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Post by Alexander The So-so on Sept 5, 2019 18:28:46 GMT -5
Here’s another one:
Early in my time teaching English in Japan, I started doing one-on-one lessons with this particular student/customer: a typical Japanese older salary man; short, balding, liver spots on his head, big glasses, some missing teeth (with the remainders looking tobacco-stained), has a pretty standard office job, married with grown kids, etc. But he was friendly enough toward me, so our first lesson goes well, and I look forward to seeing him next week.
The next week comes, and I greet him as usual. I make small talk, asking how his weekend was.
He casually and, without a hint of any self-consciousness, starts telling me about how he spent his weekend going behind his wife’s back so he could meet up with his mistress at a hotel room. He shows me a picture of his wife and talks about how old, nagging, and boring she is, and goes into way too much intimate detail about how much he likes meeting his mistress for sex. Before long, he was turning the topic over to me, asking me “how is your sex life?” Tommy Wiseau-style.
I nodded, smiled, and quickly said oh wow, look at the time, time to begin our English lesson today.
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Post by Nickybojelais on Sept 6, 2019 21:09:54 GMT -5
I run a Bookies, and could write a novel about my experiences in the betting shops over the past 14 years. Just this past week I've had my bandit screen shattered by an angry homeless man under the influence because I wouldn't let him into the toilet so that he could, in his own words, 'fix up', and also had to assist police with inquiries about an 80+ year old man who keeps shitting into a takeaway box and leaving it on my shop doorstep with words cut out of newspapers telling me that I am the spawn of Satan. Ok, I'm a little bit nervous now because last week I told a homeless drunk man to "try the bookies" because he was asking if our shop had some toilets that he could use. Is your bookies located in the North of England? Because if it is I will become really worried that I'm actually responsible for this!
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Post by arrogantmodel on Sept 7, 2019 0:07:46 GMT -5
I'll do another positive one:
Same job, same casino. I'm waiting tables one night. In my buddy's section, right next to mine, there is a couple. Probably late 50s, and the wife obviously has some sort of neurological disorder, so the husband is helping her with her food and feeding her.
One of my tables, the wife asks if I have their table too. I say no, that it's my buddy's table. They tell me to let him know that they want to pay for their dinner. I say, "Oh, do you know them?"
The wife says, "No, I just think that is beautiful. He's here with his wife, standing by her, and loving her no matter what. Could you please get me their check, and don't let them know."
So I go in the wait station and tell my buddy what my table wants to do, and I am fighting getting choked up. He is blown away like I am at the compassion and generosity on display.
So he prints the check, gives it to me, and I drop it off at my table. It was like maybe a little less than $30. The wife says, "I'd like to add a desert." I tell her, "Don't worry about it. I can get them a free one, no problem." So she pays for her and her husband and the other couple, and she leaves a very generous tip for me and my buddy.
Eventually, my buddy's table asks for their check, and I see him explain what happened. The husband is visibly emotional, covering his mouth, hand on his forehead, etc. My table had left, not wanting any kind of thanks or acknowledgement. My buddy lied and said he didn't know who had paid their check.
So again, after getting treated like garbage by the overwhelming majority of our customers, sometimes they would restore your faith in humanity.
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Post by Limity (BLM) on Sept 7, 2019 0:28:10 GMT -5
I run a Bookies, and could write a novel about my experiences in the betting shops over the past 14 years. Just this past week I've had my bandit screen shattered by an angry homeless man under the influence because I wouldn't let him into the toilet so that he could, in his own words, 'fix up', and also had to assist police with inquiries about an 80+ year old man who keeps shitting into a takeaway box and leaving it on my shop doorstep with words cut out of newspapers telling me that I am the spawn of Satan. I will buy your book.
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Post by government mule on Sept 7, 2019 1:52:26 GMT -5
I run a Bookies, and could write a novel about my experiences in the betting shops over the past 14 years. Just this past week I've had my bandit screen shattered by an angry homeless man under the influence because I wouldn't let him into the toilet so that he could, in his own words, 'fix up', and also had to assist police with inquiries about an 80+ year old man who keeps shitting into a takeaway box and leaving it on my shop doorstep with words cut out of newspapers telling me that I am the spawn of Satan. Ok, I'm a little bit nervous now because last week I told a homeless drunk man to "try the bookies" because he was asking if our shop had some toilets that he could use. Is your bookies located in the North of England? Because if it is I will become really worried that I'm actually responsible for this! Haha no, fear not, I'm about as Southern as you can get (Brighton). We have quite the recreational drug problem down here so I have to be a little harsh because clearing used needles out of my toilet is not the fun part of my day!
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Post by Nickybojelais on Sept 7, 2019 14:55:07 GMT -5
Ok, I'm a little bit nervous now because last week I told a homeless drunk man to "try the bookies" because he was asking if our shop had some toilets that he could use. Is your bookies located in the North of England? Because if it is I will become really worried that I'm actually responsible for this! Haha no, fear not, I'm about as Southern as you can get (Brighton). We have quite the recreational drug problem down here so I have to be a little harsh because clearing used needles out of my toilet is not the fun part of my day! Phew. I'm glad you didn't say Leeds. From now on I promise that I'll never send anymore suspected drunks to a betting shop ever again.
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