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Sit Down, Take A Break
DOCTOR/PHYSICIAN, HOSPITAL, MICHIGAN, USA | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 20, 2020
I’m about ten years old and have just fractured my arm in two places. The breaks are minor enough that they don’t hurt, so I am much calmer than my parents, who have brought me to the emergency room. My mother brings me in to see an ER doctor while my father parks the car. The doctor is about as calm as I am.
Doctor: “You just have two little fractures on either side of your wrist.”
Me: “Okay.”
Doctor: “And how did you break this again?”
Me: “I tripped over a tent string in the dark.”
Doctor: *To my mother* “She seems like a bookish kid.”
Mom: “Yeah. She is.”
Doctor: “I think she’ll be okay with just a splint.”
And I was. No bulky cast for me!
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11-05-2020
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Shout-Out To Frazzled Nurses!
CURRENT EVENTS, FUNNY, HOSPITAL, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, NURSES, USA, UTAH | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 18, 2020
In July, both my wife and I contract the illness the health crisis is centered on, and we are taken to the local hospital. However, because I have complications, it is decided that I need to be transferred to a larger hospital with a pulmonologist available.
I am transferred by ambulance to the bigger hospital where there are staff waiting to admit me. I am on a stretcher with various medical staff around me. There is one nurse doing transfer paperwork for me.
Nurse: “So, do you prefer to be called Dave or David?”
This question has me puzzled.
Me: “My name is John!
Nurse: “Oops, I really must check the paperwork properly!”
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11-05-2020
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Testing Their Patients And Their Patience
CANADA, CURRENT EVENTS, MEDICAL OFFICE, PATIENTS, STUPID | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 14, 2020
I work at a medical clinic. During the health crisis, I have variations of the following story many times.
Me: “Has the patient been tested for [illness] recently?”
Patient’s Ride: “Oh, he lives at a seniors’ facility, and they get tested regularly.”
Me: *Pause* “The actual [illness] test where they get a swab?”
Patient’s Ride: “Oh, well, they get their temperatures taken regularly.”
How people at this point don’t understand the difference between being screened and tested, I will never know.
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11-05-2020
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What A Load Of Crap
BLOOD DONATION, NURSES, STUPID, UK | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 10, 2020
I have been giving blood for years now without issue. Being slim, a few nurses ask me to confirm my weight because the clinic will not accept donations from anyone under fifty kg.
Nurse: “What is your weight, please?”
Me: “It’s fifty-five kg.”
Nurse: “No, it’s not. You’re underweight.”
Me: “Yes, it really is fifty-five kg; I can jump on some scales right now if you like.”
Nurse: “No, we don’t have any here. You are not fifty-five kg. When did you weigh yourself?”
Me: “This morning, because I knew I was coming here.”
Nurse: “Before breakfast and undressed?”
Me: “Yes, of course.”
Nurse: “Was it before or after you went to the bathroom?”
Me: “I had already had a wee before I weighed myself.”
Nurse: “But not passed a stool? That will account for the discrepancy, then.”
Me: “Wait. What? The cut off is fifty kg; I’m five kg over that. I can’t lose that in one trip to the bathroom.”
Nurse: “Oh, you’d be surprised.”
In the end, I was allowed to donate if I promised to completely empty my bowels before the next visit — all five kg of it, apparently.
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11-05-2020
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#585
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Thanks, Doctor Wazowski!
CURRENT EVENTS, DENTIST, FUNNY, MOVIES & TV, PENNSYLVANIA, PITTSBURGH, USA | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 9, 2020
To make a long story short, due to the health crisis, I end up needing to get my six-month cleaning done at a dentist I’ve never been to before. As expected, a ton of precautions are in place: waiting outside, wearing a mask until they actually start working inside your mouth, the employees wearing extra protection, etc.
I get checked in, x-rayed, and seated in the chair just fine. Among the equipment in the room is a long metal arm with joints for maneuvering and a cone at the end. When the hygienist pulls the arm around and positions the cone a few inches away from my face; I assume it’s a light.
However, before the hygienist turns it on, she explains that it’s a “suction device” to prevent germs from escaping. Nice precaution, but as soon as she says “suction,” I can feel my eyes bug out because, knowing that’s its purpose, the shape suddenly looks VERY familiar.
