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It happened AGAIN, ft. Wholesome Ending
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Some of you might remember my last post from
about a month ago where I met Gina the Thundercunt
at an Australian hardware store, and my overwhelming
excitement at finally having something to
post in this sub.
Well my friends, in a stunning twist of fate
that left me more than a little shooketh,
it happened AGAIN, within a month.
I’ll tell you now, however, this story has
a much, much more wholesome ending than my
last tale.
This post won’t be anywhere near as popular
as my last post because there’s no sweet
karma and no irate customer, I’ll tell you
that ahead of time.
I was wandering about a rather well-known
Australian store that sells…
Entertainment?
I guess?
Electronics?
Just fuckin everything, games, laptops, phones,
TVs, movies, some of them even sell fridges
and washers and shit.
They’re once again kind of the only name
in the industry in Australia, so not surprising
that I was there.
I was killing time wandering about looking
at laptops, which I absolutely don’t need
but I like to keep up with what’s being
released because idk it’s fun?
As I’m playing around with one of the new
Microsoft Surfaces, I hear a voice beside
me saying “excuse me”.
I look around to see the smallest woman I
have ever seen, can’t have been more than
four and a half foot at MOST, looking very
confused.
She asks me if I can please help her with
something.
Now it’s worth noting that this particular
store’s workers don’t have uniforms as
such, they just have to wear relatively clean
clothes and a lanyard with the store name
on it.
I am definitely sans-lanyard, but this woman
is clearly a minimum of 80 years old, so I
give her a pass.
I immediately know that I’ve once again
been confused for a staff member, which kind
of fills me with trepidation, but then I say
“sure, how can I help?” since I’m technically
not actually doing anything and the staff
seem fairly busy, in that I haven’t had
someone come say “hey can I give you a hand
with something?” in like 20 minutes, so
I figure they’re rushed off their feet.
This lovely woman has been nothing but polite
so far, so I’m inclined to return the favour.
She tells me she’s looking for a computer
so she can send emails and do the video talking
with her kids and grandkids back in Pakistan.
She tells me her name is Maria, which doesn’t
strike me as a particularly Pakistani name,
but I googled it when I got home and apparently
it’s actually pretty common.
Maria is from a town in Pakistan that I immediately
forgot the name of, and she came over to Australia
in the 80s with her husband for work, leaving
behind her (grown) children.
She’s been back to see them several times,
but she’s getting too old to travel and
wants some way to keep in touch with them.
I ask her how she’s been contacting them
before now, she tells me she phones them,
and also her husband had a very old desktop
computer that they used for emails and such,
but the computer has recently died, along
with, most unfortunately, her husband.
She’s alone, and wants to be able to talk
to her family.
So we go looking for laptops.
She likes the look of a few of the fancier
ones, but I determine that literally all she
wants is emails and Skype, so there’s absolutely
no point spending $2k on something with great
capabilities when she can get what she wants
for like $500.
She eyes a 15” MacBook Pro, which I tell
her I have and love, and so she’s keen for
on, so I have to talk her down from spending
$3000 on technology she doesn’t need.
Turns out she’s fuckin’ loaded, who’d
have thought.
After about 20 minutes, eventually we settle
on a 14” HP Pavilion x360, because she likes
the touchscreen, which retails at $799 AUD.
There’s cheaper touchscreen laptops out
there, but not many, and I figure spending
at least a little bit more might be worth
it for future-proofing and general life expectancy,
although if I’m being honest I fully expect
this laptop to outlive her.
I ask her how she connects to the internet
at home, and she tells me she has no idea,
the old computer just did it.
I have no idea if she has wifi at all, so
I give her my number and tell her to call
me if she needs help setting it up, seeing
as I’m still off work, bored, and relatively
good with technology.
Since we’ve decided what computer she wants,
I finally wave down an actual staff member,
who comes over to help.
Maria tells the salesperson that I have been
very helpful and she gives me a sort of bemused
“wait, do you work here?”
look, then takes off to get the laptop from
wherever they keep them.
