Stupid Bosses

I work at the front desk of a small, privately owned hotel in Rochester, NY. I was really excited when I started working here last August. The hours line up well with my fiance’s, the pay isn’t terrible, and I thought it would be interesting and not too stressful. That was until I found out that I was expected to work 8 hours without any kind of a break (I’m grudgingly allowed to eat a quick dinner at the front desk while I’m working). My boss (as well as most of the guests) treats me like a servant and never talks to me. He might say “hello” if he’s feeling particularly benevolent.

Stupid Laws

Stupid Laws in Connecticut…

Town records may not be kept where liquor is sold.

You can be stopped by the police for biking over 65 miles per hour.

In order for a pickle to officially be considered a pickle, it must bounce.

It is illegal to dispose of used razor blades.

You cannot buy any alcohol after 9pm or on Sundays after noon on Sunday.

Stupid Laws in Devon Connecticut…

It is unlawful to walk backwards after sunset.

Stupid Laws in Guilford Connecticut…

Only white Christmas lights are allowed for display.

You aren’t allowed to cross a street while walking on your hands.

You may not educate dogs.It is illegal for a man to kiss his wife on Sunday.

Stupid Laws in New Britain Connecticut…

It is illegal for fire trucks to exceed 25mph, even when going to a fire.

Stupid Customers

(Confronted by a customer with an extremely high pitched voice and impenetrable Highland accent. This is one of those tiny old Scottish women with a headscarf nailed on and muscles like steel wires. They are a common sight in the East of Scotland, and are almost immortal. Only the slow action of the wind off the north sea will gradually erode them.)

Me: “That will be £***, please.”

Old Lady: “Areyenamerican?”

Me: “I beg your pardon?”

Old Lady: “Ah sid, are ye Namerican?”

Me: “I’m sorry, I missed that.”

Old Lady: “Are… ye… an… American?”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. I misheard you. No, I’m English.”

Old Lady: “Oh… why?”

(I have spent much of the last three years trying to come up with a satisfactory answer. As yet I have made no progress.)

Stupid Customers

Me: “Hi, can I help you find anything today?”

Customer: “Yes, I’m looking for a book.”

Me: “Great–any book in particular, or a specific genre? We’ve got a large selection, and are able to order almost any book from our warehouse if we don’t have it in stock.”

Customer: “I just saw it on TV this morning, and I knew it would change my life.”

Me: “Uh…ok, was it on Oprah?”

Customer: “No, it was on that other show.”

Me: “Okay, do you remember the title or author?”

Customer: “NO! IT WAS ON THE TV!”

Me: “It’s very difficult to look for a book without a title or author. Do you remember what it was about? Was it a religious book? We might be able to search the shelves.”

Customer: “IT WAS ON THE TV THIS MORNING! GEEZ!”

Me: “I understand that, ma’am. Can you give me anything that might help me help you find the book?”

Customer: “Where is the book? I’d know it if I saw it. It’s got a red cover.”

Me: “Well–tell you what. I’m not able to help you find it today, but feel free to look around.”

Customer: “Why can’t you help me? IT WAS ON TV! DON’T YOU PEOPLE WATCH TV?!”

Me: “Ma’am, I work in a bookstore. I like to READ.”

Customer: “FINE! I’LL GO SOMEWHERE WHERE THEY KNOW WHAT I WANT!”

(The customer storms off as my manager comes out and tells me she’s glad that I handled that; we both break into laughter.)