Story 2 reminded me of the time I ordered a table and lamp from very high end catalog (a company that still exists) in about 1993…so back before customer service was outsourced to prisons and Asian countries and mail order was actually connected to US businesses. I received duplicate items of my phone order. I called the company and went round and round, me asking how to send the extra items back, until the representative finally said to me, “Ma’m, we don’t make mistakes.” Okay, fine, I said. We still use those tables and lamps.
"Prisons in Asia," LOL I love it. I get a kick out of the Indian, (as in India), scammers trying to sound like they are from other countries. Sometimes I answer them if I am driving and I am bored. I can drag them on for miles. If I am at home, I will not answer these scammers. If it is someone that is real, they will leave a message. I even got a Social Security scammer from Canada. LOL
Story 4 is exactly what happened to my husband. We own our own cafe. My husband had made a Carolina reaper jam. One day an old couple came in and the old man requested hot sauce with his burger. But he was rude and yelled at my husband that he could handle anything. My husband tried to tell him that the house made sauce was very hot. But he was told to shut up and do what he was told. All the chefs watched with glee as the man bit into his burger. His whole body went red and he was sweating and crying. But ate it all and was very sheepish after the fact. His wife on the other hand was laughing and thanking the cooks for pulling him down a peg. I always say never f**k with people who cook your food
Story #5: if the manufacturer relies on a single CNC part so much, they should have a second CNC machine, and a second machinist. If that CNC machine breaks down, they're in big trouble!
You are absolutely right. But in real life, this happens more than you think. Many years ago, I worked for a a company where that exact situation existed. The company wanted another CNC and operator, but the parent company kept overruling them, saying it was too extravagant. We only existed to to make money for them.
@@kenkahre9262 Yeah I've heard that from my father for many years. Job he was at he was certified as a Tool and Die Maker and things went well for many years. Then management changed and they tried to have him run trouble calls while having the fresh machinists do his work instead, I guess to try and save a few bucks on labor. You can imagine how well that went. Needless to say that plant and most of the other locations are no longer around.
My sister worked in oncology for a long time and ran the show (she was a nurse practioner and the doctors had her doing almost everything). They tried screwing her over and so she quit and not long after, they were forced to retire early as they could not find anyone who would do everything my sister did at the pay they wanted to give. Moral of the story: don't screw over the one running everything or the one who is the ONLY worker who knows how to do a specific job🤦♀️🙄
I'll say there are times I want spicey or very hot things to basically kick my ass. Its like paying very little for .......ahem........ ya know that kind of thing 😂😂😂😂 with coal black clothing.
My ex use to do something similar, always complaining about the lack of spice; one night for a family meal out he was moaning about how the meal was going to be bland, I'm not sure if it was serendipity but the restaurant accidentally left a full pepper (cooked) in the dish that he bit into before realising it was there. He had actual tears running down his eyes and I was laughing at him for the rest of the evening, didn't feel sorry since he always complained, he was overdue a reality check 😅
My grandparents lived in northern Thailand from the 1950s to the mid 1970s. At that time, that area was home to the world's hottest peppers (now that capsaicin enthusiasts have gone wild breeding super hot peppers like Ghost Peppers and Carolina Reapers, that's no longer the case). One of the many tribes that lived in the mountains and jungles was known for liking unusually hot food, even by northern Thai standards. In the early 1960s, the Peace Corps, which was then fairly new, sent an officer out to this tribe to help them modernize. The young gentleman they sent was very nice and very committed to what he did, but he did have one flaw: he was very proud of the fact he could eat any hot food ("the hotter the better!" was his motto). He was the son of a Mexican mother and an American father, and had grown up eating his mother's cooking, which was considerably hotter than what most people in Western societies ate at the time. He was briefly a guest with my grandparents on his way to go help the tribe. My grandparents later heard from the tribe what happened at the feast they held to welcome him. As their custom was when an outsider visited them, they gave him a generous amount of specially prepared food that was far less hot than what they usually ate. The Peace Corps officer noticed this, and asked about it. "Outsiders can't eat our food," the village headman explained. "It's too hot for them." "I like hot food!" the Peace Corps officer replied. "The hotter the better! May I please have some of the same food you normally eat?" "Very well," said the headman. He spoke with the tribespeople serving the food, and they brought their guest a generous serving of the food they ate. The officer started eating enthusiastically, but within a few seconds, he stopped and started shaking slightly. Tears were streaming down his face. "Is anything wrong?" the headman asked, hiding an amused smile. It took a few attempts for the officer to speak, but when he did, he gasped "It's nothing important! I'm just very touched by your hospitality!"
Fluff himself had the best story in this video. May his old neighbor rest in peace, when or if he has passed. The last story reminds me of my childhood in Ohio. Dad would order minnows (tiny little bait fish) by the dozen. The clerk would scoop out a net full. Dad was *never* stupid enough to demand a count.
Creaky floor story: they should have invited her in to walk around a bit. Maybe she would have realized that OP wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.
I have a neighbor like that and she complained every time my daughter got home from school or every time I got up to do house work we even had a tiptoe around and she still complaining about noise it got so bad we moved out
What do Americans use to separate floors? In my country, it usually ceiling board, concrete slab, and floor board. The story sounds like Americans only use floor board to separate floors?
Story 1:Boss was lucky OP gave him the uniform. If I was shown that level of disrespect, I'd walk home with the uniform still on and use it to roast marshmallows when I get home
@@TheEDFLegacy the Labor board and OSHA are an employee best friends. January I found out that after years of trying to get my former employer looked into for the horrible child abuse, it was my pulling together employee injury reports that got the place closed down. Forget HR, go to OSHA.
#5: When you decide to piss off an employee, better make damn sure they're not "load-bearing" (read: _absolutely critical_ to the operation of the company) because if you pick the wrong person, you'll be the one getting shown the door before they will. Also, any business that depends on a single person for its continued operation is one accident away from collapse. There should never, ever be a single point of failure in any business.
Story 3: "... the building we're living in is old, it's around 20 years ..." I've read that as I'm sitting in my grandma's house that's from the 19th century and I just couldn't stop laughing 🤣 OP's concept of *old* is obviously different than mine. Though it sounds more like their building had been very cheaply built. Sounds indeed super annoying.
Made me laugh too as I'm currently in Rennes Brittany, not too far from a few still inhabited historical buildings from the middle medieval period almost a millennia old
I loved your story about the 70 yr. old man living above you who came and asked your mother why you had been so quiet. He said he loved hearing you having fun because it made him feel less lonely. That broke my heart. But I'm glad you could give him some enjoyment.
I wouldn't ask for anything spicy in that manner while anywhere in Australia, they tend to prefer mild food. I would've taken her for a snitty and a beer, best option over there.
