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Most BIZARRE Rude Thing That's Ever Happened to You?

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NEDESAPIO:
I'd be interested in knowing what is the most bizarre rude thing that anyone has ever said or done to you:  by this I mean words or actions that were completely inexplicable, that made you think the person who said/did them must have been just clueless.

For instance, a really bizarre thing happened to my mom last year.  I can swear this story is true; my mom doesn't exaggerate or make things up, and the person who was with her backs her up.  She and my uncle (her brother) were eating in D.C. at a very popular Italian restuarant.  My mom paid the bill, left the tip, and was getting ready to leave when the waiter who'd served them approached.  He was a young man in his mid to late twenties.  Standing in front of my mom, this guy then proceeded to get down on his knees before her.  In a whining voice loud enough for everyone sitting near to hear (they all began to stare), he said to my mom, "Wasn't the service all right?"  Totally puzzled and embarrassed, she answered, "Yes, the service was fine."  It turns out that the waiter thought my mom had not left him enough of a tip; he went on to ask her, in the same loud, pathetic tone, for more money.  She and my uncle simply turned and walked out.

She did contact the restaurant management about this weird waiter; they told her they'd "look into it," but she never heard anything further.  Edited to add:  She hasn't seen that waiter working there again since the incident, though, so he may have been fired.

Cupcake Fiend:
When I had Thing 1, I would often BF him in public.  I was always discreet and no one ever looked twice at me.

Except one time.

I had been shopping in a store that happened to have a lounge area set up outside the entrance to their restrooms.  Thing 1 got hungry so I took him to that area and started to feed him...discreet as always - everything covered up.

This woman walks by us to go into the rest room.  And stops, and stares at me.  Actually, glares is a better word for it.  Just looking at me like I was something smelly and slimy she'd found on the bottom of her shoe.  For feeding my child -- in a place that had been specifically set up for this type of purpose.  Finally she continued on into the restroom.  I was far too shocked to say anything at the time, although I did think of some good comments about 3 hours later.

I never sought out one of those areas again...and I never had a negative BF experience again after that one either.

Rei-chan:

OK I think I've got one.  I was working at a clothing store last year, doing markdowns on a low shelf, so I was sitting on the floor.  A man came up to pay, and my coworker (who was new) asked me a question about a procedure, so I stood up.  The man looks at me, smiles and says "So, when are you due?"

I reply, "Due for what?"

He says, "You know, DUE."

Again I say "DUE FOR WHAT?"

Finally, he gets it.......I may be overweight, but no I AM NOT PREGNANT.

I turn to go back to my markdowns, and he mutters "Well, you don't have to get mad about it!"

At this point, I turned, smiled, and replied:

 "Well, how would you feel if I said that is a LOVELY toupee you have there!" and went about my business.

gjcva1:
tonight at the grocery store was a pretty good example.  i'm minding my own business, checking out.  DH has already left to get the truck after we finished shopping and were checking out.  i ask the cashier for a carton of cigs.  she gets them and is scanning them, and behind me i hear "i hate when people buy cigarettes in front of my children."  i glance over my shoulder, there's a dad, and the kid he has with him is so small he can't even see the conveyor belt.  so i doubt he knows that i'm buying something evil.  my comment: "i've been an example to my kids, it's not my job to raise yours."  response was "oh i'm sorry, i must have been thinking out loud, i didn't mean anything by it, not at all!". BS.  i answered, you better work on that internal talking thing, cause it doesn't seem to be working.

now i'm almost done checking out, and i have already felt the crumb cruncher with said dad behind me pass by because he grabbed my coat as he passed.  this really cute little guy was watching a really annoying little girl who was behaving very badly (and i know he was trying to figure out how to play the same game). now i'm ready to leave, but i know exactly where this little boy is when behind me i hear "Ethan, Ethan, get back here, you're about to get run over by that lady's cart and it will hurt!!!"  i'm sorry, i turned around, put my hands on my hips, and looked at this dad....his reaction?  "oh i didn't mean YOU, i didn't mean that YOU would hurt my little boy!".  um, excuse me, you just told your son that i was gonna run over him with my cart as i was leaving the checkout line!!!!

Lysitheia:
Oh, the Greeting Card Wars:

In 11th grade the history class was distance learning (meaning the teacher was at another school and taught us via real time internet). His name was Mr.Smith. Mr.Smith was a seriously cool guy (he was in a rock band, I kid you not). Mr. Smith had once mentioned not being an organized religion person, his discomforts with formal belief systems, etc.

One of the girls in my class was named Leeza. Leeza's family owned Tinytown. They were  fervant members of a certain church. Leeza had  few social skills, could be pushy and obnoxious, etc.

Mr. Smith's beloved mother died very suddenly and he took a week off. I offered to get a card for us all to sign, and found a nice secular one that said somethig like "Sorry for your loss." The day I brought it in, my classmates mobbed to sign, and most wrote something like "I'm sorry for your loss, Mr. Smith". All the sentiments were lovely and  totally acceptable. The aide also signed and wrote.

Leeza comes in with a card she brought. It's full of flowery, overtly religious language. Also, you could only sign your name; she stood there and watched to make sure people put just what she told them. Okay, fine. She sees my card and does not sign it. She approaches me later:

"You know, we should only send one card.  You shouldn't have let people write things in yours, that's wrong."

She kept going at me until I finally said "I'm sorry you don't like it, Leeza, but I'm sending the card and that's it."

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