Original Story Link | Washington State, USA | Unfiltered

I’m in the wine aisle, looking for a red cooking wine. I see an array of multicolored wine cartons, but don’t know anything about wine and can’t tell based on the names which are red. I grab one of the cartons and flag down a nearby employee.

Me: Excuse me, do you know if this is red?

Employee: (looks at me strangely) No, that’s purple. (points to a red-colored carton) That one’s red.

Me: Oh, oops. I meant, the wine itself. Inside.

Employee: I don’t know, sorry. *walks off*

Original Story Link | Cincinnati, OH | Unfiltered

(My company does billing work for various doctor offices. This includes sending out claims and posting payments. A lot of claims come back denied for whatever reason, and we deal with correcting those as well. When we get new people, someone goes through their work before updating their batches to make sure things don’t leave with an error, since they are new. I only post payments, but if something looks strange on a denial, I’ll ask someone who does claims. I just happen to see something strange with a denial.).

Me: Hey, do you know any reason that an office visit would be billed out at $27,500?

(While our billing prices are higher than what’s normally paid, if you bill out an excessive price like that, it will pretty much always deny, requesting info as to why it was billed out so high. Normally, office visits are billed out under $150 depending on how long the visit was, and insurance pays about $40-100.)

Co-worker #1: Did you check the claim?

Me: I tried, but I see nothing on here to indicate it, maybe you can look since you know these things better?

(He comes over and looks. He sees no reason it was billed that way. I checked to see who posted the claim, and noticed it was a trainee. Even if it wasn’t, it’s something I have to show my supervisor. I go to her office.)

Supervisor: What’s up?

Me: I wasn’t sure how to explain this in an email, but can you look up (claim number) under (doctor’s database)?

Supervisor *does so* What the hell are they billing out for that price!?

Me: It’s an office visit. The batch is one from (trainee).

Supervisor: *looks at details* This is partially my fault. I should’ve known better than to let (co-worker #2, who makes several errors himself) check it.

(Turns out that the office visit was so high because the trainee put 211.9 units of office visits in! There was absolutely no reason that shouldn’t have been caught before sending. I’m sure that coworker that checked the work got an earful that night! Just glad that it wasn’t a self-pay visit that went out…)

Original Story Link | Europe | Unfiltered

(It is time for the yearly inspection of our overhead crane. I call the guy who has done the last 8 inspections…)

Inspector: “Hello?”

Me: “Hello, I’m from [Company]. I’d like to book a date for the yearly inspection of our overhead crane.”

Inspector: “Just a sec. What did you say? [Different company name] right?”

Me: “No, [Company]. You use to inspect our crane. Concrete hangar with blue trimmings, 20-ton [Brand] overhead crane, rings any bell?”

Inspector: “Oh, now I get it. But I haven’t been at your place in years.”

Me: “That’s odd. I have the crane log in front of me, and last year’s inspection carries your signature.”

Inspector: “Oh. Then it must have been me. Wait, [company], you said? Now I get it. You’re the ones down the road from the crossing. You have an overhead crane in there, right?”

Original Story Link | IN, USA | Unfiltered

I went through the drive through at [fast food restaurant] with my three children. It was a few minutes after 11 o’clock and the lunch menu was visible, so I ordered lunch.

Me: “I’d like the number 2, no pickles and …”

Fast Food Lady: “I’m sorry. We’re serving from our breakfast menu right now.”

M: “But it’s 11 o’clock?”

FFL: “That’s right, we start at 11 o’clock.”

M: “But it’s 11 o’clock right now!”

FFL: “We’re still serving breakfast. We will not serve lunch until 11 o’clock.”

(Note, by this point it’s almost 11:05.)

M: “It’s after 11 o’clock already.”

FFL: “Let me go check.”

(3 minutes later, there is now a long line behind me.)

M: “Hello?”

FFL: “Yes, can I take your order?”

M: “Breakfast or lunch?”

FFL: “Breakfast, we don’t serve lunch until 11.”

I gave up and ordered breakfast, which was served to me at 11:10. Thankfully, the kids were happy with pancakes.

Original Story Link | Idaho, USA | Unfiltered

(One of my job duties is to box up books for the bi-annual book sale. I’m running out of boxes, so I try to get more books to fit in one box by lightly punching them down to compact them. While I’m doing this, a co-worker is checking in books not ten feet away from me.)

Me: *punches* Yes, I’m punching the vampire novels.

Co-worker: *doesn’t even flinch* That’s cool.