Story 3: I once had the misfortune of having an assistant manager move into the apartment below me, and she proceeded to have the maintenance staff install some customizations for her. The breaking point came when they were installing a ceiling fan in her living room late at night, pounding nails into what was essentially my floor. I decided to drag a chair over that location, stand on it, and then jump down, landing on my floor with a tremendous thud, that must have shook half the building. I didn't hear another sound from them that night, and it was never mentioned after that. Story 4: I've been known to eat some mighty spicy food, but who in the world does that on a first date? Was he trying to make sure he DIDN'T get a kiss goodnight?
I love your story of the old man living in the floor under yours, Fluff. I hope if he's still alive, he's having a good time. And if he's not, he passed into the next week with a smile on his face.
Story 2. We bought a new garage door at Lowe's (surprise!) a couple years ago. It was delivered and Brother in law installed it in like 2 days. 6 months later we got a call from Lowe's telling us that our garage door was ready to be picked up. We told them we already had the door and had had it for 6 months. They said there must've been a mix up and apologized. Less than a week later a Lowe's truck showed up at my house with....a garage door! 🤦♀️ . And no, we didn't take it
Story 3: I've had neighbors like that before. I always walked lightly and wore headphones. When someone would act that way to me I'd stop using headphones and walk a little louder than normal. If they pounded on the wall or ceiling I'd pound or jump hard enough to shake pictures off the wall. They always stopped eventually and I went back to my normal quiet self.
My dad had a neighbour like that in one appartment. When he bought the appartment he did some fixing up and the downstairs neighbour came screaming that it should be quiet after 18:00 the rule is that until 22:00 you don't have to worry about the noice. His reason was that he wanted to watch the news at18:00
And to celebrate your story is this from Ogden Nash, The People Upstairs: The people upstairs all practice ballet Their living room is a bowling alley Their bedroom is full of conducted tours. Their radio is louder than yours, They celebrate week-ends all the week. When they take a shower, your ceilings leak. They try to get their parties to MIX By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks, And when their fun at last abates, They go to the bathroom on roller skates. I would love the people upstairs wondrous If instead of above us, they just lived under us.
Story 3: Creaky floors are not something fun to deal with, but I tell you, banging the ceiling/floor probably isn't the right way to deal with the noise, like it could further damage it. Honestly, Karen will probably mess with the wrong new neighbor and then wonder why she is on the floor with a blackeye
Did I miss so,etching with the lady banging on her ceiling? These nice people loved on the 3rd floor but I read she lived on the 1st floor - is this a typo or have I misheard.
Were I OP, I'd develop a sudden passion for Irish Clog Dancing, wearing Brogans! Day and night, seven days a week. To the Hot Place with that rabid Karen.
@@huntjl88 I do apologize. This happens sometimes when I’m trying to listen and also do something also. I appreciate the correction. Through years of living in apartments in Phoenix I’ve never lived in an actual apartment building with several floors. We just didn’t have them many years ago. So I never had people above, below or both! Just some shaded walls.
Story 3 - I once lived in the bottom floor of a 3-floor apartment with a loud noise policy in the lease. It was one of the reasons I picked the place. Once I had immediate upstairs neighbors that stomped all the time and slammed doors at all hours, plus had oversize dogs (that weren't allowed per the lease) that they let it run and rough house at all hours too. It made me to never want to share any walls with anyone ever again! The worst neighbor was one that lived two floors above me, but they kept having parties that I could hear clearly in my apartment two floors below. He pulled attitude on me when I asked him to keep it down one day, because "it's a special celebration with my family, we can be as loud as we want!". I think his mama heard him yelling at me, because not long after I heard everyone leaving and he never had a party that loud again!
Story 5: 100% ALWAYS have redundancy for VITAL roles. Anyone can drop dead at any time in a freak event, so you should have at LEAST 2 people trained to do each vital role. Having said that, if you identify that one role is of vital importance to your work and the ones doing that role do it well and without complaint, give them a little leeway. Good honest work deserves reward.
On the same token, IDIOT bosses should be fired the first time that they take it upon themselves to micro-manage a good worker. The worker has needed qualities, the micro-managing boss has none.
I feel bad for this guy, sure its great job security and he has them by the peanuts when it comes to salary negotiation; but since he's so valuable I doubt he's able to use any vacation time he accumulates and taking sick days must be a b^tch. Yeah, company definitely needs at least another couple of people to get trained in making this part.
Having been an "indespensible employee" myself finding myself on the "short list" to be let go, I can commiserate. And, NOBODY is indespensible. Irreplaceable, yes. Doom on the company. 😉
Decades ago, I was the anesthetist at a spay/neuter clinic. The clinic had two Veterinarians and my assistant. One Monday, I stated feeling ill with symptoms of Bronchitis (which I was very familiar with). I told the director that I believed I may be getting seriously ill and may not be in the next day. She demanded to know now so I told her that I was taking off sick and probably will be too sick for the rest of the week. The next day, I was seriously ill with a 102 deg F fever, congested, hurting, not breathing well. In the early afternoon, I got a call that the worst had happened and a dog died during surgery. They were desperate for me to come in and help finish the surgeries. I did. I told them there was no way I would be in the rest of the week so they canceled all surgeries. Even with 2 Veterinarians, they couldn’t handle the surgeries. Months later, when the director and her girlfriend pulled a little powerplay, I handed in my two-week notice. My assistant quit on the spot. The animal organization asked me to train my replacement, someone who had no knowledge of animal health, surgery or anesthesia. I refused to train her. They were closed for a month before they found a replacement.
@@jpbaley2016 Good for you for standing up to their "power play!" Two times in my 45 year career as a heavy equipment mechanic, the management pissed me off so bad that I just walked off the job. One of them was caused by the Richard Cranium head of HR. When I went in for my exit interview, I told him that he had better hope that I never get an incurable disease. He then said, "and why is that?" I replied, if I have 3 weeks to live, you have 2." I then turned around and walked out of his office, gently closing the door behind me. He pissed off many people at that place of employment. BUT, we did have our Karma. He was promoted to the head office, you know corner office, private secretary, the whole 9 yards. One day his Boss walked into his office, and he and his secretary were committing an act that should not be done in an office for sure. They both got fired on the spot. LOL The other time the shop Forman decided to flex his authority for something that I had already taken care of, just like I told him the night before that I would do first thing in the morning. When I gave him the keys to the back gate and the shop later that day, he said, "This is not what I wanted." I answered, "Just what was it that you did want?" I am 75 years old now, and I do NOT regret either of those times.
