So I work at the local newspaper, and the entire 3 block radius around us is named after the newspaper. We’ll call it “NEWSPAPER CENTER.” The other day, I had an elderly man come in, expecting to get an MRI (which of course, we do not do.) I inform the gentleman that he is looking for the hospital across the street, which is where things get crazy.
ELDERLY MAN: ”What do you mean, I have to go across the street?”
ME: “Well, this is the newspaper, sir.”
ELDERLY MAN: ”Well they said to come here so I did.”
ME: “I’m sure they meant the NEWSPAPER CENTER, and not the actual newspaper, but if you go across the street-“
ELDERLY MAN: “I don’t understand why you can’t just help me!”
ME: “I’m sorry we are the newspaper we don’t actually do that here-“
ELDERLY MAN: “I CAME ALL THE WAY HERE CANT YOU JUST DO IT ANYWAY!!??”
ME: “But sir, if you just go across the street to the hospital, since we aren’t a hospital we don’t have that equipment-“
ELDERLY MAN: ”YOU USELESS BITCH NO WONDER NO ONE IS IN THIS LOBBY THEY CAN”T DEAL WITH YOU! YOU ARE SO UNHELPFUL I HATE YOU”
Elderly man leaves in a huff, albeit slowly since he is on a walker, and I’m just standing there like, did you really just turn into a toddler and say that you hate me?
Just another day as a retail slave...
--Lowly Newspaper Slave