Me: “What?! But… it looks exactly like the Scream Extractor from Monsters, Inc.!”
Hygienist: *Laughing* “Yeah, a lot of people have been saying that. I never saw that movie, so I didn’t get it, but I just watched it a few days ago and went, ‘Oh, my gosh, yeah. We have the Scream Machine.’”
So, I had my cleaning done with a loud vacuum running a few inches from my face, and I left very grateful that they had seen me and with a hilarious story to text to the siblings.
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11-05-2020
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The Least Annoying Telemarketer Ever
AWESOME, HEALTH & BODY, INSPIRATIONAL, KIND STRANGERS, TELEMARKETING, THE NETHERLANDS | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 8, 2020
The official description of colic — or “crybaby” as is its literal translation from Dutch — is “a baby that cries at least three hours a day, at least three days a week, for at least three weeks,” and it usually passes by the fourth month.
When I was a baby, I cried for twenty hours a day, every day, for over seven months. The doctors weren’t able to find a cause. Food intolerances were tried and ruled out, my parents were accused of malingering and observed in the hospital to make sure they weren’t exaggerating and/or inducing the crying, and my parents were advised to have me sleep in the barn or have me sleep over at the home of a deaf elderly relative.
Around the seven-month mark, a telemarketer called our exhausted family to sell some kind of overpriced private health insurance.
My father picked up the phone and interrupted the sales spiel.
Father: “My baby has been crying twenty hours a day for the past seven months. She’s obviously in pain, and the doctors can’t find the cause or solve it and are still looking. You don’t want us as your customers.”
Telemarketer: “No, I totally understand. I hope I’m not overstepping, but have you tried a chiropractor? That could be KISS syndrome.”
My parents had not tried a chiropractor.
One week later, to the chiropractor I went.
That afternoon, my older brother — who didn’t know I had had any kind of appointment that day — looked at my parents in obvious concern.
Brother: “I think there’s something wrong with the baby. They’re never this quiet.”
My parents didn’t buy from the telemarketer, and they don’t remember her name. But we are all very glad a salesperson called us that day.
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11-05-2020
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Time To Put This Working Relationship Behind You
BAD BEHAVIOR, CANADA, COWORKERS, HEALTH & BODY, OFFICE, VANCOUVER | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 7, 2020
I was in a work-related accident years ago and have a recurring neck issue. During one flareup, I head to our first aid person to note the pain in case I have to leave early from work or go to the doctor.
First Aid: “Where does it hurt?”
I point at the back of my neck and she stands behind me, poking at the spot.
First Aid: “We could try a realignment.”
Me: “No. No, thank you. This is recurring and I just need it noted. I’ll see my doctor if it gets worse.”
First Aid: “But we could just—”
Me: “No. I don’t need treatment. Just please note it.”
She starts massaging the area and pulling me to her.
Me: “Look—”
She takes my head and turns it sharply, making my neck audibly snap.
Me: “What the f***?!”
I stumbled forward away from her, suddenly lightheaded. I walked away, not looking back, furious that she snapped my neck without permission. She’s not allowed behind me ever again.
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11-05-2020
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You Need Thick Skin To Deal With These Thick Skulls
BIZARRE, CRIMINAL & ILLEGAL, EMERGENCY ROOM, HOSPITAL, IMPOSSIBLE DEMANDS, INDONESIA | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 6, 2020
I’m the attending doctor at the ER. Earlier this morning, we treated a man who crashed his bike and got a pretty nasty bruise as well as a concussion. A CT scan showed a fractured bone so he’ll need surgery. He told us he’d be using insurance, so he “wants a full record of everything you guys find.”
Later that day, a woman comes into the ER and starts banging on our table.
Woman: “EXCUSE ME! WHICH ONE OF YOU TREATED [PATIENT]?!”
Me: “Yes ma’am. I’m Doctor [My Name]. How can I he—”
Woman: “ARE YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR?!”
As you can guess, everyone in the room stops whatever they’re doing.
Me: “Pardon?”
Woman: “YES, YOU! ARE YOU WEARING UNDERWEAR?”
Me: “I don’t see how it’s— Why, yes, of course. What seems to be the matter?”