*Story 2:* I once had to contact a company after my $150+ order of high end clothes got lost in the mail system for over two months when the package usually arrives in 1-4 weeks. The company was more than willing to send me a replacement despite not being at fault and lo and behold! The missing package arrived 2 days after the replacement. Even though it was the shipping company's error, they let me keep both packages. I offered to pay for the replacement and they denied me. No company is going to sue you for recieving more than what you paid for. Even if the error was made by a third party. They will not punish their consumers. Just take the free shit.
Free mower? My in laws ordered the biggest riding mower they carried for their farm from Sears. When it was delivered it had the wrong engine on it. They had them take it back and bring the correct one they ordered. Two weeks later a brand new mower was delivered with the correct engine. They tried for two years to pay for it but every payment they sent in was returned to them. They finally got a letter from corporate telling them the mower was paid in full. No wonder Sears went out of business.
Story 2: Amazon made that mistake with me when I ordered a snow blower, the fun bit was that we used points to purchase it so the cost came out to $0.40. A week later they sent us a second one, we called and asked about it and they told us that they would issue a refund if we shipped it back to them, so in the end we got paid $400 to own a brand new snow blower.
In the late 80’s I ordered a leather chair & Ottoman. Charged it. When it was delivered I wasn’t home. G/F accepted it. I came home & saw it was not the right model. I called & explained, no problem. Several days later the correct model arrived & the other chair was returned. Then my credit card bill arrived. I saw that the store canceled the cost of the chair. I now had a free chair & ottoman. I thought about that & called the store. I explained their mistake. I looked at my receipt & provided the chair’s code number & cost. They thanked me. Next credit card bill & still no charge. I called the Store again this time asking for a supervisor. I explained everything again. The supervisor took down my information & thanked me for my honesty. She said matters would be dealt with. New credit card & still no charge. I called again. I explained again. The person I was talking to seemed confused & I was placed on hold. After waiting over 20 minutes I just hung up. Well, I tried. I still have my free chair.
It never ceases to amaze me how many stories I hear of men overtly bragging and acting arrogant in hopes of impressing women, but the woman is never impressed and often uncomfortable by it. You would think they'd figure it doesn't work by now.
When I was younger I quit my first job in a similar way, I guess they figured we can get this girl to do what ever. And I did have that quick whit. So I told them yeah, no, I'm quitting right now, stripped to my bra and panties and walked out. And made a few comments on the way out that yeah, pricks won't fix the AC so this is the only way you can work back there. I was that girl that had tons of friends, didn't go out of her way to piss people off, but also mischievous. I could start a crap show at will at any time I wanted.
Story 2. After trying to set the story straight for 3 weeks, I would have done the same as OP. Lowes dropped the ball several times. Story 4. I hope his ass burnt for a week, hat`s off to the chef. Story 5. Bobby rules!🤣 Don`t F with Bobby!!
Story 1: I had a manager fire me for drinking free soda at the gas station I worked at because I didn't bring my own cup. I had used a free water cup we hand out to customers to drink soda when my blood sugar went low. She fired me and asked for my uniform and name tag back. So I took off the name tag and dropped it in the trash can, then tore the shirt off Hulk-style. I then went home shirtless in the middle of winter and enjoyed every freezing second. The look in her face was priceless.
Having the blood sugar drop isn't good, I know from living with low blood sugar, which isn't fun especially when it can drop fast and hard. I'd have in their place rather seen you use a paid cup for drinks, get that soda rather than risk calling an ambulance due to the drop in glucose levels. If I were the owner that manager would have been walking down the street talking to themselves.
@@vernonharden Unfortunately, it was a big chain gas station owned by Kroger. They could care less about my health, especially since they look at situations like this as stealing. Appreciate the empathy, it's in short supply these days!
water does help but it's very temporary. also who orders milk when on a date to help ease their pain after bragging xD that's admitting defeat right away.
Pretty much anything dairy-based will work better than water and much better than anything carbonated. Milk works well, but ice cream, sour cream, cottage cheese, yogurt or even ranch salad dressing will cool the burn. Fresh raw vegetables are also an effective remedy, and are the traditional way that Thai people deal with a bite of food that has a little too much "bite" to it.
My upstairs neighbors have a dog who likes to play a lot, I can hear him running around all the time, it makes me smile to imagine this dog playing around and just being happy.
I lived in an apartment, 2nd floor, and learned very quickly to walk softly. I can even run softly. I live in a house now but I still have soft steps. It freaks family a friends when I'm around them because I'm too quiet and sometimes scare them on accident. I've even been threatened with a bell.
I used to have a credit card with Lowes. The number of problems that we had and the frustrations that arose from it, was too numerous and aggravating to recount here. And the credit service department not only totally unhelpful, but unsympathetic as well. Whatever Lowes gets, they deserve.
Several times at a fast food drive through they have tried to give me food that I did not order. I decline and tell them my correct order. As for the apartment nut, we lived in an upstairs apartment with my disabled brother. The downstairs neighbors would bang on the ceiling if you dropped a book. My brother would be shaking while standing up. This made the chair “stutter” as he was standing and they were banging! This only made my brother very self conscious and embarrassed when he did nothing wrong!
I have a similar tale to #4, only it's a friend in a gathering and not a restaurant. Back in the "before times" of pre-COVID, my family used to throw after-church get-togethers for our church group, and they were generally pot-luck affairs. (For those that are unfamiliar: everyone that likes to cook and can afford to do so brings something - no obligation though as it's all about the camaraderie and not the cost!) One of the regular attendees of our parties loves hot food. She's a little Southern black lady who grew up on soul food, and loved spicy food but her heat tolerance was higher than typical Southern soul food fare which usually tops out at jalapenos. So, at every get-together she'd ask for some heat. Well, my brother is non-reactive to capsaicin - he can literally use natural capsaicin-based pepper spray as a condiment and routinely ate million-Scoville hot sauces without breaking a sweat - _and he was growing his own pepper garden._ She asked him if he had anything with some punch to it. He replied with "how much punch would you like?" She got cocky and asked for the hottest thing he had. She didn't know that he was growing Dragon Cayennes, Savina Habaneros, Bhut Jolokias (aka "ghost peppers"), Scotch Bonnets, and was trying to get his hands on a Carolina Reaper plant or two but hadn't found any yet. He handed her a Dragon Cayenne. These were a special hybrid cross of Thai/birdseye and cayenne that were roughly 50,000 SHUs instead of the typical 5,000-ish you'd get out of a jally. That was the _weakest_ pepper he was growing - his Bonnets were well north of 100k, and Bhuts were half a million or so a pop - but he figured it would be safer to start at the bottom end of the curve so as to not straight-up _kill_ this little old lady just in case. She sliced it up and stuck it on her food. And then took a bite. And then discovered her heat tolerance was _not_ what she thought it was. That pepper lit her up like Independence Day fireworks. I'd wager from her facial expression that she felt like steam was coming out of her ears and her hair was catching fire. The sight of a black woman turning bright red was well worth it, and her kids and grandkids that were there for the spectacle were dying from laughter because she always bugged them for spicier food as well. After downing about half a gallon of sweet tea and several slices of heavily buttered bread she could speak again, and was terrified to hear that he gave her the weakest thing he was growing and the actual hot end of the scale of his garden would be _over twenty times_ more powerful. She never again asked my brother for anything hot, even though she attended several more of our shindigs before COVID essentially put the stop to socializing.
