Crazy retail stories are so common that Reddit actually has an entire subreddit called "Tales From Retail."
Here are just a few of the most ridiculous happenings.
Chip On My Baby
I was bagging groceries last night when a lady came through with a baby in a car seat in the basket of her cart. She had a LOT of groceries that I'm assuming she'd had under and around the car seat, so when I bagged them I was putting them back under and around the car seat. I wasn't sure where else to put them if not there, right? It's not like I could put them on top of the baby, right?
Well. As I'm placing stuff carefully under Baby, Baby's mom says "oh hon, you can just put some of this stuff on top of him" and pats the canopy.
The phrase "but ma'am that's a baby" almost escapes me but I choke it down, nod, and continue putting stuff under the baby, under the cart, in the seat of the cart, etc. At this point the cashier (my favorite cashier) is trying and failing not to laugh at both the absurdity of me being told to put groceries on a baby, and my increasingly desperate attempts at finding places for the bags.
I got all but a bag of chips squared away, and there was just no more room, so as they walked away I set the bag of chips on top of the car seat, turned back to the cashier and whispered in horror "I put the chips on the baby." Which I believe is the most absurd thing I've said on the job so far. occipital_spatula
I'm a cart pusher and I don't deal with tons of customers. I did have a woman flip out and call me an idiot, but honestly I feel this was worse.
I saw these two girls, probably 17-19 years old, putting their cart up on the curb instead of a corral. I went over and said I would take it. What does one of them do? She shoves the cart so it rolls full speed, and I have to run after it while they stand there, watching me, laughing at me. One of them said "Haha you really did that!!" to the one who shoved the cart.
I was embarrassed and felt hurt by this. It ruined my night, that they decided to just make a joke out of me and my job. I am trying to feel better about it, thinking they are super immature, but this still was hurtful. :( sweatycat
I worked as a bagger at a small, family owned grocery store while I was in high school. One day a man came through the checkout with a full cart of groceries.
Me: "Paper or plastic?"
Customer: Id like double bagged paper and Id like you to make each bag as heavy as you can.
Me: "Sure thing!"
A bit of a strange request, sure, but anything that broke up the monotony of the day was welcomed. I managed to load his entire cart into three fairly heavy bags and bring them out to his car.
Customer: "In case you're wondering - I just had a fight with the wife and it's my turn to pick up the groceries."
Customer: "It's also her turn to unload the car."
How To Embarrass Your Tween
I work part time in a mid-sized retail store, pretty close to a local school, so we get a lot of school kids in around 12 buying snacks and candy and what not during recess. A lot of the same kids, so over time i've come to recognize a lot of them. One of the groups were quite loudly talking about dabbing, and about how fun it would be to see an employee dab while working.
I could have taken the easy route and just dabbed right there and made his day, but i didn't, and it would turn out to pay off.
A few days later the same group of kids come in, but this time with the dab-kid's mom as well. They're still talking about dabbing, and getting an employee to dab, probably hoping i overhear it. I was about to do it, but then their mom walks towards me, with the kind of mischievous grin only a mother can muster. The kid, the mom, and myself share a moment - we all know whats about to go down. The mother and i with mischievous grin, and the kid with a mortified look on his face.
"Wanna Dab with me?" She plainly asks.
The kids friends are looking in awe.
dab-kid is mortified, then hangs his head in shame, as his friends start to laugh.
A plan that started out as a way to get a little bit of street cred suddenly backfired, as his friends watched his mom commit the ultimate act of embarrassment.
Made my day though. jQuaade
Not me, but an older lady I work with told me this story from yesterday (when our store was observing Veteran's Day.)
A little back story: We have a regular customer who is a Korean War veteran and he'll often come into the store (like every other day) I guess to pass time and talk to people. Whatever, he's no bother, and a genuinely nice person to talk to.
So yesterday, there was a huge line at the front of the store, so he walked back to the customer service desk where my coworker was, and asked if he could buy his shirt there instead of waiting in line for 15+ minutes. She said she could absolutely do that for him. He was dressed in his navy uniform for Veteran's day (I think he had gone to some event in the morning) and there was a couple standing nearby. When my coworker read the total ($19 or something like that) the husband from the nearby couple walked up and put a $20 bill on the counter and said "I'll take care of that. Thank you for your service, sir." and the old veteran said "oh thank you, you really didn't have to do that." and the guy replied "well you didn't have to do what you did either. It's my pleasure."
It was a nice little interaction within the craziness of the store yesterday and it brought a smile to my face :) jmb555666
Hello 911? This Lady Is Crazy
I work for a car rental place. I am the only employee at a location in a very small town. I often have to leave the store to go pick up customers, pickup/drop off oil changes, etc. etc. When I do, I leave between reservations, lock-up, and put up a sign on the door with a number where customers can reach me immediately.
I usually never get any calls.
However, yesterday a woman called while I was out dropping off a customer to a body shop. She seemed perfectly reasonable at first.
Me: Thanks for calling *****. How can I help you?
Her: Hi. (Apparently having read my notice) Will you be back soon? I don't have much time.
(For the record, she had no reservation and had not previously contacted the store.)
Me: Yes ma'am. Just dropping off a customer. It should be about 5 to 10 minutes.
Her: I'll be waiting . . .
Literally 2 minutes later she calls back.
Her: Sir, I just can't let you do this.
Me: Do what
Her: You abandoned the store and I am going to call the cops if you don't show up soon.
Me: laughing from confusion
Me: That won't be necessary ma'am. I'll be back very soon and the cops aren't . . .
she hangs up
I show up 4 minutes later and swear to god, THE COPS WERE WAITING WITH HER, visibly unsure about why they were there. If you're counting, she waited a total of 6 minutes MAX after I knew she existed; which is no longer than I've waited for fresh nuggets in a drive through. She had no reservation, with not having previously contacted a business that operates based on reservations and literally called the cops.
Cops: What's the problem here?
Me: astonished I have no idea. You'll have to ask her.
Cops: having already talked to her and unable to seriously address her, they look at us and back at each other, then back at me we hope you have a better day.
She doesn't even try to come in. Maybe she realized she had just gone through a manic episode and decided to give herself some time. hppruettreddit
I work at a clothing store, we have packs of underwear hanging on a wall near the front of the store. The wall is split into two sections, the bottom is single pairs of underwear that go for $2, and then there's packs of 8 that cost $20. They are no the same brand, they are different materials, they look different, and are on different parts of the wall. On the part of the wall that only contains single pairs, is a sign that says "5 for $5"
A woman walks up to our register with five 8-packs of underwear, I make casual conversation before presenting her with her total.
Me: That will be ~$100.00
Her: No, that will be $5.00
Me:...Well, no, that'll be ~$100.00
Her: No! They're five for five it says so on the sign!
At this point I know what sign she saw, and I know what mistake she's making, but in an attempt to show her the error of her ways I ask her to show me the sign
Her: Look, there it is right there it's 5 for $5.