Woman: “Are you really? So why is it not stated in your uniform? Or your nametag?”
Me: “What does it have to do with [Patient], may I ask?”
Woman: “How dare you write in the report that my husband was not wearing a helmet?! I’ve just got a call from my insurance company that they’ll not pay the surgery because you wrote that he wasn’t wearing a helmet!“
Nurse: “Well, ma’am, your husband did say he wanted a full report exactly because he wants to use insurance.”
Woman: *Turns to nurse* “Well, b****, are you wearing a bra?! Now if he asks for a full report, why didn’t you also write in whether he’s wearing underwear or not? That’s not full report, is it, b****?“
Me: “Because we’re writing down things that are medically relevant. The fact he’s not wearing a helmet is, because he came in with a—”
Woman: “I don’t care! Now you’re gonna pay for his surgery because my insurance won’t pay! And it’s your fault!“
Then she stormed out of the ER, but not before yelling loudly, “THE DOCTOR IS NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR!”
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11-05-2020
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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Again, Part 8
ASSISTED LIVING, ENGLAND, HEALTH & BODY, REVOLTING, UK, YORKSHIRE | HEALTHY | OCTOBER 5, 2020
I work in a specialist nursing home for people with severe and enduring mental health problems. A female resident with South East Asian origins enjoys cooking and offers to make traditional chai tea for staff, under supervision.
Whilst being assisted by a support worker whose English is not great, she adds more than fifty teaspoons of sugar to the pan, as well as spices and other ingredients.
Me: “This tea tastes really good!”
Those of us who don’t mind the sweetness enjoy it.
Then, the support worker tells a colleague about part of the cooking process.
Support Worker: “She just crushed the walnuts by crunching them in her mouth and then spitting them into the pan.”
She hadn’t realised that people would find this revolting!
We agreed that when she made it again, she needed to use appropriate equipment to do that task. Thankfully, the support worker saw the sense of this.
I was not too concerned about this, given how many motorway service stations I ate in during my childhood in the 1970s, where I probably ingested far worse!
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11-05-2020
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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Again, Part 7
COFFEE SHOP, IGNORING & INATTENTIVE, JERK, UK | RIGHT | JULY 26, 2020
I work as a cafe barista on a UK campus. One morning, a customer who is infamous among the staff for being rude comes by and orders a latte. The transaction goes on normally, and she waits for her drink while I prepare it. When she collects her drink, she decides to add syrup to it.
Customer: “I want to add chai syrup to my drink.”
Me: “Sure thing, I just need to put the request through the till.”
Customer: “Okay, no problem; I can pay. How much is it?”
Me: “That will be 50p.”
Customer: “How much?”
Me: “50 pence.”
Customer: “No, I want four extra pumps of chai syrup. How much is that?”
Me: *In bewilderment* “It will cost you 50 pence.”
Customer: “No, I come here all the time! One, two, three, four! Do you understand?!”
I reply in a raised voice but trying my best not to shout.
Me: “Yeah, it’s gonna cost 50p!”
This goes on for a while. Luckily, it’s a quiet morning so there aren’t any other customers around. Finally, she takes out her card and asks one last time.
Customer: “Fine, I just want my drink! How much is it?!”
Me: *Pause* “It’s 50p.”
I add the syrup and give her the drink. By this time, my colleague has heard the commotion and arrived to hear her parting shot.
Customer: “You don’t speak English, by any chance?”
After the customer has left:
Colleague: “How did you not hit her?!”
I am not from the UK and don’t have a local accent, but English is my native language and I haven’t had a single problem communicating with anybody while in the UK. The customer is also not local, most probably from an Eastern European country based on her accent.
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11-05-2020
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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Again, Part 6
COFFEE SHOP, EMPLOYEES, MISSOURI, STUPID, USA | WORKING | MAY 23, 2018
(My husband and I stop at a drive-thru coffee shop for drinks. I don’t drink coffee, but I love this shop’s chai lattes, so I ask for one.)
Husband: “Can we have a medium, decaf, chai vanilla latte and a small peppermint mocha?”
Worker: “Sure! That will be [price] at the window!”
(We pull forward, pay, get our drinks, and pull off. I take my first sip and taste nothing but coffee.)