It wasn't a lawn mower that I got. Me and some friends over at Arby's restaurant. The employee there where rude to us. They were trying to get everybody to rush and order their food. Plus we had to tell him three times what we wanted. After we ordered the food we went to the table to eat what we ordered. Just got done eating. One of my friends went to throw all the trash away. We all set back at the table and discuss what we're going to do now. Before we left they brought a bag full of the same stuff we just got done eating. We're going to tell them we already ate. They told us we had to take it and go cuz they don't like rude customers. We just took the food and left. Any other time I don't let them know about there mistake. But I figured I'm not telling them nothing since they were rude to us and made us Rush what are order. Not to mention repeat our order three times cuz they kept getting it wrong. I think they got what they deserve.
I once visited a Petco where the feeder crickets had gotten loose and were all over the store. Seeing them flitting about and driving the dogs insane made me wonder just what had happened....
A rat snake got loose at the store up the road from me. They pretty much scoured the place multiple times. I think they finally found it in the dog beds, where they had already looked before.
2nd story:. I wish our upstairs neighbors were this considerate. They are constantly dropping something very heavy that clangs and sounds like it's going to fall through our ceiling. Then they start running up and down the stairs over and over. I think they're working out. Okay. It wouldn't be so bad if THEY DIDN'T DO IT AT MIDNIGHT WHILE IM TRYING TO SLEEP!
The neighbor in the third story is insane. I get that it sucks moving into a place where the floors are shite, but being obnoxious about it inevitably garners bad will. Had a neighbor like this as a kid. I was warned and watched to make sure I wasn't stomping, but this hag still tried to put her broom through the roof if I even took so much as a step. In the end my mom told me to have at it, and spent a weekend stomping around herself. In the end the lady below us cut it out for a while, and anytime she got obnoxious again, we'd remind her what us stomping 24/7 ACTUALLY sounded like.
Heh, I had a similar Overtime story in the past. I was basically the only person able to use a complex home-made application to generate reports every-day. I always stayed late to make sure the thousand reports where correctly generated, so that in the morning every-one had their files to work with... until that day where my "new boss" decided that it was unacceptable to be 10 minutes late in the morning, and I got a blame for it. So, I stopped doing Overtime, and the reports were not ready in the morning, causing thousand of dollars loss everyday. My story ends differently: after the meeting, my "new boss" decided that he would do the reports himself; and he did... badly... all the reports were wrong. He never managed to get them right. They told him to step back and leave me alone after that. After some months of work, I improved the application so much that it became easier to generate the reports, and I didn't have to do OT anymore.
You wonder about Mr. "Steak a la Scoville" on the next day? When you asked that, all I could hear was Johnny Cash singing "I fell into a burning ring of fire..."
The spicy guy: I'm not sure he fully learned his lesson as he said "could've been hotter" after suffering🤦♀️ I hope he pulls the same crap elsewhere and they make it even hotter than OP did LOL
Ok, confession: I ordered a $100 blow dryer from Ulta, and set it for curbside pickup. First time I had ever done that. It was a smooth experience, no problems at all. A couple days later I got an automatic email that my item was waiting to be picked up. I thought that was weird, I did pick it up. I ignored it thinking it would work itself out. A couple days after that, I got another automatic email saying my order had been cancelled, and there were no charges. So I went in my bank account and looked at the transactions, and sure enough, there were no charges for Ulta. I guess the store forgot to complete the transaction in their system, or there was a hiccup in their system when they did complete it. Well....I got a free blow dryer I guess. 🤷♀ Should I have gone back? Probably. Did I feel like it? No. I did my part, and they made the mistake. I'm sure Ulta (a multi-million dollar company) won't go out of business over $100, or lose any sleep over it.
I recall my cousin telling me when I was a kid that you need to wear gloves while cutting birdseye peppers. Mmmm.... the OP in the chili story did good~
I special ordered 2 new tires from a big box store's online website and had them installed in their local auto care department. A week later they called me and told me I needed to come in and have my tires installed. Somehow the system had shipped another pair of tires to the auto care center. I told them it was a double order and they told me they didn't care...just to come in and get them installed so they can mark the order complete in the system. They never charged me for the 2nd set of tires.
Gee, thanks Fluff for bringing up the concept of the spicy food returning the next day. I had been blissfully ignorant of that idea until you brought it up :P I'm 99.9% certain that his date became a regular because she KNEW what OP had done and why. That's awesome. I hope he learned his lessons, too (there were definitely more than one to be learned from that travesty).
If it lasted till the next day. I was out to a group dinner and a bragging man in our party had a brown alert in the carpark. Now he warned me one of the curries was spicy so I took a little taste. And it was spicy but also very tasty. Right to the edge of my tolerance limit so I had a tiny bit more. He laughed at me like I would be the one suffering. In the 20 years since my tolerance has increased but I still check because of his mishap! If the staff warn it is hot I ask for clarification because spicy is subjective.
Back in the 70's, I went through the drive through at my bank to cash my payroll check. I got my money and drove to a bank parking space to divide my money to pay bills before going grocery shopping. As I was counting my money, I realized that the teller had given me 100.00 too much. So, I drove around to the teller's window to let her know of the mistake. When I said that she had made a mistake, she cut me off quickly and told me curtly that she doesn't make mistakes. I tried three more times, but she kept cutting me off and getting angrier also. So, I just smiled and said, well I hope you can pay the bank the extra 100.00 that you gave me. The look on her face was priceless and I got some extra spending money.
When we first married, we rented a maisonette. This was the first and second floor above one side of a ground floor flat. The older woman who lived below us would come and tell me that she was having a bridge match that day, so please don't walk, talk, play music, do housework, in fact anything as it broke her concentration. So I would often go out before she started. More than once I got blamed for sounds I hadn't made as I was miles away at the time.
I would have told her to get stuffed. Your bridge game can happen somewhere else if my peaceful enjoyment of my domicile is not to your liking. People like her really need to look for detached housing. Don't like the sounds of people living, don't live in a building with other people.
I bought a car vacuum, called to return it, stopped picking up. There was an extended warranty, CSR said no return, they sent 3 replacements at the same time. Called again to report their error, again told they do not take returns, keep the items. That mistake helped me finish Xmas shopping.
