Category: Transportation


Tiring Of This Scam

| FL, USA | Criminal/Illegal, Liars/Scammers, Transportation

(This happened to my friend, and she still regards it as one of the most satisfying moments of her life. She’s at a mechanic’s she’s been to before, getting a routine oil change.)

Mechanic: “I just don’t know if I feel right letting you drive out of here, ma’am. I have to be honest, these tires are the worst I’ve seen in a long time. That can happen when you go for price over quality.” *he rambles on for a long time about how clearly the wheels are already warping and distending, how the rubber is clearly already cracking and old, and so on and so forth* “…but we can get you a set of good tires today for [high price] installed.”

Friend: “Hmm. Well, I mean, can we schedule it for after you talk to my lawyer?”

Mechanic: “Pardon?”

Friend: “I mean, you sold me these tires yourself last week, soooo…”

(The mechanic went white as a sheet and started stammering about how he was mistaken, then said he was “just pulling her leg.” He comped the oil change and my friend immediately drove to another mechanic to have the tires inspected, just in case… They were brand new, in perfect shape. Guess if you’re going to con someone you should probably be more detail oriented.)


School/Work Balance

| San Jose, CA, USA | Employees, Transportation

(During my senior year of high school, I go with my dad one day to San Diego to check Prestigious College I was accepted at, during my spring break. It is five am and the security line has just opened. There’s roughly ten TSA agents actually working and about ten more just standing around doing nothing. I’m putting my shoes back on when two agents behind me, who have been discussing a club they went to over the weekend, notice me.)

TSA Agent: *condescendingly* “Aren’t you supposed to be in school?”

Me: “Aren’t you supposed to be working?”

(Everyone that heard me laughed and the agent sulked away embarrassed.)


She’ll Get It One Day, But Not The Next Day

| Los Angeles, CA, USA | Employees, Ignoring & Inattentive, Time, Transportation

(I need something from a company by Wednesday morning. I order it on Sunday, and since I know it will ship on Monday, I pay extra for one-day shipping. I get a confirmation email stating my item will arrive by Tuesday, eight pm. On Tuesday evening, I get an “update” showing that item will arrive on Wednesday evening, as it was only shipped out on Tuesday morning, from 500 miles away. I’ve just explained all this in a call to customer service.)

Employee: “We don’t ship on Sundays.”

Me: *still pleasant at this stage* “I know that, which is why when I ordered it on Sunday. I paid for one-day shipping, so I would get it by Tuesday.”

Employee: “I’m sorry, but it is arriving in one day.”

Me: *starting to get frustrated* “Well, yes, but not one day from when it was ordered, and not one day from when it was SUPPOSED to be shipped. Is there any way you can expedite another item for arrival by tomorrow morning?”

Employee: “I can remove the extra charge for one-day shipping, but the item IS arriving in one day.”

(We go round and round, with me pointing out I got the email from Company saying it would be there Tuesday, etc, and her just repeating that it is on time, as it is arriving one day after it was shipped.)

Me: “So, by your argument, if I selected one day shipping last week, but you don’t send it until Thursday two weeks from now, so long as it arrives on the next day, it’s still on time?” *bangs head on keyboard*

Employee: “…”

(In the end I never could get her to understand how this didn’t add up to “on time.”)


It’s All In The (Lack Of) Delivery, Part 2

| Israel | Food & Drink, Time, Transportation

(We order food from an Indian restaurant we like. We know they can sometimes take a while to deliver, so we call them as soon as they open at noon, expecting to eat our lunch around one pm. They tell us that as they just opened, it would take a while for the food, which we are fine with. At 12:45, they call:)

Restaurant: “Hi, your food is ready and we are sending it out now. It should be there in about 15 minutes.”

(At 1:15 pm, the delivery guy calls, asking where we are located. I explain to him as best I can, but he clearly has some difficulty with the language.)

Restaurant: *calling at 1:30 pm* “Hi, our delivery guy is in your area, but he can’t figure out where you are. Can you call him and explain?”

Me: “I already talked to him.”

Restaurant: “Yeah, he doesn’t speak Hebrew or English, really, so we can’t talk to him.”

Me: “…”

Delivery Guy: *1:40 pm* “Hi, I’m in [Place about five minute drive from our house]. My GPS is broken. Can you tell me how to get there?”

(I explain slowly and very carefully in short words. He says he will be right there. Thirty minutes later, the food still isn’t there. We call back and forth with the restaurant several times, who says that the guy still seems to be right where he said he was, but “doesn’t know how to get to you.” Finally the restaurant guy says:)

Restaurant: “I don’t know what to do.”

Me: “Either find someone to explain it to him, or cancel the order. It’s now been hours after we ordered.”

(Another 30 minutes pass. I get another call:)

Manager: “Hello, I’m the manager of the delivery company. I’m very sorry. It’s a new guy and he doesn’t speak any Hebrew or know the map of the city. Your food is surely gross and cold by now, so I can either refund your order or go pick up a fresh order for you and deliver it myself.”

(We were still hungry, so we opted for the fresh order, but we are still perplexed by a. why someone would be hired as a delivery guy when he doesn’t know the city or the language, at all and b. why they let the poor guy stand outside for over an hour instead of just having someone else redeliver our order sooner.)

It’s All In The (Lack Of) Delivery


The Morning Commute Is A Real Dive

| Belgium | Transportation

(I am driving on my moped to my summer job. It’s my first day so I want to be on time. I’m nearly there when I make a right turn on a cross road. All of a sudden a car slams into my side. My moped goes sideways while I am flung forward.)

Driver: “Oh, my God. Are you okay?”

Me: “I’m okay. Just some bruises. But my moped is broken. And I don’t want to be late for my first day on my summer job.”

Driver: “Listen, I will drive you to your work, and I’ll drop the moped off at the repair shop at my expense. Tell me where you work and when you’re done. I’ll come over with your repaired moped. Deal?”

Me: “Okay, I guess. I work at [Flower Plantation] and I’ll be done at five pm.”

(Worst part: two men who witnessed my accident turned out to be my supervisors. I was called McDiver all summer long.)

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