Boss: "[Coworker], you said you had two sons."
Coworker: "That's right."
Boss: "Didn't you say you were going to bring them?"
Coworker: "I did!"
Boss: "Wonderful! Where are they?"
Coworker: "Under my desk?"
This takes place my Senior Year of High School. One of my best guy friends has started dating a girl who has taken an instant dislike to me. Going so far as to tell my friend not to talk to me anymore even though I am like a sister to him. My friend’s girlfriend and […]
My coworker is a drama magnet; she always has a problem with someone and wants to include anyone and everyone who will listen to her complain. Today, she is mad at her sister for not answering her phone. We are about to start a meeting when she sits beside me.
A customer walks up holding four large tins of cat food that are heavily discounted.
Customer: "These are on sale, right?"
Me: "Yes!"
Customer: "Perfect. My dog will eat anything."
A customer comes up to the counter holding a phone charger.
Customer: "This is $24.99 here. I found it for $1.83 on Temu. You guys price match, right?"
I try not to laugh.
Eavesdropping Coworker: "Wait, did you say you had dogs?"
Coworker: "Yes, I have two."
Eavesdropping Coworker: "And you're going to get rid of them… right?"
Coworker: "Uh… no? Why would I do that?"
I work in a second-hand store. Basically, everything in the store is donated to be sold to raise money to help those in need. We'll take most things, but sometimes we have to turn things away, like in this phone call:
Summer is the reward students get for successfully completing another year of educational excellence. Or for partying all year and flunking out. (Nobody said life was fair, kids.)
So while graduation season may be over, I think it's time our bakers had a little summer schoolin'.
Bakers? Welcome to "How-To-Spell-'Congratulations'-101."
I can see it's going to be a long day.
Alright, let's practice: C-O-N-G-R-A-T-U-L-A-T-I-O-N-S. See? Now you try.
I dare you to read that aloud.
("Comgratatum?")
Try again.
G, you shouldn't have.
No, really.
And don't think I'm not on to your latest scheme, bakers. You know, the one where you just pipe a heap of scribbles halfway through the word and hope no one notices?
Cheater.
The best part is how you can still clearly see those last two are misspelled. Next time just chuck some High School Musical flotsam on there.
At this point, even I have forgotten how to spell it. I would "COHGRADULITTE" you, bakers, but I don't think I can handle that level of irony.
Let's try a new approach: just shorten it to "Congrats!" That's easy enough, right?
*sigh*
What is wrong with you people?
For a wild, hopeful second there I thought this had something to do with comic conventions starting up week:
"Watch out for those Con Rats!"
...but then I realized I it was a different kind of "con." Rats.
Well, you've all failed the course, bakers. So, hey, get out there and continue collecting a paycheck for brutalizing the English language! Woo! Yeah!
Oh, and kids? Stay in school. Or don't. Honestly, your bakery manager probably won't give a con rat's @ss.
Thanks to Nancy H., Jessica E., Julia L., Michelle W., Meghan H., Amanda N., Julie D., Elizabeth B., & Bailey for the pep talk!
*****
P.S. Here's a (hilarious) reminder that English is almost as confusing as these cakes:
My six-year-old son is autistic and loves buses. We're waiting for the bus to the hospital for a speech and language appointment when he suddenly states.
Son: "I want to drive the bus, mummy."
Younger Man: *Calmly.* "It's really not seen as taboo anymore. It's basically wearable art. I can show you the piece I've designed with the artist."
Older Gentleman: "I don't care. I keep telling you, tattoos are classless and ridiculous. How will anybody take you seriously? You'll look like a thug!"
I log on to find three phone orders from the same client, all of which are for $0 phones on new two-year contracts. I pull up his file and see that he is currently on a two-year contract that he's only been on for a few months.
I figure this is possibly just him looking to add a few lines to his account (though in my experience, those chances were small).
(My family and I are taking a car trip to Greenville when a Fiona Apple song comes on the radio.) Song: “I’ve been a bad, bad, girl…” Brother: *from the third row, in an extremely sultry voice* “Mmm, spank me, Daddy.” (Everyone in the car cracks up. My dad turns around and glares at my […]
One day, the fire alarm went off. No warning, it just started howling. I'm the designated fire safety guy on our staff, and I have drilled the students (and staff) to exit calmly whenever this happens, using THE NEAREST EXIT. This is important, otherwise we end up having 350 people all trying to leave by the main exit, which will increase the time it takes for everybody to exit the building, up to fifteen minutes instead of less than two.
My husband’s siblings are not the most in-shape people out there. Their parents are from the mid-west so they are really picky eaters, preferring greasy fast food over more “exotic” foods like apple cider and artichokes. Their roommate, who is a health nut, is trying to expand their pallet but that is a story for […]
The next significant concern is the check-in process. You are asked to type your full name on a touchscreen. You are given a full, large-print QWERTY keyboard to touch on the screen.
This is a confusing process for many. One person shouts letters at the screen. Another believes some letters of the alphabet are missing. Some touch too lightly, while my mother presses too hard, spelling her name with an enthusiastic EEEEEEEEEEEEEE. The space bar exists, but no one can find it.
(At the local pool there was a high diving board. High for me, at least; I was about 8 years old. Keep in mind that even in my 20s, people thought I was 12, so I’ve always looked really young for my age. I wait patiently all the way up the line until I reach […]
Customer: "Oi. Got anything like a burger?"
Me: "We’ve got crispy aromatic duck or barbecue pork. Closest we’ve got to a burger is a pork bun. No fries."
Customer: "That’s mad. What kind of restaurant doesn’t have a burger?"
Me: "A Chinese one. At five in the morning."
Dad: *Sheepishly.* "We’re just looking to cool down for a bit. We won’t be in the way."
Me: "That’s absolutely fine. The AC doesn’t check receipts."
They stand quietly near the fans and cooling units, clearly just catching their breath and letting the kids sit for a minute. No fuss. Another customer marches up to the checkouts.
Customer: "You really just let people hang around without buying anything? They’re hogging all the cold air."
I’m shelving travel guides when two customers walk over and start flipping through a Europe travel book.
Customer #1: "Okay, so we’ll do London, then hop a train to Barcelona."
Customer #2: "Wait, can you even take a train under the ocean?"