I ordered an entire kitchen from ikea. The limit on the card I tried to use wasn’t enough to pay for it. I had to put it on hold and come back a few days later with my debit card, after transferring money from another bank into the account. I went back and paid for the order. The kitchen arrived, appliances and all. The next week, my bell rang. It was a duplicate order. I told the guy I already got the order and they took it back. Same thing next week. If I had room, I’d have let them deliver it and sell it or give it to a friend.
My late Aunt J invited me to her last apartment for lunch one day. The ground floor unit had a patio opening into a treed area, and seemed solid in the sense of a well built older block of flats. I commented on her optional garden entrance (with lockable door) and she immediately launched onto how intolerable the people upstairs were! They stomped around in boots, trying to drive her out of her apartment! I asked if she'd ever met them; she said no. Why would they want you out? She had no idea. Then: "DID YOU HEAR THAT? You have to have heard that!!" She looked ready to break down and cry. I stammered out that I hadn't noticed and she looked at me like I was in on the plot. It was an awkward lunch. I have no explanation for her hypersensitivity to footsteps, but doesn't it always seem to be older women? I'd be interested in any theories.
I understand the old man that was so nice and enjoyed the noise. I like living isolated, I enjoy peace and quiet. However, I also enjoyed living next to a school, and hearing the children play. Not too far away there was a high school. I particularly enjoyed, listening to the band practicing outside. I enjoyed listening to the crowd when there was a football game or a baseball game at the high school. But I did not enjoy, listening to cars, speed up and down the road, inconsiderate people, playing boom boxes that vibrated the house from their vehicles as they drove by.. . that has not been installed was not properly secured so the vibration was intensified and we’re not modulated correctly for the speakers. I don’t know what was worse the bad sound or the irritating loudness and my teeth hurting. There’s a big difference between children, playing, having fun, running around, giggling, and laughing, or playing cops and robbers. I miss that, now that I’m living in a very quiet area out in the woods in the corner of a farm. My next-door neighbor are cows and calves, an occasional bull periodically when they need to go to work.
My first apartment was in an older building. A week after I moved in, the people above me moved out (not through anything I did, they had already planned to move before I moved in). Four months later, new people moved in. They were quiet, but their grandfather clock woke up the entire building.
Story 2: Similar thing happened to me years ago. Store, let's say it rhymes with Beers, has a nice stereo receiver on sale. Went in and they only had the demo model. They weren't allowed to sell it since it was being used as a demo but offered to deliver one to me with free delivery. Bought it with my credit card. 2 days later it arrives then 2 more days later a second one arrives. Being an honest person, I returned the second one and they took my information and said they would take care of it. I receive my credit card bill the next month and amazingly there was a credit on my bill from Beers for the returned receiver. At least I tried to return it.
I give the hot steak guy props for going with the bluff at the end there. I would not have been able to do that, let alone actually eat the whole thing.
Story 2 reminds me of my dad getting a free leaf blower. He bought one in-store by ordering online and picking it up the same day. A few days later the store called him to tell him his ship-to-store order had arrived. He tried to explain the situation, but the staff didn’t seem to grasp what happened. Eventually the store cancelled the ship-to-store order. In doing so, it refunded him the money for the leaf blower he had actually purchased.
The story about the chillies. . My story also happened in Australia. I used to work overseas in Asia (Starting up new power stations) . . It was my youngest son's 21st birthday and we went to his favourite reastaurant in melbourne, Australia which was an Afghan restaurant. I had worked in Indonesia, Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand and India. . So I was familiar with and enjoyed spicy food. I ordered a lamb dish and when asked how hot I would like it (on a scale of 1 to 10) I said "Oh, about 7 or 8 would be fine" The dish came out and I started eating it. . Super mild, barely any 'heat' at all. . And as I said I *KNEW* what 'HOT' was. . so this was pretty mild by my standards. . I wasn'tt going to complain or send it back or anything. . It was FINE. . Just a bit mild, that's all. Waiter then comes out and asks us how is the food and I said I thought the dish I had was surprisingly mild for a 7 or 8 rating. He asked me if I would like it hotter. I said "yes - a bit hotter would be good" He took it away. It returned a few minutes later. . A plate of *LAVA* . . . HOTTEST dish I had ever tasted! I'm guessing the Chef got insulted by my comment and really 'LAID INTO' the spice to show just how hot he could make it. The dish was pretty much tasteless at this stage, because the chilli just overpowered all normal taste. Lucky that I WAS very used to eating spicy food, so I proceeded to eat every little scrap of that dish, without breaking into a sweat or drinking gallons of water etc. It took every ounce of control I had to demonstrate to the waiter/chef that I could eat it and seemingly no ill effects. I kept eating, smiling, chatting, eating etc etc. No complaints - no comments to anyone about my food. Oh boy! the next day going to the toilet was torture again! Anyway, I went back to the same restaurant about two years later. . Of course, they didn't remember me. . I had never been there apart for that occasion of my son's birthday. two years before - probably wasn't even the same waiter . I ordered the SAME dish at the same heat level (Between 7 and 8). . It was PERFECT. . Hot, but not super mild or ridiculously hot like the last time. I think the first time they went easy on the spice, thinking if they made a *'REAL'* 7 or 8 heat level dish, I would complain . . and then when I said it was a bit bland or not hot enough the chef thought "RIGHT! I'll show you!!!" and then over-spiced the hell out of it. .
I feel bad for the neighbors I had in my 20s at the apartment building I lived in, I feel really bad they didn’t deserve the loud music. So in case somebody’s reading this and you’ve lived by somebody who played loud music and was in their 20s - I’m sorry.
Story 4 - that chef should have put a little bit of Pure Capsaicin in the burrito, because Pure Capsaicin is rated at 15 Million on the Scoville Scale that would make that jackbag shut up
#2 There are times when one just have to roll with it. This is just such a case. #3 I hope that the next tenants will be a family as large as the apartment allows. You know, 2 kid per bedroom doing ordinary, normal, kids things like playing and running around. Fluff's story : The old man wasn't disturbed by the noise. For him, it meant that he was still well and alive surrounded with lively peoples. #4 This is a brilliant example of : Be careful what you wish for, or even what you ask for, for you may get it. That guy was all boast and pretend with way to much pride. Can't wait for that meat to come out some time later. Hot going in, even hotter coming out. #5 That's malicious compliance coupled with a serving of Nuclear Revenge. That shop would absolutely benefit in investing into a new, more efficient and faster CNC machine, and get an assistant for Bobby. That could more than double their production.
When I lived in my last apartement, I could hear it, when there is good weather - warm and sunny. In the neighborhood was a public daycare and the children were playing outside. The noise of them put a smile on my face.