Me: “This has coffee in it.”
Husband: “What? I’m sorry. Why would they put coffee in it?”
Me: “Maybe because you said, ‘latte’? I mean, that’s what it’s called, but maybe that confused her?”
(We drive back through and pull up to the window.)
Worker: *looking confused* “Can I help you?”
Me: “There was coffee in my chai.”
Worker: “Yeah. You asked for a decaf chai. Decaf means coffee, so I thought you wanted decaf espresso in it.”
Me: “No… I hate coffee. Chai is black tea which has caffeine, so I just wanted that decaf.”
Worker: “So… that’s just regular chai.”
Me: “Yes, but without caffeine?”
Worker: *still seeming confused* “So… just a regular chai?”
Me: *giving up* “Please just give me a vanilla chai, no coffee.”
(To her credit, she did upgrade me to a large, and there was no coffee in my second order. But how do you work at a coffee shop and not know that tea has caffeine?)
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11-05-2020
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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Again, Part 5
COFFEE SHOP | WORKING | APRIL 28, 2016
(I live in an area where tiny, locally owned coffee shacks are incredibly common. Darn near every establishment has one in their parking lot or built into their business one way or another. Unfortunately, this does not guarantee that whatever barista you’re ordering from knows what they are doing, so I’ve learned to ask what more experienced coffee buyers would consider no-brainer questions. Sometimes I’m still painfully disappointed. This particular shop is part of a flower shop that also hosts the weekly farmer’s market, and I stop in to get drinks while at the market to reduce my number of stops that afternoon.)
Me: “Okay, we’ll do a small hot chocolate, but for a kid so not so hot. A large quad mocha. And I see you have chai, is that in a latte or black?”
Barista: “Oh, no, sweetie. Chai is actually a kind of tea and doesn’t have coffee in it!”
Me: *taken aback slightly because while I’m not old, I’m definitely not young enough to be called “sweetie” by the early 20s barista* “I know it’s tea. I just want to know if you serve it in a latte or black?”
Barista: “I don’t get it. Are you wanting me to add a shot of coffee and make it a latte?”
Me: *confused, starting to catch on to where this is going* “Latte means it has milk in it…”
Barista: *suddenly extremely condescending* “No, it means COFFEE. Like a mocha latte is a coffee drink.”
Me: “Actually latte comes from same root word as lactose. It means it’s a drink with milk in it.”
Barista: “Well I don’t know how to tell you this, but latte means it’s a coffee drink. But, yes, our chai comes with milk in it, and I can add coffee if that’s what you want, but it’s 70 cents per shot…”
Me: *finally snapping after having a bad day, I turn and start toward the door while trying to remain as cold as possible* “You know what? I changed my mind about getting my coffee here. I’ll just go now.”
Barista: *sarcastically* “Wait! Don’t go! I was learning SO much from you!”
(While I heard she didn’t last long, I haven’t had the heart to go back there even for flowers after that exchange.)
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11-05-2020
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You’re Playing With The Big Boys Now
BAD BEHAVIOR, PARK, PETS & ANIMALS, STRANGERS, USA | FRIENDLY | NOVEMBER 4, 2020
I adopt a spayed German Shepherd rescue dog. She is a little over a year old and bonds with my family right away but needs to socialize with other dogs. If large dogs approach her on walks, she’ll sniff cautiously but without hostility. Small yappy dogs, however, trigger her to bark angrily to warn them away. I have learned that this is a common reaction of large dogs to smaller ones.
A fellow dog owner recommends I take her to an off-lead park in town where she can interact with other canines. There are two clearly labelled enclosures — one for large dogs and one for small dogs under twenty pounds — so I feel things will be safe.
The first time I take her, everything goes beautifully. She has some dominance interactions with other dogs to learn her place in the pack and has no problems. On three occasions, she chases a whippet around the area until both get tired.
The second time is a different story.
We have been there for about forty-five minutes in the early evening when three women enter the sally port with a husky on lead. My dog wanders over and gingerly greets the new arrival. Then, I realize that one of the women is carrying a chihuahua. Before I can react, she places it down in front of my dog. It yaps once and my dog reacts, picking it up and shaking it until I grab her collar.