I spend a few more minutes with Maria chatting
about her kids and whatnot.
The salesgirl comes back with the laptop and
takes Maria to the counter, and when I don’t
come with them she’s like “Oh, are you
not with her?”
I say no, I was just browsing, but I had some
time to kill.
Maria thankfully didn’t hear this, so she
just thinks this store has awesome customer
service, and I’m happy to continue that
charade, because they usually do and I don’t
know how to explain that I don’t work there.
And then everyone in the store clapped, and
they gave me a free Nintendo Switch for being
so nice.
No, they didn’t, nobody cared.
But the salesperson did say thank you to me,
and Maria gave me a weird sort of half-pat
hug type thing, and went off with her new
laptop, looking pleased as punch.
Overall, a much more pleasant, if less exciting
experience than dealing with Gina.
I will come back and update this if she calls
me to set up her wifi, which I’m putting
the odds of happening at about 1:1 because
seriously guys she was so old.
Roid Rage at the Supermarket
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So, a bit of personal info I'm 16 yesrs old,
male, short curly hair, freckles rather bad
acne, 5'8 rather skinny, I look about 14.
I was at a rather popular supermarket, Shmasda
(not sure if I can name drop actual companies
here) pixking up a few essential for my mum,
milk, cheese, bred etc: when suddenly I hesr
a loud crash, I think nothing of it trolleys
are everywhere but then I start to hear shouting,
like furious shouting and swearing so I look
over and there's this 6' fucking ABSOLUTE
UNIT (99% sure he was on steroids) screaming
at this 63 year old woman.
Which pissed me off and me, being the dumbasss
I was , decided to try and diffuse the situation
by yelling "Oi mate!
Leave her alone you wanker!"
(In my mind I was just thinking, attract his
attention away from the small frail granny).
So now this guy comes storming up to me and
apparently, this guy in his blind red hot
seething anger mistook my Navy blue 2 piece
suit (I go to a fancy college) for the black
cargo pants, black and green shirt with the
logo written on the front uniform.
He then proceeded to push me and I was expecting
to get absolutely battered but instead he
grabbed my student ID badge ripped it off
and stormed away.
About 5 minutes later the manager comes back
with the roid rager, now having calmed down
and pointed to me and said "yeah!
That's the fucking big headed cunt!"
And the manager looked him dead in the eyes
and said "sir that's a child, we don't employ
under 18s here.
(As if that was the only problem with me but
whatever) And the guy went absolutely ballistic,
screaming and wailing bashing on walls and
freezer doors and in the end the police had
to get called in to subdue the guy.
And that's how I learnt what roid rage truly
does to someone.
PS:I forgot the essentials, whoops...
Get on the bus NOW
L
Oldish story- a bit of an "I don't go there"
and "I DO work here" hybrid
Apologies for format and all that.
On mobile.
To set up, I'm in my late 20s and I have chronic
baby face.
I also work with school groups - they come
to me for service field trips.
So I have this group of kids (14-16ish), and
they are great.
I go through my whole intro with students,
teachers, and chaperones present and the whole
project goes off without a hitch.
The class sits down to have lunch on site
while I finish up some of my work before packing
up to head back to the office.
Usually the classes are gone by the time I'm
done, but apparently there were some stragglers
in the bathroom and a VERY agitated chaperone
(Chap from here out) was trying to wrangle
up the last few kids.
I don't remember the conversation exactly,
but it went something like:
me walking out of the woods with my pack of
gear
Chap: "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?
You are in BIG trouble for wandering off.
Get on that bus RIGHT NOW!"
I look around and see no kids near me
Me: "Are you talking to me?"
Chap: "Does it LOOK like I'm talking to someone
else?
Get on the bus NOW.
We are leaving!"
Me: "Uhhh....I'm not a student.
I work for [redacted] and led the [redacted]
class?"
Chap: "At your age?
Don't be silly.