Story 2 reminds me of the episode on Roseanne when they bought a new stove for the Lunch Box, their restaurant, had it delivered and installed ...... and then delivery trucks kept rolling up with a new stove, insisting that it was "the stove you ordered ma'am"
I had this same issue with a neighbor under me for three years I think she had mental health issues. Apartment manager talked to her about it several times but every time I'd move around she would bang on her ceiling. I actually went to the police about it but they said there was nothing they could do. The issues didn't end until she moved out a year and a half ago.
The story with the guy complaining about the steak not being hot, after serving him the very hot steak, I would’ve just stay there and watch him eat every bite with a pitcher of milk in my hand! 😂
Listening to Story 3, the idea that a mere 20 year old apartment could already be so "old" and creaky sounds weird to me as I live in a flat which sounds in way better condition despite being over 60 years old.
The best part about the guy with the steak is not only did he regret every bite, he also regretted all of his life choices the next day when it came out the other end 😂😂🤣🤣
After cyclone Tracy, in Australia in 1974, my dad and groups of emergency workers like firemen etc, went up to Darwin to help clear the areas. One of the firemen in Darwin, cooked my dad a very nice chilli dish. When my dad got back, he made the same dish for us, but he couldn't remember if the guy had said that there were 13 or 30 chillies in the recipe, so my dad, who absolutely loved very hot spicy food, used 30 of these very hot little chillies, my mum and dad were the only two that could eat it. My dad, being bald, had sweat pouring off of his head, but he loved it and made it again for mum and himself exactly the same way. I didn't like hot spicy foods until I was in my late 20's. My son likes it very hot like my parents. I have to use at least one ghost chilli when making different bottled chilli sauces for him.
Back in the 80s I worked as a computer programmer for a mid-size business. I was given a project to create software for specific needs. No problem, I enjoyed doing it. But then ... I discovered that my Boss had taken 10000% credit for the project. My name wasn't even mentioned. I went to him and asked for a raise, and was told, 'NO'. So I said 'fine, see ya around' and quit. A few months later I got a phone call from him wanting me back to upgrade/fix the last project I worked on. I was THE ONLY one who knew what was going on with it. I gave my price, he agreed, and I went back on contract for a couple of months. While there, co-workers all came up to me and said they had no idea that I HAD WORKED on the project until the Boss admitted he had no idea what to do. He wasn't a programmer at all. All he had to do was give me a raise that I was due. Oh well.
My wife ordered a chalet/summerhouse for the garden, but there was a two month waiting time. During that time she got made redundant, so rang up the firm and cancelled the order and within a week, her credit card payment was repaid. She was excited as two things happened, she got and started a new job plus her sister and her husband were coming over fron NZ to stay for a couple of months. Well we had both gone to work and when we got home we found the chalet had not only been delivered, but my brother-in-law had pre-assembled and treated it. It was laying about in the garden drying. We were both aghast that it had turned up, she checked her statement and there clear as a bell, was the repayment. So we left it, but she ensured the payment was in her bank for 18 months in case they came back for payment but they never did. It was fully built in four days and i wired it for electricity at the weekend. So we got a free £500 chalet, this was in 1990 UK.
We lived on the bottom floor and a family with 2 little girls lived above. Now keeping little kids totally quiet is virtually impossible, but they would be literally stomping till 10- 11 pm!! I finally went upstairs knocked on the door and spoke with the mom. I dont think they realized how Loud the kids were and come to find out they were playing The Lava game which explained the stomping. I said to mom that I didnt expect kids to be perfectly quiet but if they could stop the Lava game at maybe 8 -9 so us old folks could get to sleep that would be great. And that they did. It was a pleasant conversation and we got to know them a very sweet family.
my fried moves in an apartment building . The parking is not provided , so everybody had to find a spot on the street. Since the previous owner did not lived there , my friend did not find an empty spot ... so it was either fight with a neighbour playing catch the parking place , or be creative. So .. this place , was very hard to park on, but with enough skills and patience, my friend managed it. It was kind of close to this lady 's kitchen window, but my friend was gone 8 -5 , so ... and right next to it it was the school yard where teenagers played basketball every afternoon .. it was not really peacefull to begin with. One morning this Karen starts yelling at my friend about the noise he does at 8 am when he gears the cars and leaves to work .. maybe 30 seconds of noise .....she accused him of not beeing a resident there (he was ..) and tells him his tires will be flat if he dares to park there again. My friend was not really afraid, but the spot was close to the window ... and fighting with your neighbours is not a good ideea , so he decided not to park there anymore. Another neighbour lost his driver licence due to his age, and sold his car, so my friend parked on his spot . Couple of weeks passed. One morning , 5 am, a fight shouting match is happening...Karen is in tears , but it does not count or help... Another neighbour saw the spot. As my friend did not parked there anymore, he figured it was free. This guy , big , tall , big muscle, had a bussiness selling fruits and veggies in the market. Every morning he went to a place to take the stuff , load it in his truck , and went to the market. The place did make deliverys at 5 am , but there was no place to park at his home ...Now he found it. He parked his car on the tiny spot , the delivery was made on his old spot , and he spend like 30 minutes to 1 hour loading the veggies... with 2 other helpers ... you can imagine the noise of 3 man loading a truck with veggies. Karen tried to yell , complain , and theaten the guy, but this one just laugh in her face. Nasty things could happend to her windows too if his truck would be damaged in any way ... and he was not joking. ... My friend moved from the building like 2 years ago.. But sometimes in the evening, he passes by .. the truck is stil parked there, ready for the next morning to be loaded ... at 5 A.M...
1st story: Why would this guy FORCE OP to work longer than they want 2nd story: Hey, free mower 3rd story: They're trying to be as quiet as possible, get off their ass 4th story: Be careful what you ask for, you'll get it 5th story: Don't piss off your employees, you'll regret it every time 6th story: Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Story 1: when he tells the story, the manager of the bakery *definitely* leaves out the part where he was trying to exploit a teenager. In a few years, he probably won't even remember that part.
There was another story some time ago where a guy ordered a replacement toilet... One single toilet. He's been getting a new toilet delivered to his home every month for years now and the shipping company and store he bought it from just laughed off and tell him to keep it.
Story #1, 5am to 7pm is 14 hours straight, that's an illegal amount of nonstop work even with overtime for most job types, even for an adult...but triply so for anyone under 18, and OP was under 16 for the vast majority of it.
Story 2: yep, happened to me. I needed a new dryer. I just wanted a simple plain white model, nothing fancy. I chose one and paid for it (around 400). It was delivered and hooked up while I was at work. My daughter and daughter - in - law were there and began using it right away. I get home, and it is not the one I purchased. This one has a glass door, electronic everything, and cost around 700. I called the store and explained that they were welcome to come and get the now used dryer and bring the one I purchased or I would simply keep the one delivered. They did not switch them. Yes, same store as OP.
