Stupid Customers
(I’m 19, and look fairly younger than that. I teach at a dance studio. I’m standing at the receptionist’s desk when a woman walks in.)
Customer: “Hi, I missed registration yesterday and I need to register my daughter for a beginning ballet class.”
Coworker: “Okay, you actually lucked out, we have a space open in [other co-worker]’s class.”
Customer: “Yeah, but I really want her in [my name]’s class…can you arrange that?”
Coworker: “Well, okay let me…”
Customer: “Hang on.” *turns to me* “Sweetie, what are you doing here? It’s incredibly rude to eavesdrop.”
Me: “Well, I–”
Customer: “Where are your parents? And why didn’t they teach you any manners? You think you can just stand here, eating up this lady’s time. I have a job! I have better things to do than watch you listen to me!”
Me: “Hi, I’m actually [my name]. You wanted to get into my class?”
Stupid CoWorkers
Associate #1: Why did you do that?
Associate #2: Do what?
Associate #1: Well, I was whistling, then you started whistling just as soon as I did.
Associate #2: When?
Associate #1: Just now. Are you trying to out-whistle me?
Associate #2: Out-what?
Associate #1: Out-whistle, out-whistle. I started to whistle, then you started doing it, only louder and faster and with some annoyingly catchy song.
Associate #2: I was just whistling.
Associate #1: Is this a competition? Are you competing with me?
Associate #2: I – ah – I don’t – I don’t understand what’s happening.
Associate #1: You. Whistling. Stop it.
Associate #2: Ooookaaaay…