Get on the bus or I will call your parents"
Me: "It was lovely working with your school
but I really gotta go...
"
Not gonna lie, I booked it to my work truck
and got out of there.
She just stood there gaping like a lost fish.
I have no idea how she didn't recognize me
from earlier when I was leading the field
trip, but I guess she was just frazzled since
they were running late.
Tdlr: Got mistaken for a 15 year old while
teaching 15 year olds.
I'm apparently a very accomplished 15 year
old.
My doppelgänger works at a Target, apparently.
Meta
I went to a target and am clearly in the middle
of doing some massive grocery shopping.
It was for me and my two roommates; one was
sick and the other was working that night,
so I had them make a list so I can pick it
up for them and they'll look at the receipt
to pay be back later.
I was double checking the lists to make sure
I got everything they asked for when I felt
a tap on my shoulder.
I turn and see a grumpy looking woman.
"I've been looking for someone to help me
over in the women's clothing department for
30 minutes."
She tells me.
I look around for a moment confused.
One because clearly I'm not an employee, and
also the grocery section is on the complete
opposite side of the store from the clothing
departments.
"What am I suppose to do about that?"
She scoffs at me.
"You work here, come help me!"
"I don't work here."
I say, still confused.
"Nonsense!
I've seen you working here!
Come help me or get one of your co-workers
to come help me!"
"I've never worked here, and I don't know
anyone who does work here, so go find an actual
employee."
"Don't lie to me!
Help me or I'll report you, and you'll be
fired!"
"I can't be fired from a job I don't even
have, dumb*ss."
"Excuse me?!?!
You can't talk to a customer like that!"
"I don't work here, and I'll talk to your
rude *ss however I feel like, now kindly go
f*ck in the direction of off."
I walked off but she followed me, screaming
at me.
I made it to the check-out lines and I purposefully
went to the one with the casher wearing a
button up instead of a polo shirt, cause the
managers always wear the button ups.
"Ma'am, are you a manager?"
The woman asks before I can even say anything.
"Yes, is there the problem?"
The manager asks.
"This employee of yours cussed me out!
I want her fired!"
"She doesn't work here."
"That's bullsh*t!
I saw her working the other day!
Her name is ______!"
That's when the other cashier in the other
lane turned around at the sound of her name,
and made herself known.
I wish I had a picture of that lady's face
when she realized her mistake.
Apparently me and that employee looked almost
identical, save for my eyes being grey-blue
and hers were light brown.
We even had similar hair cuts.
Edit: For those asking:
The lady quickly walked away too embarrassed
to say anything, and the doppelgänger, the
manager, and I all laughed at the situation.
Unfortunately, I moved away soon after this
because I graduated from University, so I
didn't really get to become friends with the
girl who looked just like me, but man I totally
should've got her on insta or snapchat or
something.
I remember her first name was Hannah, so if
you're a Hannah that works at a Target in
Florida and this story rings a bell HMU I'd
love to reconnect!
Also, to all the people saying you love the
phrase "go f*ck in the direction of off,"
I got that from some random video I found
on YouTube a few years ago; I normally say
"f*ck off," and when they didn't I would follow
it up with the "go f*ck in the direction of
off," and then "off is the direction in which
I am telling you to f*ck."
Have fun with those, can confirm they are
very fun to use.
Are you calling me fat?
I am very, very overweight.
Many years ago, I was in the supermarket,
standing in front of the shelves with the
sweets.
Next to me was an elderly lady, browsing the
shelves, seemingly confused.
She looked at me, clearly realised I was not
working there, slowly let her eyes wander
down to my tummy and back up again, and then
she asked a question which roughly translates
as: "Do you have any expertise regarding chocolate?"
I do not remember what she was looking for,
or what her actual problem with the shelves
was (it was a small, barebones shop; so not
like there was an overwhelming selection),
or if I was able to assist her - all I remember
is her checking my build and deciding that
I might be the right person to ask for sweets-related
help.
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