My brother's house in Georgia, I hate walking anywhere that doesn't have carpet. When walking in the woods floors it sounds like you're stomping every step.
Sometimes you just can’t make an employee understand or maybe it just that it’s not worth messing with their own paperwork. I bought a name brand plasma cutter and it wasn’t all there when it was delivered. I called them and they sent a new one but no return label for the original one. I called and explained what happened and the guy told me, no worries he’d take care of it. The next week another new cutter was delivered. I called and they went through the paperwork on their end and told me everything was a-ok and the claim had been closed out…. A month before I didn’t have a cutter and now I have 3, there was nothing wrong with the original, it just didn’t come with cables, hose and cutter head!
S2: So you... went there looking to purchase a new mower... and... DIDN'T go there the first time in a vehicle capable of bringing one home? Even though you own one? S3: "Every time we bang? Banging." S4: And we all know how "well" water works against capsaicin...
5:50 I secretly bought a floor polisher for my mother; (our house had a few acres of polished wood floors); organized so it was delivered while she was out, hid it. Two days later, guy turns up from the same store with ANOTHER floor scrubber. My mother called me out of my room; she had already taken the second one as a delivery, so I was totally embarrassed trying to explain I wasn't trying to rip them off for two of the same products like it totally looked like, I'd been trying to hide that I already had one to keep it as the Big Non Surprise Now that it was. Sigh. "I already have one. But I was trying to NOT LET MY MOTHER KNOW, surprise birthday gift...gee". Red faced. She didn't like it anyway. Realized many years later she didn't actually like working in any way, shape or form, but I love clean shiny floors lol.
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Story 2 reminded me of the time I ordered a table and lamp from very high end catalog (a company that still exists) in about 1993…so back before customer service was outsourced to prisons and Asian countries and mail order was actually connected to US businesses. I received duplicate items of my phone order.
I called the company and went round and round, me asking how to send the extra items back, until the representative finally said to me, “Ma’m, we don’t make mistakes.”
Okay, fine, I said. We still use those tables and lamps.
"Prisons in Asia," LOL I love it. I get a kick out of the Indian, (as in India), scammers trying to sound like they are from other countries. Sometimes I answer them if I am driving and I am bored. I can drag them on for miles. If I am at home, I will not answer these scammers. If it is someone that is real, they will leave a message. I even got a Social Security scammer from Canada. LOL
Well, obviously they don't make mistakes! It's a special unwritten deal! 😏
Story 4 is exactly what happened to my husband. We own our own cafe. My husband had made a Carolina reaper jam. One day an old couple came in and the old man requested hot sauce with his burger. But he was rude and yelled at my husband that he could handle anything. My husband tried to tell him that the house made sauce was very hot. But he was told to shut up and do what he was told. All the chefs watched with glee as the man bit into his burger. His whole body went red and he was sweating and crying. But ate it all and was very sheepish after the fact. His wife on the other hand was laughing and thanking the cooks for pulling him down a peg. I always say never f**k with people who cook your food
The old got paid his come-uppence..... Twice !! Coming and going..... The next day must have been a hoot !!
good wife, keeping him humble
Story #5: if the manufacturer relies on a single CNC part so much, they should have a second CNC machine, and a second machinist. If that CNC machine breaks down, they're in big trouble!
You are absolutely right. But in real life, this happens more than you think. Many years ago, I worked for a a company where that exact situation existed. The company wanted another CNC and operator, but the parent company kept overruling them, saying it was too extravagant. We only existed to to make money for them.
@@kenkahre9262 Yeah I've heard that from my father for many years. Job he was at he was certified as a Tool and Die Maker and things went well for many years. Then management changed and they tried to have him run trouble calls while having the fresh machinists do his work instead, I guess to try and save a few bucks on labor. You can imagine how well that went. Needless to say that plant and most of the other locations are no longer around.
My sister worked in oncology for a long time and ran the show (she was a nurse practioner and the doctors had her doing almost everything). They tried screwing her over and so she quit and not long after, they were forced to retire early as they could not find anyone who would do everything my sister did at the pay they wanted to give. Moral of the story: don't screw over the one running everything or the one who is the ONLY worker who knows how to do a specific job🤦♀️🙄
Maybe that's the reason why specialization fails. Generalization covers the gaps, that specialization leaves wide open.
“It made him feel less lonely hearing noise around him.”
Oh my god, that made me feel so sorry for that old man. 😢
same here.
Story 4: Nothing like "Eating your own words" in a more literal sense than usual. Don't brag about something that you underestimate
I'll say there are times I want spicey or very hot things to basically kick my ass. Its like paying very little for .......ahem........ ya know that kind of thing 😂😂😂😂 with coal black clothing.
Him being given water to drink afterwards to "help" cool the heat off was a nice lil asshole tax
Pretty much 😂
My ex use to do something similar, always complaining about the lack of spice; one night for a family meal out he was moaning about how the meal was going to be bland, I'm not sure if it was serendipity but the restaurant accidentally left a full pepper (cooked) in the dish that he bit into before realising it was there. He had actual tears running down his eyes and I was laughing at him for the rest of the evening, didn't feel sorry since he always complained, he was overdue a reality check 😅
My grandparents lived in northern Thailand from the 1950s to the mid 1970s. At that time, that area was home to the world's hottest peppers (now that capsaicin enthusiasts have gone wild breeding super hot peppers like Ghost Peppers and Carolina Reapers, that's no longer the case). One of the many tribes that lived in the mountains and jungles was known for liking unusually hot food, even by northern Thai standards. In the early 1960s, the Peace Corps, which was then fairly new, sent an officer out to this tribe to help them modernize. The young gentleman they sent was very nice and very committed to what he did, but he did have one flaw: he was very proud of the fact he could eat any hot food ("the hotter the better!" was his motto). He was the son of a Mexican mother and an American father, and had grown up eating his mother's cooking, which was considerably hotter than what most people in Western societies ate at the time. He was briefly a guest with my grandparents on his way to go help the tribe. My grandparents later heard from the tribe what happened at the feast they held to welcome him. As their custom was when an outsider visited them, they gave him a generous amount of specially prepared food that was far less hot than what they usually ate. The Peace Corps officer noticed this, and asked about it. "Outsiders can't eat our food," the village headman explained. "It's too hot for them." "I like hot food!" the Peace Corps officer replied. "The hotter the better! May I please have some of the same food you normally eat?" "Very well," said the headman. He spoke with the tribespeople serving the food, and they brought their guest a generous serving of the food they ate. The officer started eating enthusiastically, but within a few seconds, he stopped and started shaking slightly. Tears were streaming down his face. "Is anything wrong?" the headman asked, hiding an amused smile. It took a few attempts for the officer to speak, but when he did, he gasped "It's nothing important! I'm just very touched by your hospitality!"