Me: Actually, the 5 for $5 is referencing these single pairs that are only $2.
Her face lit up with anger and disgust as if I had defecated on the floor and asked her to clean up with her tongue.
Her: Well why is that sign there?! Why are those packs with these packs?! These packs are on this wall and that sign says it's 5 or $5 and I'll take them at that price.
Me: Usually I could adjust your price, but I can't sell you $100 of merchandise at $5
Her: Well you need to remove that sign then because that's false advertising.
Me: Yup, no.
At this point my heart was in my throat and I actually could have gotten in trouble for how I spoke to her (depending on which manager she spoke to) but instead she just kind of walked out of the store.
Even if the sign was ambiguous, assuming a sale of that magnitude is just silly. AloeRP
So I work in a store where we use short range radios with headsets to communicate with each other. It's a huge help to us and helps us be more efficient.
Earlier today my boss sends me next door to the grocery store to buy donuts for the crew. While I'm waiting in line a young boy (maybe 7-8) is shooting daggers at me. I'm wearing my sunglasses inside with my earpiece still in as well. As I'm leaving he yells to grab my attention. Here's the convo we had:
Little kid (LC): Hey!
Me: uhh, yeah?
LC: Whats that for? (pointing to my ear piece)
By now I know where this is going
Me: (I cross my arms) I use it for work.
LC: come here, I have another question.
Mom looks at me with an eye roll because her kid is eccentric and that seems to annoy her. Not me, weird kids always give me a laugh. I bend down to his level to hear then he whispers:
LC: do you work for the government?
Me: (I put my finger over my ear piece) Eagle this is condor! Cover blown! I repeat eagle, our cover us blown!
Then I take me and my donuts and run out of the store as fast as possible while the mom is dying of laughter and the kids jaw is on the ground because he just met a secret agent. Highlight of my day. And_The_Full_Effect
This literally just happened.
I work at a higher end clothing store and I tend not to get too many out-there customers, but this guy took the cake. A man came in with about 3 small children, shopped around for about a half hour (while running me completely ragged in the process) and then went to pay for his items. He has a store credit card with us, but he didn't have it on him. I said, "No problem, I can look it up with your drivers license or a state ID."
"Oh, I don't drive. Here, I'll show you my passport."
"Sir, our computer does not scan passports as a valid form of ID. The scanner only responds to drivers licenses or state IDs."
"But a passport is a better form of ID than a drivers license. This is Uncle Sam right here!"
"I understand, but our computer system only scans drivers licenses or state IDs."
"But a passport is a government issued ID!"
"Yes, but our computer physically cannot scan a passport. I can only scan a drivers license or a state issued ID."
"Well I'll just take my business elsewhere then!"
He proceeded to storm out of the store, and honestly I was a little bit relieved, until about 5 minutes later he comes barging back into the store.
"Here, I found my ID, now please look up my credit card!"
He pulls out his passport.
"Sir, I cannot accept this as a f-"
"Scan it! This is my ID! You are discriminating against people that don't drive!"
"Would you like me to call customer service and see if there is anything they can do for you?"
"No, I don't want you to call customer service. I want you to scan my ID and look up my credit card!"
At this point, my manager sees the commotion going on, comes over to help me out, and tells this guy exactly what I've been repeating to him for the last 10 minutes. We apologize to him for the inconvenience, and even offer him a coupon, but he just keeps yelling and ranting and raving. Finally he takes his kids, swears he will never shop with us again, is reporting us for "discrimination", storms out of the store for a second time...
And gets into a car and drives away. xandrenia
Hello TFR! I come bearing a tale that is one of the most ridiculous customer encounters I've had in my almost 17 years of retail experience. So buckle up, kids. It's gonna be a wild ride.
Me: Assistant Manager/slave
SW: Senile Woman, as there's really no other explanation
Relevant to the story: We are unable to take orders over the phone. Credit cards must be physically swiped/inserted at the register and we have absolutely no way around this.
The setting: a shoe store. Just a few days ago. I had just clocked in for my closing shift. The phone rings.
Me: "Good afternoon, thank you for calling ShoeStore, how may I help you?"
SW: "Oh hi. I was in your store earlier today looking at a pair of shoes, and I'm just kicking myself for not buying them. I'd like for you to ship them to me."
Me: "Unfortunately we are unable to take orders over the phone, but I'd be glad to put them on hold for you."
SW: "But I live alllllll the way in SameStateInWhichMyStoreIsLocated and I can't make the trip alllll the way out there again!"
Me: "uh... I'm sorry about that, but I have no way of taking payment over the phone."
SW: "Can I order them online?"
Me: "Possibly, which shoe were you looking at?"
SW: "I don't know."
A little back and forth ensues, with her attempting to explain what the shoe looked like and where it was located in the store. I'm somehow able to find it. It's a single pair of sandals from last year that are on super mega clearance because, well, they're old.
Me: "unfortunately you won't find these on our website, they're from last year."
SW: "well what am I supposed to doooooo??!!"
Me: go back in time and buy them when you were here? "I'm not sure, ma'am."
SW: "OH! You can ship them to me, and when I get them I'll mail you a check!"
Me: "Sorry ma'am, I can't send out merchandise that has not been paid for."
SW, getting increasingly frustrated: "Is there anyone else there I can talk to? A manager?"
Me, trying to suppress laughter as my manager is staring at me, shaking his head at hearing my side of the conversation: "No, I'm the only manager here right now."
SW: "Well then, you can buy it for me and I'll mail you a check."
Me: "Excuse me?"
SW: "They're not even $20. You pay for it and I'll send you a personal check. I'm good for it."
Me: "I'm not going to do that."
SW: "Well is there anyone else there who would?"
Me: "No ma'am, no one here is going to buy your shoes for you." staring from my manager intensifies, we both exchange the 'I can't wait to talk about this one' look
SW: "Well I mean this is ridiculous. All I want is those shoes and no one will help me. So there's nothing you can do?"
Me: "No ma'am, I'm afraid there isn't." SW: "Well then THANKS A LOT."
I burst out laughing and regale my manager with the full conversation. A nearby customer overhears and also starts laughing. I spend most of my remaining shift hiding in the back room, I feel like I earned it. ironsprite
Baby Come Back
I was working drive thru and this man pulls up to the second window for me to give him his food.
He has the cutest little baby boy in the back seat, so of course, after the greetings and handing off the food, I said hi to the baby.
He had been staring intently at me and when I said hi, he immediately starts laughing and waving. He was just the cutest thing!
His dad turned around and looked at him and said, "Son, you're too young to be flirting. Stop it."
Me: D'aww, honey, I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend. If you were like 15 years older, you could fight him for me, but right now I think he'd crush you.
And so we shared a laugh, he left, and I continued on with my work.
About an hour later, they return!
The Dad: Oh, he insisted on coming back to see you! turns around and says to his son now remember, no more flirting because she has a boyfriend.