The other animal is badly hurt, bleeding, and in shock, but walking. I leash my dog and wait. I am prepared to offer something toward the vet bill, but the owner and her friend have other ideas. They start screaming at me.
Woman #1 : “You are responsible for our baby’s injuries!”
Woman #2 : “You had better cover the entire vet bill!”
That pushes any charitable thoughts out of my mind. Yes, my dog bit hers, but she brought the mini mutt into an area specifically designated for large dogs when there was a separate and safe area for small dogs right next to this one.
Me: “Why didn’t you take your dog into the small dog area?”
Woman #1 : *Pointing at the husky owner* “She has an injured arm and can’t handle her dog by herself. What else were we supposed to do?!”
Me: “That’s not my problem!”
Woman #3 : “We’re going to call the police, and they’ll make you pay!”
Me: “Go ahead! Then there will be a police report proving your negligence. And for your information, in our state, amounts under $10,000 go to small claims court and neither party can have a lawyer. Also, as the defendant, I can and will appeal any decision against me, but as the plaintiff, you can’t do that. I think I’ll take my chances. Now, you’d better get to a vet.”
I was never served with a claim.
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11-05-2020
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If At First You Don’t Succeed, Chai Again, Part 5
COFFEE SHOP | WORKING | APRIL 28, 2016
(I live in an area where tiny, locally owned coffee shacks are incredibly common. Darn near every establishment has one in their parking lot or built into their business one way or another. Unfortunately, this does not guarantee that whatever barista you’re ordering from knows what they are doing, so I’ve learned to ask what more experienced coffee buyers would consider no-brainer questions. Sometimes I’m still painfully disappointed. This particular shop is part of a flower shop that also hosts the weekly farmer’s market, and I stop in to get drinks while at the market to reduce my number of stops that afternoon.)
Me: “Okay, we’ll do a small hot chocolate, but for a kid so not so hot. A large quad mocha. And I see you have chai, is that in a latte or black?”
Barista: “Oh, no, sweetie. Chai is actually a kind of tea and doesn’t have coffee in it!”
Me: *taken aback slightly because while I’m not old, I’m definitely not young enough to be called “sweetie” by the early 20s barista* “I know it’s tea. I just want to know if you serve it in a latte or black?”
Barista: “I don’t get it. Are you wanting me to add a shot of coffee and make it a latte?”
Me: *confused, starting to catch on to where this is going* “Latte means it has milk in it…”
Barista: *suddenly extremely condescending* “No, it means COFFEE. Like a mocha latte is a coffee drink.”
Me: “Actually latte comes from same root word as lactose. It means it’s a drink with milk in it.”
Barista: “Well I don’t know how to tell you this, but latte means it’s a coffee drink. But, yes, our chai comes with milk in it, and I can add coffee if that’s what you want, but it’s 70 cents per shot…”
Me: *finally snapping after having a bad day, I turn and start toward the door while trying to remain as cold as possible* “You know what? I changed my mind about getting my coffee here. I’ll just go now.”
Barista: *sarcastically* “Wait! Don’t go! I was learning SO much from you!”
(While I heard she didn’t last long, I haven’t had the heart to go back there even for flowers after that exchange.)
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11-05-2020
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Defeated The Bonus Boss
HOME, TELEMARKETING | WORKING | APRIL 29, 2016
(I’m in the midst of fighting the final boss in a video game notorious amongst its fandom for potentially being the most difficult in its franchise. It’s taken me 13 years to get to this point since I tried again and gave up several times over the years since its release. I have currently spent several hours on the fight. I am a flaming ball of anger and hate-fire by the time my phone starts to ring, distracting me and getting me killed once again. It turns out to be a scammer that has been harassing me for over a month that I normally ignore.)
Me: “Who is this?”
Scammer: “This is [Fictional Electric Company], looking for [Person Who Isn’t Me] about their electric bill…”
Me: *screaming into the phone* “Are you [expletive] serious?! [Person Who Isn’t Me] hasn’t owned this number for several years and yet you people keep harassing me! You woke me this morning, you woke my baby yesterday afternoon, and you’ve disturbed me when I was in the middle of something now! Never call me again or I’ll trace your number, find out where you live, and ship you a box of Brazilian wandering spiders!”
