Your Tip Is Toast

| Bonn, Germany | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink

(This happened to my parents in the 80s. They are at a table in the half-empty dining room, waiting to be served breakfast. The waitress comes and puts their plates down with two slices of toast for each of them and some spreads. When my parents try to order more toast this happens.)

Mom: “Hello, could we have some more toast, please?”

Waitress: *curt* “No.”

Mom: “We are willing to pay if that costs extra.”

Waitress: “You shouldn’t eat so much toast. It makes you constipated.”

(My parents left and bought some pastries at a nearby bakery.)

Security Has A Lot Of Baggage About Baggage

| Devon, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Employees

(My husband and I, who are in our early 20s, are quickly going to our nearest supermarket for a few essentials, something we do fairly often as the supermarket is only a ten minute walk away so it’s quite convenient. Just as we’re about to walk in, a security guard appears at the door.)

Security Guard: “Sorry, you can’t come in.”

Me: *confused* “Sorry, why not?” *checks watch* “You’re not closing for another two hours.”

Security Guard: *points at my husband’s backpack* “He’s got a bag; you can’t come in with your own bag.”

Me: “I have a bag, too.” *I gesture to my handbag* “It’s how I carry my purse, so I can pay for the shopping I’m about to do. My husband carries his things in his bag, and we actually put a lot of our shopping in his bag, so we’re not using plastic carrier bags. It’s never been a problem here, or in other shops.”

Security Guard: “You can’t come in if you have a bag with you.”

(At this point I notice other shoppers inside with their own bags, and I can’t be bothered to continue with this security guard.)

Me: “You know what? That’s fine. I’d rather shop somewhere where I’m not pre-judged before I even set foot inside.”

(We shopped elsewhere from then on, and I never heard anything from anyone I knew about not being allowed into a shop with your own bag.)

That Diagnosis Doesn’t Have A Leg To Stand On

| Taiwan | Bad Behavior, Employees, Health & Body

(I have recurring pain that will come and go. I always carry a folding cane and medication with me. I’m outside the store when pain starts up and I grab a nearby wall to lean on and take a pill. After a little rest I get my cane and continue walking and go up the few steps of the store with difficulty.)

Cashier: “Are you okay?

Me: “Yeah. Just some pain. I can manage.”

Cashier: “Okay.”

(I’m much better in the middle of shopping so I put my cane away and continue walking like normal. I then go to that cashier, there’s no one else there.)

Cashier: “I thought you were a cripple!”

Me: “What? No, my leg is just painful sometimes.”

Cashier: “That makes no sense. You can either walk or can’t walk.”

Me: “Have you ever had any pain?”

Cashier: “Sure, but takes a while to recover not 15 minutes! And you walk completely fine now, not even a limp. Why did you fake pain earlier or at least greatly exaggerated it?”

Me: “…”

Cashier: “Why?”

(I silently show her my medicine bottle.)

Cashier: “That could be for anything or you’re just addicted.”

Me: “I don’t think you have any say in my medical diagnosis and treatment or mental well-being. Please just continue this transaction.”

Cashier: “Fine, but you need psychological help.”

Me: *sighs*

Extra Closed-Minded Management

| NJ, USA | Bosses & Owners

(It is about nine pm on Black Friday. Realizing I am going to need some things for the morning I take a spin around to the big chain supermarket a couple blocks from my house. When I get there, the lot is near-empty and both sets of entry doors are locked, but all the lights are on in the store. Considering the entire front wall is a row of windows, I clearly saw a couple dozen people meandering around still shopping, workers at the register, etc. A little confused, I get out my cell phone and call them up, knowing it’s answered by the Customer Service desk which I can see from the entryway.)

Customer Service: “Hello, thank you for calling [Store]. How may I help you?”

Me: “Yeah, I was wondering what time you were open till tonight?”

Customer Service: “We’ll be open for about another hour, sir.”

Me: “Really? Because I’m standing at your entrance and both sets of doors are locked.”

(The lady did a double-take to where I was standing, a big smile on as I waved at her. I hear her yelp over the phone before dropping it and trotting over to unlock the door, which sets me off laughing.)

Customer Service: “I’m so sorry about that, sir! I don’t know why they were locked!”

Me: “Don’t worry about it. It was probably just a—”

Manager: “[Customer Service]! What are you doing?!”

(We both spin around in shock to see an extremely pissed-off manager storming up.)

Customer Service: “Oh, I was just letting a guest in. Someone locked both sets of doors instead—”

Manager: “I know! I did!”

Me: “Wait, what? You completely locked up?”

Manager: “Of course! We’ve been open since two hours earlier than usual. I’m not staying open just to let a couple stragglers in!”

Me: “Were you specifically here since seven this morning?”

Manager: “Of course not.”

Me: “Then quit your b****in’ and let me go buy some eggs and milk for the morning.”

Manager: “You don’t know what kind of shape this store is in. We’ll be here another two hours just cleaning up!”

(I did eventually get all the way into the store. It was no worse than on any given “slightly busier than normal” day. Needless to say, the next day I called back, talked to the morning manager, and put in a complaint.)

Trying To Read It In Blackest Night

| Atlanta, GA, USA | Coworkers, Geeks Rule

(It’s St. Patrick’s Day.)

Coworker: “Hey, [My Name]. Why aren’t you wearing green?”

(I point to my shirt.)

Coworker: “That’s not green, it’s brown.”

Me: “It’s forest green.”

Coworker: “Oh. Sorry. You know I’m colorblind.”

Me: “It’s a Green Lantern shirt!”