The baby just laughed and waved his chubby little arms around.
It was a good day. firelight2
Doctors Vs. Jewelers
This happened a few years ago when I worked in a bead shop. We did jewelry repair too. Mostly simple stuff like reattaching clasps, restringing beads, or pearl knotting. Occasionally, when we weren't busy we would do repairs on the spot. Our minimum charge for any repair was $4 plus the cost of the materials.
So one day a lady comes in and she needs this necklace repaired ASAP because she wants to wear it that night at a dinner party. I saw that the necklace just needed the clasp reattached, which is something I can do in under a minute. I told her the store policy and said I could fix it for her while she waited. She seemed cool with that, so I grabbed a jump ring and reattached the clasp for her.
I rang her up and she took her necklace, leaving without a word.
The next day we got a call from the lady asking to talk to "the manager". She told the bead shop owner she was upset about having to pay $4 for the jewelry repair because I fixed it in under a minute. Her words, "Last time I checked only doctors made $4 a minute."
It's something you didn't know how to do lady. I did it quickly because I've done it five hundred and sixty two million times. If you didn't want it fixed professionally then do it your damn self. JennIsFit
Helping Each Other Out
I have removed myself from the retail game about 6 months ago, but I still think fondly of this one...
I was the manager of the returns and exchanges area of a smaller computer and electronics chain (some would call it the ultimate), and I was called over to the returns area by one of our associates. I approached and saw a young college age girl with a MacBook that had an obviously cracked screen, and looking at the receipt it was less a day old. I asked her what happened and she admitted to dropping it as soon as she took it out of the box, and that she didn't get any warranties to cover the damage because she was a broke college kid and asked me if there was anything I could do for her. I told her that I was going to walk away and come back in a minute and when I did she should tell me it was broken as soon as she took it out of the box. I came back she told me that, and we swapped it out for a new one for no charge.
The best part was this young lady came back in about two days with a tray full of the most delicious brownies and kept saying how much she appreciated everything we did for her. undercoverRavenclaw
Three Years Gone By
So this story begins in a locally owned jewelry store. The jeweler has been repairing and selling high end jewelry for 52 years. He is over 70 and still works like a madman. His business is efficient, resonably priced, and high quality, allowing him to stay in business as long as he has.
For repairs, the customer must leave their piece of jewelry with us for several weeks to place it in line. When the jeweler is reayd to do the repair, we call the customer with a price quote, and if they approve, the repair is completed within 24 hours. If they decline the quote, the repair is marked as "did not repair" in our computer system, filed in the "completed repairs" bin, and the customer can pick up the repair at no charge.
Now, when the customer leaves a piece of jewelry with us, we give them a claims ticket that says "Not responsible for pieces left over 60 days from completion of repair". We also take down their name, address, and phone number (multiple if possible) to ensure that we contact the correct person when the repair is complete.
Enter customer. The year is 2014. The month is February. She leaves her ring with us to be repaired. When the jeweler looks at it several weeks later, he finds that the original ring is too fragile and cannot be repaired. We call the customer, and she says she will come get it.
Now obviously jewelry is something you don't just THROW OUT after 60 days. The warning on the ticket is just to encourage customers to pick their items up as quickly as possible so that our safe isn't full of jewelry all the time. We also keep a clear record of phone calls to and from the customer including the date and time as well as whether we reached the customer or left a voicemail.
Fast forward. The date is now January 2016 We are doing a bi-annual "call everyone who still has jewelry here." I notice that this repair has been here a LONG time, and we have called her more than 6 times. I give her a ring and the number is disconnected. We decide that after two years, this woman may be dead/ill and no one knew to come pick up the piece. It was a piece of junk anyway, and on top of that it was broken beyond repair, so we got rid of it.
The date is now April 2017. Enter a woman to the jewelry store. She says she is here to pick up a repair, but when I look it up in the system, it says it was picked up in January 2016. Now obviously this woman is furious that someone else could have picked up her repair, so we dig through our paper receipts from over a year ago and find our note that the repair was discarded.
We explained to the woman that the repair had been disposed of and our reasoning for doing so. We apologized, but there wasn't anything to do. My favorite part is when she says:
C: But why didn't you call me?!?!
Me: Ma'am we did call you. We spoke with you several times as I see here in our notes, and you kept saying you would come pick it up. But after two years your number was disconnected and you did not leave another method of contact. If you look at our ticket, you will see that there is a warning that we are not responsible past 60 days. We did you the favor of keeping your item for two years, but there is nothing else I can do for you.
Honestly I'm not sure what she even wanted with that item anyway. radiolady93
Back On The 12th Of Never
I'm only 16 but work at a local pharmacy/gift shop in my town. The customers are generally pretty chill, older folks. Yesterday was a special exception.
We close at 3 on Sundays, and around 2:58 I stand by the door waiting for the "all clear" to lock the door. There's still a man in the back having trouble filling his prescription, but it all good because he's apologetic realizing it's nearing close. Well 3:00 rolls around and my boss give me the thumbs up.
Usually, if there's someone like the guy in the back, I just wait for him to finish up and unlock the door for him, and that was my plan today. But, as I lock the door, a car comes speeding into the parking lot, and parks right out front. Seeing as we have closed, I know I'm gonna have to tell this already pissed off looking old lady that she's gonna have to wait till tomorrow. Let her be referred to as RB (Raging B*tch) henceforth.
I unlock the door and poke my head out.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am but we just closed, if there's something in particular you're looking for it possible they have it over in (neighboring supermarket).
RB: What the hell do you mean you're closed? It's 3 o clock in the afternoon!
Me: Yes ma'am, we close at 3 on Sundays, I'm sorry for the inconvenience.
RB: can't you let me in to get my prescription really quick?
At this point, I can tell it's not gonna be good.
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry but we have closed and are no longer legally allowed to process prescriptions. You're going to have to wait until tomorrow.
RB: what about the man who's in there now? You don't seem to have a problem with him. let me in!
Me: He walked into the store around 2:45 and we are having trouble processing his prescription. As soon as he's done he will be leaving as well.
RB: it's only 3:05! Let me in!
Me: closed is closed, ma'am, I'm sorry
At this point I close the door and relook it, waiting for the man in the back to finish up. RB begins pounding on the door ordering to see my boss. Luckily he and the man just finished up, and they both walk up to the front door. As I unlock it for the man, RB tries to FORCE HERSELF IN to get her script. At this point, my boss steps in
B: Miss I'm sorry but we are closed now. You'll have to come back tomorrow for your prescription
RB: what the hell is wrong with you people, you're denying me my medication! I need it!
B: how many doses do you have left?
RB: enough to last through Tuesday but I
B: Great, see you Tuesday
He closes the door in her face, which prompts more shouting. As we leave and lock up the door, she continues screaming at us until we all drive off.
