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⌈ Secret Post #2948 ⌋

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Re: Weird encounters

[comma_chameleon]

I once got yelled at a patient (family member?) in an elevator at work once because she spoke to me in Spanish and I don't speak more than 'hello' 'how are you' 'I'm fine' in Spanish.

She went off on me about how it was a disgrace to my heritage that I didn't speak Spanish, etc etc. I didn't know what to do except stare at her wide-eyed and try and explain a) I don't speak Spanish because there is no Spanish ancestry on EITHER side of my family tree and b) pray the elevator got to my floor soon so I could run away.

Back before I drove I used to take the bus to one of my jobs in the next town over, and I don't know why, but EVERYONE always wanted to talk to me/tell me their life stories, despite the fact that I would always have my headphones on and a book in my hands. It was really weird...

When I was in college I misplaced my dorm keys so I retraced my steps to the mall where I'd just been, and stopped at the greeter in Wal-mart to get her to 'sticker' the DVD I'd just bought so they didn't think I was shoplifting--since I just had it in my purse, not a bag.

Her: Is this a return?
Me: ... no, I just bought it. I'm looking for my keys and I just don't want to worry about people thinking I stole it.
Her: You should have a bag.
Me: I know, I'm sorry, my milk was leaking so I left it with my dorm check-in desk.
Her: Well... you really should have a bag... *stickers the DVD reluctantly*
Me: Thank you. *starts to walk into the store*
Her: *mumbling under her breath* You really should have a bag.

I think that was the point where I got Mall Rage™. It was 30C, my keys were missing, my milk was pretty much wasted/spoiled, and I was honestly ready to throw my shoe at this woman's head. XD

On the topic of wrong phone numbers, we had someone call for nearly seven years for 'Claire' at 778-XXXX when our number was 775-XXXX. Regularly. Like, once a month. More than once I suggested they put the number on speed dial or something...