(I slam the phone down and go back to my game when I notice both my sisters staring at me in fear.)
Sister: “Would you seriously ship a box of spiders to a telemarketer?”
Me: “If he calls me again in the middle of this fight? I’ll send him bark scorpions, too!”
(Thankfully they never called me again. I quickly beat the game soon after that call too. It turns out that screaming at people who have been harassing me is oddly therapeutic.)
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11-05-2020
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The Smoke Signals Spell Doom For This Sale
GAS STATION, IMPOSSIBLE DEMANDS, MICHIGAN, STUPID, USA | RIGHT | NOVEMBER 5, 2020
We sell vapes and refills. A guy comes in who looks no older than twenty.
Me: “Good morning. What can I get for you?”
Customer: “I would like two packs of the mint [vape] pods.”
Me: “Certainly. May I see your ID?”
Customer: “I have a photo of my ID on my phone.”
Me: “Unfortunately, I’m not able to sell you these if you don’t have a valid physical ID.”
Customer: “I have a photo and the temporary renewed sheet.”
Me: “But do you have a physical copy of your ID?”
Customer: “I come here a lot.”
He points to my manager who has never seen him before.
Customer: “She has sold to me before.”
He’s getting really angry and upset at this point.
Me: “Well, I have never seen you once, and I’m here full-time. You aren’t in her line; you are in mine. And I’m denying you of this purchase.”
Customer: “Fine, I’ll come back next shift.”
Me: “They will tell you the same thing.” *Smiles*
I made sure to let the second shift know he may come back.
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11-05-2020
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#597
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This Author And Her Children Are Very Blessed
CHILDREN, HEALTH & BODY, PLAYGROUND, RUDE & RISQUE, STRANGERS, THE NETHERLANDS | FRIENDLY | NOVEMBER 5, 2020
I am very, very large chested. I also just gave birth. I am at a playground with both my children.
The youngest gets hungry and I pull out a cloth to cover up. I cover the breast first and then start feeding, making sure no skin is visible as I like to be discreet.
Another mother is sitting in front of me. Her son suddenly asks:
Boy: “Mom, what are those balls the lady has?”
His mother turns beet red.
Mother: “Those are her breasts. Like Mommy’s but… uh… larger.”
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11-05-2020
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#598
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She’s Trying To Make A Chicken Run
AUSTRALIA, BAD BEHAVIOR, CRIMINAL & ILLEGAL, PETS & ANIMALS, POLICE, STRANGERS | LEGAL | OCTOBER 31, 2020
I’m an animal person, especially with dogs, cats, and farm birds. I own more than a dozen chickens: four Brahmas, five Australorps, three Golden Wyandotte’s, and a Barred Rock.
I am just hanging out with the chickens, sitting on some ‘clean’ grass as they climbed all over me and dug up loose dirt for dust baths. I look up, and see a strange woman outside the chicken run, someone I had never seen before.
Woman: “I love your chickens!”
Me: “Well, thank you.”
I have a soft spot for my girls, so when they get compliments, my pride gets swollen.
Woman: “I wish I had some of my own.”
She enters the run and leans down to pet the social one.
Woman: “Are you open to selling any?”
I’m a little insulted, as they are like my children, but I brush it off.
Me: “No, sorry.”
Woman: *Ticked off* “Why not?”
Me: “I’ve raised them since they were chicks, and they are like family to me.”
Woman: “They’re just chickens! They can’t reciprocate feelings!”
She picks up my social chicken by her neck and tail, which makes her panic and sends another chicken into a frenzy, who proceeds to attack the woman. The social chicken is dropped and runs to me, hopping into my arms to calm down.
Me: “What was that you said about feelings?”
Visibly pissed, she grabs one of the Brahmas and tries to leave.
Me: “Oh, no you don’t!”
With the help of my attacking chicken, I grab the Brahma from her and comfort her.
Woman: “How dare you! I demand that you give me that bird!”
Me: “No. The only thing I should give you is a good punch in the face.”
My anger is leaking into chicken, who purrs angrily and puffs up her feathers.
Woman: *Takes out her phone.* “I’m calling the police!”
Me: “Fine. We’ll see who gets arrested.”