She was back today and got her prescription, somehow she survived through the night. hiturtleman
Don't Mess With The Rules
So, way back in college, I worked a summer job flying a register for a grocery store. This chain had a policy with your loyalty card; if there was an X-number on the back, you could cash checks at our stores and cashiers could use that number as an ID on checks for buying groceries. If it had a Y-number, then it was just a card that someone had and had almost no information on file.
It's my last shift before I go back to school. I'm standing at this register, counting down the last half hour when this woman rolls up with a big cart full of stuff. I get started, beep beep beep, and give her the total. She hands me a check with a Y-number written on it. I ask to see her card, thinking maybe she's just written it wrong. Nope, it's a Y-number.
Me: Ma'am, do you have your drivers' license with you?
Her: No, I don't have it.
Me: Okay, well, I can't take this check.
Her: It's got a Y-number on it.
Me: I know, I can't take the check if it has a Y-number, only if it has an X-number.
Her: Every other cashier always has.
Me: They shouldn't have. I'd lose my job if I took this. (that was my go-to answer to someone trying to pull this crap on me.)
Her: (starts screaming) Then YOU can go put ALL THIS BACK YOURSELF or you can TAKE MY DAMN CHECK.
Now, I'm twenty minutes from being done here. The managers love me, they think I'm funny, they're actually not happy I'm leaving. So, I figure, well, let's just have some fun with this.
So, I whip off my vest, throw it on the floor and scream back.
Me: DON'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, I QUIT!
I storm off to the office, take a seat and one of the managers looks at me, confused. I ask him to go out and talk to the woman at register 2, who's still standing there with her mouth hanging open.
He came back a few minutes later smiling.
Me: How'd that go?
Manager: Well, I told her you were right, and that she had just cost my best cashier.
This happened a few weeks ago. Over the summer before I head off to university I've been working at a grocery store to have enough money to live on. My job entails quite a few responsibilities but I'm mainly at the tills.
So I'm sitting at my till, halfway through a 10 hour shift. I'm about 15 minutes away from my break so that's pretty much all I'm thinking about. A pregnant woman walks up to the conveyor belt with a full cart of shopping. She has two young kids, one walking alongside and the younger one in the fold out seat in the cart. It's obvious that she is in a rush and has her hands full with the kids, so I offer to take the bags that she brought and pack the items as I scan them. She is very thankful but I tell her that it's no big deal.
This is where things got interesting.
She began to lift the younger child out of the seat because he was in the way of her getting the shopping. She turns him around to put him down and he proceeds to projectile vomit directly over all the shopping. I'm not talking a little bit of baby sick; more like Charlie in the limo in Always Sunny. This stuff just keeps coming, completely covering her shopping.
The woman was almost in tears, apologising as much as I think is humanly possible. I tell her that it's not her fault, after all there is no way to predict when your baby will be sick.
Now usually my team leader (pretty much my boss) would be there to help in a situation like this, but it was a very busy day and she was away dealing with something else, so I had to take charge.
Firstly I called the in-store cleaner to clean the sick from the floor and I closed down my till. Next I got a hold of my friend who was stacking shelves and got him (after some persuasion) to take the hazardous waste container that the cart had become through to the back of the store. I led the woman to some seats near the door and then asked if she had a shopping list, so I could go around and collect her shopping again. She said she couldn't let me do that, but I insisted.
So I grabbed another cart and raced around the store completing her shopping list. I'd been working there for about 6 days a week for 3 months by then, so I knew where everything was. I got everything in about 10 minutes and was back at the checkout. I got my friend back to help me unload and pack the stuff back up. All in all it took me about 15-20 minutes from taking the list to getting all of her shopping scanned through and packed.
I went to get the woman and told her that everything was packed and ready to go, she just needed to pay. She couldn't believe it! It was great to see the relief in her face after seeing her so close to tears. She paid for her shopping and thanked me about a million times before she went on her way.
I went for my break.
Fast forward to the present day. My team leader comes up and tells me that a lady wrote a letter to her about how I had gone above and beyond the call of duty just to help her when she was stressed. My team leader told me that if I ever asked her for a reference, she would just forward that letter, as it was the better than any reference she could ever give. I was just glad to make someone's day. baconandeggs17
Don't Care...Don't Care.
I watch over the self-checkouts at my store.
For a bit of background, my store has two sets of circulars with coupons people can get. One you have to sign up for and it gets mailed to your house. The other we have stacks of in our store that anyone can take. The one you get in the mail often has a coupon to get you two times as many rewards points which can be used to save on gas.
So on this day a woman came through self-checkout and at the end of her order she brought her mail flier up to me and asked me to scan her double points coupon. So I scan it and start tearing it out when she asks me to give it back to her so she could use it another time.
I told her I can't do that and have to take it from her after it's been used, even pointing out the text saying "LIMIT 1 PER HOUSEHOLD" on the coupon. But she starts arguing with me saying I can do it and that she does it all the time. I happen to see our store manager walking by so I flag him down to come help me out.
As I expected he tells her pretty much the exact same thing. I don't remember everything that was said but this is pretty much how it went:
Store manager (to me): What seems to be the issue?
Lady: I just asked him to-
SM: Hold on let me hear his side first. What's going on?
Me: She wants me to give back her double points coupon after I already scanned it for her. It says limit one per household on it though.
SM: It does say limit one per household. He has to keep it and be accountable for all his coupons.
L: But I do it all the time at [other location]! They even hand them out at the registers!
SM: Well they're not supposed to be doing that.
Me: Yeah it's just company policy, we have to go by what the coupon says.She argues some more, and the store manager says he'll go check the fliers we have stacked by the door to see if there's one in there she can have. We all know there won't be but he'll check anyway.
So at this point she's still with me while I'm trying to help people at self-checkout.
L: You know, the whole reason I shop at [store] is for the savings I get on gas.Me: okL: I mean, really, I just spent $150 here.Me: okL: But honestly after this I don't think I'm going to shop here anymore.Me: okL: *looks at nametag* No, [MY NAME], don't just stand there and say okay!Me: ...okL: Can't you just give my coupon back?! They really let me do this all the timeMe: no, sorry
I crumple up the coupon to hopefully make it more clear to her that it isn't going to happen. Store manager comes back and of course there wasn't another coupon in the circulars by the door. He asks her to come to the service desk with him and they'll see if there's anything we can do.
I thought that would be the last of it but I work in retail so of course it's not.
About 10 minutes later she comes back to me with one of the circulars from the door and shoves it in front of the screen I'm trying to do my job with.
L: I just want you to know that all of these coupons in here say one per household too.
L: Yeah but I bet you just zap them with your gun all the time and let people keep them!
L: You know what? Where's the boss? Call him over again!
So I pick up the phone to call him and as I'm talking to him she just walks away. Store manager comes down a few seconds later asking where she is and I shrug telling him she walked away. I tell him the general direction she went and he goes to look for her. He didn't find her.
