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A drunk customer last night called my female co-worker "sir." I had to spend the next 2 hours reassuring this 50 year old woman that she didn't look manly (she does), and listen to her tell me over and over that she has tits.
- Anonymous

Once when I was interning for a state representative a constituent called and yelled at us because it wasn't raining enough. He thought the state should cloud seed over his neighborhood because all of their plants were dying.
- Amy, Southwestern University

I work at Best Buy, and the amount of UNBELIEVABLE stupid questions/requests that I get are borderline unforgivable to the point where I want to give up on humanity. Case in point, A guy walked up to me with a Canon ink cartridge, looked me dead in the eye, and asked if it was a webcam.
- Otto, School Not Given

I waited on a woman who was breastfeeding her kid while drinking a Heineken. Later, when I went to clear the table and collect the tip, all I got was a dirty diaper that she left in the booth after changing the baby at the table.
-Greg, School Not Given

The company I work for paid a feng shui "expert" ten thousand dollars to come instruct us what colors to paint the building, and now they can't pay me my weekly salary for 8 weeks.
- Javier, School Not Given

I used to work at Olive Garden near Disney World. Tourists would come
in and get pissed because we couldn't speak Italian.
-Jake, Alabama

I got robbed, at gunpoint, while working at Little Caesars in high school. F*ck pizza, pizza.
- Dan, School Not Given

I worked at a nursing home to get through college, where there was a patient there who was there for being obese (over 500 lbs). About 2 times a day, he'd drive his Rascal into the bathroom (that was literally 4 feet from his bed) and go poop. After, he'd flick on the help light which meant somebody got to go wipe his ass for him. And more often than not, that'd be me. And he'd say "get in there, get real deep" whilst I was doing the ass wiping. Finally, we gave him a stick with a wash rag on it and told him to do it himself. The original Comfort Wipe.
- Anonymous