After a few minutes of this woman screaming and my parents asking about the situation, the police arrive. It’s just one officer, but I recognize him from a protest at school last year.
Officer: “What seems to be the problem?”
Woman: “He had his chickens attack me! Look!”
She holds her arm out to show him the marks my chicken made.
Officer: “Uh-huh. Is that true, sir?”
I speak calmly, still comforting my poor Brahma.
Me: “No. She tried to steal my chicken.”
Woman: “That is not true!”
Officer: “Ma’am, I’ll be with you in a moment. I need to talk to him alone.”
She wants to argue, but is scared off by my still-angry, who squawks at her. I give my statement to him, and he asks if I want to press charges since I’m an adult.
Me: “Only if she refuses to never come back.”
He leaves to talk with her, and I soon hear shouting. Something about freedom and rights. However, the silence returns, and I soon hear her car speeding off. The officer returns.
Officer: “She won’t be coming back, but we’ll be keeping an eye on her.”
After a little more talking, he leaves, and I’m able to calm the chickens down. Talk about a crazy afternoon!
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11-06-2020
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#599
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Unfiltered Story #199915
ALABAMA, PHARMACY, USA | UNFILTERED | JULY 5, 2020
(I was working the drive thru in a chain retail Pharmacy alone. There are two lanes, and I as fairly as possible switch and juggle between the lanes when their are multiple cars. After finishing one car in lane one I juggle back to lane two, who was next, as a woman riding in a taxi comes to lane one.)
Me: *to lady in lane one* Just a second please ma’am. *proceeds to close the window and address lane two*
Woman: Ma’am I’m in a cab!
Me: *holds up one finger to ask for a second as I’m entering lane two’s information*
Woman: *practically wailing* Ma’am I’m in a cab! Ma’am I’m in a CAB! MA’AM I’m in a CAB!
Me: *finishes lane two and reopen the window* How may I help you ma’am?
Woman: You should take care of people in a cab first! *tosses her stuff at me and drives off before I can get any relevant information, such as pick up time, for her prescription.*
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11-06-2020
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Unfiltered Story #199879
AUSTRALIA, PHARMACY, QUEENSLAND | UNFILTERED | JULY 4, 2020
I have a service dog due to an invisible medical condition. She wears a beige and red coat and has a bright blue collar, leash and head harness that read SERVICE DOG in two-inch letters all over them. Because she is a very large dog and an unconventional breed, she gets a lot of attention when we go out and it’s usual to have questions about her role and training. On this day, it was only our third outing in public and I was feeling confident because I hadn’t been challenged all day. I was in a pharmacy to pick up my medication.
Sales assistant: *running down the corridor* Excuse me!
Me: Yes?
Sales assistant: I don’t want to be mean, but next time you come you need to leave your dog outside.
(I look at [dog] standing beside me in all her gear, then at the door which is fifty meters away, then at my medication held plainly in my hands)
Me: Um, no. I’m not going to do that.
Sales assistant: It’s fine this time, but next time you really need to leave her outside. We can’t have dogs in here.
Me: I can’t leave her behind. She’s an assistance dog. MY assistance dog. I need her.
Sales assistant *nastily*: Well I wasn’t aware of that! And we don’t let dogs in here.
(I look at [dog] again to be sure – she is still clearly marked. Literally the only parts of her that don’t have some kind of identifying equipment are her tail and her paws. I’m confused by the hostility in the woman’s tone, and starting to feel anxious because I’d never faced being sent out of a store before. I really need my medicine, so I stand my ground.)
Me: But she is a service dog. She’s legally allowed to go anywhere I can go. It’s not safe for me to leave her behind.
Sales assistant: *throwing her hands up* Ugh! I know that! I wasn’t aware that she was an assistance dog! *glares*
Me: I – I don’t know what you want me to say here. She is one.
Sales assistant: Ugh! *storms away*
(I completed the rest of my shopping and left as soon as possible. It wasn’t a big deal but for someone relatively new to my condition and just learning to be independent again with the help of a dog, it was a devastating thing. It was very difficult to be brave enough to go into the next shop that I needed to, although the people working there were totally kind and absolutely appalled at the behaviour when I asked if there would be a problem bringing my dog inside.)
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