I heard from one of my coworkers that the next day a woman matching her description came in asking cashiers at the registers if they had any double points coupons in their drawer. en256
I worked at my university's bookstore for two years as a register monkey. I say register monkey because "cashier" didn't cut it: we had to do anything our
handlers team leads told us to do, like trained monkeys. Our "bookstore" was about 30% textbooks and 70% "anything we can put our logo or school name on and sell for a 200% markup."
So, one slow summer day, I'm sitting and talking with the other monkeys, when an old man walks into the store. He looks to be about 80 years old, his back is bent and he can't stand up straight, and he's got a little crumpled piece of paper that he apparently tore out of one of those pocket notebooks held up to his face so he can read what he scrawled there. He starts looking in our apparel section and I leave him be--no one wants someone bugging them right when they start looking--but note that he doesn't seem to be finding what he's looking for. He looks for about 10 minutes before my handler tells me to go help him out. The following conversation takes place between me (ME) and the old man (OM):
ME: Can I help you find something, sir?
OM: Oh, yes, thank you son! I have these shirts I'm looking for... (He fishes out the crumpled piece of paper)
--He then lists six or seven styles of shirt, complete with SKUs from our website.
OM: And for each of those I need one in a 4XL and one in a 5XL.
ME: Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I don't think we carry those in those sizes.
OM: Well, could you at least take a look?
ME: Of course. Give me a few minutes to check the stockroom.
So I head to the stock room, knowing damn well that the largest size we carry is 3XL, and not many of those to boot. I actually do check, and sure enough, no 4 or 5X. I walk back out to the sales floor and see the old man on his cell phone. Almost like a cartoon, I can hear this high-pitched voice talking loudly even from about 15 feet away as I walk up to him. He excuses himself without hanging up and asks me if I found them.
ME: No sir, I was right. We don't carry anything that size. I'm sorry, can I help you find anything else?
OM: Well, I've got my boss on the phone--(He sheepishly gestures with his phone)--and she's a bit upset that you don't carry the shirts. Could you explain to her?
ME: Um, sure.
He hands me the phone, and I try to greet the woman on the other end, henceforth referred to as Cranky Fat B*tch (CFB), but she cuts me off before I get two words out.
CFB: Alright, I'm going to take this very slowly so you understand what I'm looking for. I need these shirts--(she lists the SKUs painfully slowly, asking "Did you understand that?" snootily each time). Now, do you think you could go get those for me?
ME: Yes ma'am, he told me what shirts you're looking for. As I was explaining to him, we don't carry those shirts in 4X or 5X.
CFB: Oh I'm sure you do. Now I need you to go get them for me.
ME: Ma'am, we don't carry those. We only carry up to 3XL.
CFB: Then I need you to order them for me. This really shouldn't be this difficult for you, you know. My husband and I would like to buy your shirts, and you should have the sizes your customers request.
ME: No ma'am, these shirts are not made in 4X or 5X. It's not just that we don't carry your size.
CFB: Okay, I'm going to explain this slowly again, you don't seem to get it. I need, four XL and five XL to fit me and my husband.
At this point I'm trying to restrain the rage building inside me like this woman restrains basic human decency and dietary regulation.
ME: Yes ma'am, I understand what you're looking for, but we don't have it.
CFB: Can I talk to someone who isn't slow?
ME: Unfortunately no, ma'am. We exclusively employ slow people. Can I help you find something else?
CFB, giving over to anger instead of her holier-than-thou attitude now: Alright listen here. I'm getting annoyed with you. Give me my shirts or let me speak to your manager.
ME: We do not carry your size, ma'am.
CFB: Now that is just rude! How dare you discriminate against my weight? Where is your manager! I--
At this point, the old man reaches out and plucks his phone from my hand. He's heard the whole conversation, because CFB had been screaming in my ear basically the entire time. He briefly tells CFB that he's coming back to the house, and they'll have to find something else, then shuts the phone.
OM: Sorry about that, son. She gets like that sometimes.
ME: I'm sorry if I've caused you any trouble. She seemed like a real treat. She always treat her family like that?
OM: Oh no, I'm not family. I'm her gardener.
OM: Yeah, and I'm done. The next time she wants to buy a shirt, she can roll her own fat *** down here and get it herself.
He walked out of the store as I laughed like a loon. My manager got a call that afternoon from CFB, and told her exactly what I had. She eventually filed a complaint with corporate about "fat discrimination" and was told to special order the damn shirts. I never saw the old man again, but God bless him, I hope he's somewhere her shrill little voice will never reach him again. NawtAGoodNinja
A Nice One To Round It Off
Anyway, some background information; one of my coworkers (C) and I get along super well. Like, we're the same person with similar senses of humor so when we work together the atmosphere is friendly and light. My manager tries to schedule us together because there's a legitimate rise in sales when me and C are together lol.
Like I said in my previous post my store is basically dead between holidays so I'm able to follow customers and help them one-on-one without having to worry about a line.
One day this lady (N for nice) came in and you could tell she had money. She held herself confidently, smelled like leather and flowers, and had designer clothes, and she was beautiful. So I greet her and ask her if she needs any help. She says yes and me and C walk over to help her.
We learned she's buying for a retirement party and a work anniversary party so we help her pick stuff out based upon her color scheme. I make small talk and learn her son is learning about noble gasses and his favorite gas is sulfur hexafluoride (makes your voice deeper. Opposite of helium) and I reply, "my least favorite gas is my dads." I know, it's a dumb joke but everyone loved it.
N was fairly short so she thanked us for helping her (I'm 6'0 he's 6'4) and asked where the retirement and gag stuff is. I point it out and offer to keep her two carts of stuff in the front which she thanks me for.
I stay up at the registers now because somehow a small line formed and I heard more chatting and laughing coming from C and N.
N comes up and cashes out. Nearly $450 worth of stuff! Our average purchase is around $30 so this was a godsend. I get to the end and scan a coupon (25% off entire purchase) and brings her total down about $120 and she almost hugs me she's so happy (she would have but she couldn't reach me lol).
I offer to help her take everything to her car and C holds open the doors for us and she talks the whole time about how she's doing all the errands today so she's sorry if the truck is a little messy. I say it's fine with a little laugh.
Guys, I'm not a car person but this thing was huge. It was the same size as a pickup truck with a cool hatchback trunk! AND IT WAS SOOOOO CLEAN. I climbed in and played Tetris around dry cleaning and groceries. Like, I legitimately climbed in at least 4 feet into the trunk.
She kept thanking me and complimenting me and C and asked for the number to corporate so she could compliment us. Unfortunately it's not on the receipts and I don't know it off the top of my head.
She ended up googling it herself and my district manager came in a few days later to thank us because the lady left a stunning compliment about us! mangoisNINJA
When you're working with kids, you never know what you're going to be dealing with on a daily basis. Are you going to have the delicate sweethearts, opening their hearts to learn?
