ride home, the kids couldn’t stop singing the song. They told their parents to let us babysit them more often.)

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