Ice From The North

| GA, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Geography

(I am from California, attending a conference in Georgia, and friends take me out for lunch…)

Me: *to waitress* “Is your ice tea fresh-brewed or instant?”

Waitress: “Oh, we make it fresh every morning!”

Me: “Great! I’d like an ice tea then, no sugar, no lemon.”

Waitress: *deer-in-the-headlights look on her face* “I’m sorry; they put in sugar and lemon when they make it. I’ve never had anybody ask for it without.”

Me: *laughing* “Yeah, we Northerners are weird. Okay, then, bring me a cup of hot tea and a glass of ice.”

Waitress: “Okay! That’ll work. And I’ll remember that for the next time I get a weird Northerner in here!”

Driving Around In Circles

| Chicago, IL, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Transportation

(I work for a company that receives goods for stores.)

Truck Driver: “I’m here to make a drop-off.”

Me: “Okay, what’s your pickup number?”

Truck Driver: “A what?”

Me: “Your PN?”

Truck Driver: “I don’t think I have one of those.”

Me: “Maybe you should go call your company.”

Truck Driver: “I don’t know it!”

Me: “You don’t know who you work for?”

Truck Driver: “…No.”

(Pause.)

Truck Driver: “Should I go check the truck?”

Folding Is Not In Her Jeans

| Smithfield, NC, USA | Coworkers, Lazy/Unhelpful

(I am on the same shift as a coworker who has recently been transferred to my department from another, due to customer complaints. We’ve been tasked with straightening the table of jeans for young girls and a relatively new supervisor is showing us how.)

Supervisor: “Has anyone taught either of you how we’re supposed to fold these?”

Me: “No, actually, despite being here a year, and [Coworker] has never needed to know.”

(She shows us how to fold them, which is almost exactly how I had been folding them, and leaves us to it. My [not very well-liked] coworker starts complaining about it while folding the jeans wrong, meaning I have to redo the jeans she’s folding.)

Coworker: “I don’t need her telling me how to fold jeans!”

Me: “Well, did you know that’s how we were supposed to fold them?”

Coworker: “No!”

Me: “Well, then I guess you needed to be taught how.”

Coworker: “This isn’t even my job! I was hired to work in shoes; this isn’t in my job description!”

Me: “Yeah, and you got moved to another department. And you signed a paper when you got hired agreeing that your job was whatever your managers tell you to do in relation to the store.”

Coworker: “Whatever! This isn’t what I was hired for!”

Me: “You were hired to work. Now, are you going to be able to do that without b****ing? Because if you’re just going to complain, I’d rather do this on my own.”

(She stormed off to stand by the registers rather than do any work. I reported her to the supervisor that told us to straighten the table, but nothing really happened. Three years after that and I had another job but she was still working there.)

Extra Extra Painful

| England, UK | Employees, Ignoring & Inattentive

(I am with a car salesmen.)

Salesman: *tapping away* “So, what do you do for a living?

Me: “Oh, I’m in sales.”

Salesman: “Oh, really?! So all this is pretty common to you?”

Me: *half joking* “Yeah, none of your tricks are going to work on me, I’m afraid.”

Salesman: *smiles* “Ok, so we have the monthly payment here.”

Me: “Great, so can you show me what it is without any options and extras.”

Salesman: “I… err… yes, okay.” *starts typing*

Salesman: “But you should really consider the scratch resistant paint.”

Me: “Okay, well, let’s look at the original figure and go from there.”

Salesman: “Should I add on the stain guard protection?! Yes, I will do that; it is only £3 a day!”

Me: “Err, no, thanks. Just the basic figure. We can talk add-ons from there.”

Salesman: “Well, I will put the dent warranty on and there you go!”

Me: *frustrated* “Fine, okay, I will take that away with me.”

Salesman: *as I’m rushing out of the door* “Hey, wait you forgot to take my card!”

(Needless to say, I didn’t return. Across town I found another dealership. After explaining the pain the first guy was, he didn’t push or try to trick me into any hidden extra charges and gave me a great deal. I agreed to the sale there and then.)

College Is Good For One Thing At Least

| NY, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Money

(A friend and I unexpectedly have to take the train back from Thanksgiving break. As we wait in line to pick up our tickets, I see several large signs saying you’re required to have government issued ID to take the train. I start to panic since I don’t have any one me.)

Me: *to cashier* “I’m sorry but I don’t have any government-issued ID on me. Is there any way I could still ride?”

Friend: *to me* “Do you have your college ID? Maybe that would work?”

Me: *to cashier* “I do have my college ID but that’s not government issued…”

Cashier: “Oh, that’s fine, honey! Colleges are like the government!”

(Happily handed us our tickets.)