Or are you going to be dealing with a sinister group of bee wranglers, who have suddenly set up a black market bee ring througout the school?Yes. That's a real thing that happened.
"Teachers of Reddit, what was the worst thing you had to confiscate from a student?"
Something can leave a lasting impact you think about for years after the fact without actually being physically or mentally scarring. Sometimes it just makes you question why you're doing what you're doing.
That's Not How That Works
"I had to confiscate hand sanitizer from a student who decided to drink it to get drunk and threw up EVERYWHERE."
"This actually came up in a chemistry lab. One guy heard sanitizer had alcohol in it and you could see his eyes light up. The teacher had to calmly explain why he'd probably die/get violently sick."
Thank You For Being So Hurtful And So Honest
"My wife is a teacher and one of her first graders brought her 2 hard seltzers because her mom said they’re good after a long day and she deserved them"
"Aww that's pretty sweet actually, even if inappropriate."
Remember that bee story from earlier? This is that time.
These stories are peculiar, odd to say the least, but mostly harmless to those involved. Unless you're a bee.
Black Market Bee Sales?
"When I was in fifth grade there was an active market in live bees."
"Some kids figured out that the weight of the average fifth grader briefly stepping on a bee, in the grass, would stun it for about a minute without actually killing it. They started going out in teams to scout bees on the field, stun them, and carefully scoop them into plastic sandwich bags -- they'd then sell them to other students who'd release them in classrooms to waste class time and scare people."
"You could get honeybees for 25 cents apiece. Bumblebees and yellow jackets cost more. Teachers and school admin started cracking down on this -- teachers literally confiscated live bees in plastic bags from students when found, and they eventually had to start having someone watch the field to catch students in the act."
Take It Off The Stove
"My mom has had stories about what's she's confiscated from lower elementary aged students (K-3). The usual prank items like woopie cushions, sure. But one time a student was playing with this weird box. The box was locked. So she couldn't put it in the confiscated bin. She put it on top of a cabinet. About an hour later, it starts ringing. Furiously. It took some doing to get the box open."
"Turns out, this kid's parent was a professional chef. So the kid had grabbed every timer in the house, set them for the max amount of time, locked the box, brought it to school, and played with it so it would get confiscated and ring loudly. Whole class erupted with laughter and screaming. A true agent of chaos"
"Preschool teacher here. I had to convince a 4 year old that his mom's wedding ring should go into a special box on the front desk instead of on the finger of a six year old girl he had a crush on."
"Later he brought in his dad's car keys, and a bottle opener."
We Found Nemo, Everybody
"The weirdest one was definitely the fish in a vase they found during locker checks. It was in an unassigned locker someone had added a lock to. Inside was a live Betta fish in about as large a vase as you can fit in a locker. Fully decorated. Someone had clipped a little book light to the top of the vase presumably so fish wasn't in the dark all the time. No one claimed to know whose if was or how long it had been there so it lived in the coaches office for at least that year."
Everybody Is Going Nuts
"A dead squirrel."
"I taught preschool at the time."
Kids are dangerous psychos, aren't they? Deep down? We're just meant to think they're innocent so we won't notice they knife they're about to stick in our backs.
Planning A Heist?
"Most dangerous: a knife from an 8th grader."
"Most annoying: different school than above, but a wifi jammer and a USB killing device from an 8th grader."
This Is Why We Shouldn't Give Kids Technology
"Not a teacher, but a bus driver. I had to confiscate a 5th grader's cell phone a few days ago, specifically because he was showing hardcore porn to first graders with it... Lots of phone calls that day..."
"My school banned 1st grade - 5th grade from having phones because the 4th/5th graders would constantly show hardcore porn to the younger kids... I'm starting to see a pattern here"
Ah, That Explains A Lot Of These Stories
"Penis shaped glass pipe with weed still in the balls/bowl. Mom asked if she would be getting it back or if the school was keeping it."
It's not your child, we promise. It's everyone else's kid that's bringing dead squirrels and phone porn to school.
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Abduction remains to be a horrific crime that can typically happen to women and children.
Curious to hear from those who lived to tell their distressing stories, Redditor mind_guardian asked:
"For survivors of attempted kidnapping. How did you escape?"
The following Redditor had very close calls.
Spontaneous Escape Plan
"Guy at a club and his mix of friends was insistent about coming back to a party, I politely declined. Didn't think much of it. They got increasingly aggressive about it, to a physical extent, and I left. Walking back home, I realized they were following me in their car."
"Dashed down the road through the mid-path of a packed apartment complex and just started yelling like crazy."
"No one actually responded or poked their head out or maybe they just didn't hear me. But it sparked the escape reflex of the creeps and I hid in a bush until my heart slowed down. Jumped the fence of someone's property -risky in its own right- wandered through a field, avoiding the main roads, and circled back to a side-street to home. Lucky I knew the area better than they did."
Offering A Ride Home
"I don't know sure what this was, but i was riding my bike home alone, cutting through a deserted middle school and high school parking lots during the summer time. A man in a station wagon pulled up and offered me a ride home. I never stopped pedaling, just said no I'm fine."
"He pressed several times saying he could fit my bike in his car, it was no big deal. I kept saying no. He gave up and left. Don't know if it was just a genuinely helpful guy (this was the late 70s or early 80s so it wasn't yet completely extinct practice that strangers might offer each other rides) or a potential kidnapper."
Up In The Treehouse
"My mum was always paranoid someone would kidnap us kids from the yard. We used to play outside while she worked from home, we were 10, 8 and 6 at this time. She paid our neighbours teenage daughter to sit in the yard and watch us. Mostly she just ignored us and read a magazine with her headphones on and Walkman playing, but she was nice to us. I remember thinking this was stupid and mum was right there anyway so why did I 'basically a teenage' need to be babysat lol."
"One day we were all up in our tree house being jerks to our babysitter and unplugging her headset cord while she was trying to nap. A man and woman came into the yard via the side gate. They started talking to my youngest sibling trying to get her to climb down. The babysitter screamed for help but no one came. She ended up throwing the ladder from the treehouse over our back fence into her own yard and made us all climb into her yard with her dog who was going insane at the fence."
"We ended up locked in her house and she called the police. My mum didn't hear any of the commotion from inside the house and she won't speak about it even now that we are all adults. Never complained about my babysitter after that though."
The Creepy Customer
"I don’t remember how old I was, just that I was small enough to fit into the kids seat on a grocery cart. This was the early 90s and my mom had taken me grocery shopping with her. I was sitting in the grocery cart while my mom was focused on picking out produce only a few feet away when an older woman swooped in between us and started pushing the cart away quickly. I recall her smiling at me and trying to make me feel comfortable while also making the 'shh' gesture with her hand."
"I did not feel comfortable and started making enough noise to alert my mom. She ran over and loudly yelled at this stranger that this child was hers. The most chilling part that I still remember was that she didn’t flee the scene and instead made a comment about how cute I was and calmly walked away. Before she disappeared down an aisle she took one last look at me and winked."
People who were actually abducted talked about how they got out of their situation.
The Elderly Hero
"It was the 90s in SE Asia. I wasn’t old enough to go to school yet so my grandma took care of me while my parents were at work. My grandma had a little convenience store and one day 2 men approached her. One was in his 30s and the other was an old short man with white hair. They were carrying those hand weave basket pig cage."
"They asked my grandma if I was for sale. She told them to bugger off. While my grandma was distracted, they snatched me and I was carried away. I was kicking and screaming until they knocked me out. One of the neighbors saw me and alerted my grandma. My grandma rode her bicycle down the main street looking for me. She argued and threatened them to get me back."
"If it wasn’t for my grandma and her stubborn fierceness, I wouldn’t be here. She passed away in 2016. Love you and miss you grandma."
"My wife told me that when she was just a teenager, she got in a cab and the cab driver just abducted her. He didn't take her to her destination, instead he took her to a hotel room. She was really scared but she kind of started playing along a little and pretended that she was interested and into it. Then he lay down on the bed, and she said something like 'Oh, I'm hungry. Can we order a pizza first?' and the cab driver said okay."
"So she picked up the phone, while she was dialing he wasn't paying attention so she disconnected the cable. Then she said, you know, I think the phone is broken. Let me go to the front desk to tell them, and I'll order the pizza while I'm there. So he says, okay sure."
"She went to the front desk and told them what was happening, they called the cops, the cops came and hauled him away."
Fighting For Life
"Was drugged at a small town bar, went to the bartender and asked what drink she had given me. She recited what I had ordered. I told her I asked because I'm not feeling well suddenly and it was like the world was spinning on its head. I sat at my seat because she said she hadn't seen anyone near my table/drink. Cool, whatever."
"It's getting worse and I feeling the worst I've ever felt in my life. I don't really remember what happened but a guy had led me outside and we were getting in a car. I remember hearing 'bracele' and seeing handcuff clink on my tiny a** wrist. My first response was scream, kick, anything. I already felt like vomiting and pooping so in my panic of scream and writhing around (drawing a LOT of attention from a closed car apparently) I stopped for a second and hear 'finally you b*tch' before I vomited all of the back seat, myself, and I threw myself forward to cover him as well."
"At this point I had no control between vomiting and screaming as loud I as could to vomit more, my drugged self was like 'it can't get worse for me' and I literally pulled my pants down and shat as my body saw fit. Guy never left the parking lot because of the commotion I raised."
"I remember hearing people banging on the windows and the guy freaking out, so I started screaming 'help' the best I could. The guy was arrested and charged with attempted kidnapping and drugging me with meth and fet that they found on his person. Blessed be the big man 'mike' who carried my vomit poop cover self to the gym (next to the bar) where they let me shower and change."
The Ultimate Betrayal
"My best friend tricked me into hanging out with her after I moved to another coast to be closer to her. Once I got there she introduced me to her 'friend' then slipped out of the house. When i asked about it he laughed and said 'you really thought she was your friend? She owes me money and you’re her payment. I’ve known about you for months. None of this was coincidental' then proceeded to pull up pics of me and conversations between them two."
"After a lot of initial crying and begging I told him I needed to go to her house to get my stuff and my phone. He told me he would get me all new stuff and I didn’t need it. Why would I go back to her. I immediately told him that he was right. I didn’t wanna go back to her. That he really saved me from her cause what kind of friend would sell me to someone. I told him that he was gonna take care of me and I knew that. I just needed my phone to let my parents know I was okay and wouldn’t see them for a bit or they’d get worried and file a report."
"After much convincing he agreed to let me go to her house around the corner to grab my stuff and come back. I took off running once I got around the corner. Had to take 2 busses and 2 trains to get home. I haven’t had a close friend since."
These Redditors recalled making a run for it before anything bad could happen.
Declining An Invitation
"When I was 8 years old (f) I had just moved to a new house that was directly across the street from the school I would be starting in just a month or two. I would sometimes go to the school and play by myself for a bit. One time I was headed back home when I was approached and surrounded by a group of boys in their early teens. They told me to come hang out at their house. I shook my head and tried to run home but was blocked. The second oldest pulls out a $20 and tells me that I can have it once we get to their house. I think for a moment and decline again but am blocked again from leaving. My heart is racing and I keep looking longingly at my house."
"The boy with the money holds it out to me and says to take it and he'll give me another $20 at the house, it's in his wallet, he forgot it. The oldest chimes in telling me I would be able to buy a LOT of candy with that money. I hesitate, and start to reach my hand out to take the money and then see my chance to run between two of the boys and escape. They yelled and tried to grab me but I made it home."
"I saw some of them on occasion but I always stayed far away and they seemed to have forgotten about me. I later learned that the house they were trying to take me to belonged to a drug addicted mother who was rarely home and her son's just did whatever they wanted."
"I was 12 and some guy was walking towards me after school. He said, 'Hey there kiddo, You remember me, don't you!? Mom told me to take you home!' I thought, 'B*tch, that's the oldest trick in the book!' My parents told me if this ever happened, one thing I could do was run to the nearest adult and yell 'Mom, Mom' or 'Dad, Dad' So that's what I did."
"A teacher was walking into the school and I said, 'Oh Dad, there you are!' The guy got TF outta there. I explained to the teacher why I did what I did. We didn't get his plate number sadly enough."
"It Only Takes A Second"
"When I was very little my dad took my sister and I on a river camping trip for a few days. We got to the little rural town at the end of the river where a buddy left our truck and trailer at the boat launch for us. My sister was old enough to sort of help dad with loading the boat (hold rope so it doesn’t float away while we back up etc) but I was too little to really do much so I started wandering around looking for stuff. I found a dead bumblebee and I really loved bumblebees so I decided to bury it in a little grave to pay respects. I found a patch of flowers near the edge of the boat launch, by the woods. I’m crouched down, completely absorbed by my trying to make a little cross for a headstone out of two twigs and a bit of grass, when suddenly I hear my dad’s deep, booming voice scream."
"He was a good ten yards away from me but it was so loud I could feel it in my chest and I jump and spun around towards him. He is already halfway to me, running. His face looks scary. He looks so mad, so focused, and he’s looking over my shoulder instead of at me. I run over to him, no idea what’s happening but scared that I’d at least get in trouble if I didn’t go over to him right away. He picks me up and puts both me and my sister into the truck to finish loading by himself."
"Apparently a man tried to take me. I never even knew he was there. Dad caught sight of him just as he began lunging towards me and scared him off. I wouldn’t have known until I was already gone if he hadn’t been so aware."
"Watch your kids, it only takes a second."
A Convenient Tool
"I was about 7 at the time, and at that time i thought it was cool to carry a pocket knife, well, one day i was riding my bike, and a man knocked me over covering my mouth, i grabbed my knife and stabbed him in the side and ran inside crying."
Listen To Your Gut
"I was 19 walking to work in the early hours of the morning in winter. I knew someone was following me for a little while and I was just praying I was making it up. Suddenly all the sh*t I have even been taught about self defence came forward. He grabbed me and pulled me."
"There was a moment when I turned to look at him and he laughed and it was at this point I pissed my pants. I was walking as close to the road as I physically could without being on it and I pushed my head down and then threw it back as quickly as I could."
"He fell and I ran in the middle of the road with my armsout screaming. Flagged down to cars. It was a very scary moment in my life and taught me a harsh lesson. Listen to your gut, even if you've done something 100 times if you don't feel safe you're not safe."
These and hundreds of other examples on this Reddit thread reflect the sad reality of the horrors of the crime that still happen to this day.
Hopefully, what the survivors did to flee from their traumatizing situations can be a useful reminder to always stay vigilant, whether it is for yourself or your children.
And when all else fails, always scream and fight for your life before the situation can get any worse.
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Budding chefs know a thing or two about what makes certain dishes taste so good.
Interesting points were brought up when Redditor onegrayhair asked:
"What culinary hill are you willing to die on?"
People shared cooking tips and how some foods should be prepared a certain way.
"Nachos should be built wide not tall."
"I hate when the chips at the bottom don’t have all the cheese and toppings, but the chips on top have too much. Balance is key to a great plate of nachos!"
Jaws Have Limitations
"We need to make burgers wider not taller."
"If I have to disassemble a burger to eat it, it’s missing the point, isn’t it?"
Just Let It Stew
"Homemade chili is almost always better the next day."
"And most soups and stews."
Add Some Zap
"Worcestershire sauce can work magic."
"Being poor isn’t a culinary crime. It takes talent to make cheap food taste as good as my mom did."
People had plenty to say about rating recipes.
"When you're baking from an online recipe, don't change three or four ingredients "to make it healthy" and then leave a one star review about how bad it is."
"Don't leave a 5-star review on someone's recipe while saying 'This was a great recipe... after I made these 10 changes!' At that point, you're not rating that person's recipe, you are rating YOUR OWN recipe. That person's recipe must not have been so good if you had to make so many changes."
"Also, don't leave a 5-star review on someone's recipe while saying 'This recipe looks great, I can't wait to try it!' Why skew the ratings when you haven't even tried it yet?"
Snobbery Is Tasteless
"Being snobby about food to the point where you're hindering someone else's enjoyment is not a positive personality trait."
Taste Buds Don't Lie
"If it tastes good it tastes good."
Some questioned others' capabilities in the kitchen while others straight up forbade them from doing something that is unfavorable.
"People who hate cooking with stainless steel don’t know how to cook with stainless steel."
There's A Dress Code
"DON’T WEAR YOUR APRON INTO THE BATHROOM."
"I've called people out for doing this. It's disgusting. This isn't a hill to die on, this should be common sense. People be dumb."
"I had to call a girl out again for putting a container of raw meat on a cold station."
"She complained that I 'always call her out on that.'"
"Yeah no sh*t, you're the only one tryna catch state health code write ups.'
"e/ she saw the post and I made her cry, oops."
Don't Interrupt The Cook
"Get out of the kitchen if I'm cooking. Out out out I don't want your help."
Not All Salads Are Good For You
"I live in the Midwest, I love the Midwest but just because you call something a salad does not mean it is healthy and an acceptable side dish to your main course. Snicker-marshmallow-mayo-whatever is not salad."
I don't consider myself a cook, but I do pat myself on the back for some of the dishes I do know how to make well.
One of those is Japanese curry. And while I can't keep from serving and eating what takes at least an hour-and-a-half to make, I do find that my leftover tastes infinitely better the next day.
I make a HUGE batch of curry sauce so I can continue enjoying it for the next few days. There's something about leaving it in the fridge and heating up portions at a time that really activate the spices.
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Adulthood has been pretty nice, I have to admit. I quite like it. But it isn't always easy and some lessons are more difficult to learn than others.
It's so important to learn how to budget, for instance, because being an adult can get expensive. Between rent, food, utilities, and other odds and ends, you'd be shocked how quickly money flies out the window. Understanding this (and keeping an eye on your finances) pays dividends in the long run.
But that's also assuming things go well or smoothly – unexpected expenses arise and those come with their own consequences.
People shared their thoughts after Redditor FrequentPilot5243 asked the online community,
"What is an adult problem no one prepared you for?"
"All your young life..."
"Lack of purpose. All your young life you are given a purpose of passing exams and learning, then all of a sudden you are thrown into the world and told to find your own meaning."
There is something to be said about how much of childhood was demarcated by time. You lose those markers as an adult and that can be a big shock.
"You can stay up..."
"You can stay up as late as you want. But you shouldn't."
Yep, better not do that on a work day. You'll regret it, trust me.
"I didn't know..."
"I didn't know that other adults have the emotional intelligence of teenagers and it's almost impossible to deal with logically."
Try working customer service sometime. You'll deal with these people all the time. I don't miss those days.
"No one really talks about..."
"Almost all of your friends won't be life long. No one really talks about how common it is to lose touch with people or grow apart. Most of your life will be spent either making new friends while losing old ones or being alone."
This is true and we all go through it. I have already gone through it several times.
"Being able to do..."
"Being able to do so many things because I'm an adult but too tired to do any of them."
It's amazing how much having to work sucks all your time and energy from you.
"You are held to account..."
"You are held to account for bad behaviour for which you are negligent even if you had no intention to cause harm. As a lawyer, I see this all the time. People don't think they're responsible for mistakes. You are."
This is a big lesson to learn and it's probably important to teach young children that they don't get away with their mistakes so easily.
"The intricacies of workplace politics."
This is a big one and can be a big culture shock the first time you start working. Not understanding workplace politics can make your life more complicated than you'd like.
"Figuring out what makes you happy. Everyone keeps trying to get you to do things you're good at, or that makes you money, but never to pursue what you enjoy."
Unfortunately, so many of the things that bring people joy aren't necessarily the things that will make them money, and that really gets to the heart of unjust our system can be.
"I always thought..."
"One adult problem nobody prepared me for is how expensive everything is. I always thought that as an adult I would be able to afford the things I wanted, but it turns out that's not always the case! I've had to learn how to budget and save up for the things I want, and it's been a difficult process."
Learning how to budget properly is a valuable lesson. Those who don't learn it have a hell of a time as adults. It's harder than it looks.
"You may have heard..."
"You may have heard from your older relatives that when you get older, it'll be your turn to take care of them. You never really understand just how much it takes until you're in that position."
As someone who has done it, it was perhaps the most difficult thing i have ever done – and there was little, if any, support. It's a big wake up call.
No one ever said life is easy. Hopefully learning, accepting, and anticipating some of these struggles will make your life easier.
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