That one story "hey is something wrong. I dont hear the kids playing/being noisy. Im worried about them" Neighbor of the year right there
Fluff himself had the best story in this video. May his old neighbor rest in peace, when or if he has passed.
The last story reminds me of my childhood in Ohio. Dad would order minnows (tiny little bait fish) by the dozen. The clerk would scoop out a net full. Dad was *never* stupid enough to demand a count.
I suppose in this case "rest in peace" could refer to either sleeping well while living a good life, or the more traditional meaning.
Creaky floor story: they should have invited her in to walk around a bit. Maybe she would have realized that OP wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.
That or start stomping around to show her how loud it COULD be.
I have a neighbor like that and she complained every time my daughter got home from school or every time I got up to do house work we even had a tiptoe around and she still complaining about noise it got so bad we moved out
What do Americans use to separate floors? In my country, it usually ceiling board, concrete slab, and floor board. The story sounds like Americans only use floor board to separate floors?
@@gorilladisco9108 im in america and we do samething thing but also cover the floor boards with carpet if ur in an apt tho the floor is concrete too
That’d never work. The neighbor isn’t interested in being wrong. She would just refuse and tell you to stop making excuses.
Story 1:Boss was lucky OP gave him the uniform. If I was shown that level of disrespect, I'd walk home with the uniform still on and use it to roast marshmallows when I get home
Boss was lucky his employee didn't use the uniform as toilet paper before returning it to him.
Boss would have deducted it from the last check, kids need to be taught they are supposed to get their last check on their last shift.
@@___LC___ "Hello, Labor board. We recieved a complaint about unpaid wages to a minor. We need to talk." 😅
@@TheEDFLegacy the Labor board and OSHA are an employee best friends. January I found out that after years of trying to get my former employer looked into for the horrible child abuse, it was my pulling together employee injury reports that got the place closed down. Forget HR, go to OSHA.
@@TheEDFLegacy Considering I think the kid worked more hours than legally allowed think Labor board would salivated over the fines
#5: When you decide to piss off an employee, better make damn sure they're not "load-bearing" (read: _absolutely critical_ to the operation of the company) because if you pick the wrong person, you'll be the one getting shown the door before they will.
Also, any business that depends on a single person for its continued operation is one accident away from collapse. There should never, ever be a single point of failure in any business.
Story 3: "... the building we're living in is old, it's around 20 years ..."
I've read that as I'm sitting in my grandma's house that's from the 19th century and I just couldn't stop laughing 🤣
OP's concept of *old* is obviously different than mine. Though it sounds more like their building had been very cheaply built. Sounds indeed super annoying.
Made me laugh too as I'm currently in Rennes Brittany, not too far from a few still inhabited historical buildings from the middle medieval period almost a millennia old
I loved your story about the 70 yr. old man living above you who came and asked your mother why you had been so quiet. He said he loved hearing you having fun because it made him feel less lonely. That broke my heart. But I'm glad you could give him some enjoyment.
Kids, for the last time, GET ON MY LAWN!
NEVER tell a cook you've never had food too spicy. They'll take it as a challenge.
I wouldn't ask for anything spicy in that manner while anywhere in Australia, they tend to prefer mild food. I would've taken her for a snitty and a beer, best option over there.
At 14, he was working too many hours.
And woke up too early and too much for OP's own good
Depends on the country I think
@@sakilynn not really. Your country of origin doesn't change the fact that too much work, and too little sleep, will hurry your health.
@@brag0001 I meant the age restriction. As far as I know in California, you have to be at least 15, with permission from your parents and school.
@@sakilynn I know that you meant those. But where they exist, they exist for a reason, and that reason is essentially health and educational concerns.
Story 3: I once had the misfortune of having an assistant manager move into the apartment below me, and she proceeded to have the maintenance staff install some customizations for her. The breaking point came when they were installing a ceiling fan in her living room late at night, pounding nails into what was essentially my floor. I decided to drag a chair over that location, stand on it, and then jump down, landing on my floor with a tremendous thud, that must have shook half the building. I didn't hear another sound from them that night, and it was never mentioned after that.
Story 4: I've been known to eat some mighty spicy food, but who in the world does that on a first date? Was he trying to make sure he DIDN'T get a kiss goodnight?
I love your story of the old man living in the floor under yours, Fluff. I hope if he's still alive, he's having a good time. And if he's not, he passed into the next week with a smile on his face.
Story 2. We bought a new garage door at Lowe's (surprise!) a couple years ago. It was delivered and Brother in law installed it in like 2 days. 6 months later we got a call from Lowe's telling us that our garage door was ready to be picked up. We told them we already had the door and had had it for 6 months. They said there must've been a mix up and apologized. Less than a week later a Lowe's truck showed up at my house with....a garage door! 🤦♀️ . And no, we didn't take it
Story 3: I've had neighbors like that before. I always walked lightly and wore headphones. When someone would act that way to me I'd stop using headphones and walk a little louder than normal. If they pounded on the wall or ceiling I'd pound or jump hard enough to shake pictures off the wall.
They always stopped eventually and I went back to my normal quiet self.
My dad had a neighbour like that in one appartment. When he bought the appartment he did some fixing up and the downstairs neighbour came screaming that it should be quiet after 18:00 the rule is that until 22:00 you don't have to worry about the noice. His reason was that he wanted to watch the news at18:00
And to celebrate your story is this from Ogden Nash, The People Upstairs:
The people upstairs all practice ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
They celebrate week-ends all the week.
When they take a shower, your ceilings leak.
They try to get their parties to MIX
By supplying their guests with Pogo sticks,
And when their fun at last abates,
They go to the bathroom on roller skates.
I would love the people upstairs wondrous
If instead of above us, they just lived under us.
Story 3: Creaky floors are not something fun to deal with, but I tell you, banging the ceiling/floor probably isn't the right way to deal with the noise, like it could further damage it.
Honestly, Karen will probably mess with the wrong new neighbor and then wonder why she is on the floor with a blackeye
Did I miss so,etching with the lady banging on her ceiling? These nice people loved on the 3rd floor but I read she lived on the 1st floor - is this a typo or have I misheard.
So that means she's banging the floor of other neighbors that didnt have anything to do with it
Were I OP, I'd develop a sudden passion for Irish Clog Dancing, wearing Brogans! Day and night, seven days a week. To the Hot Place with that rabid Karen.
@@sandybruce9092 Yes you missed something. She said she HAD lived on a first floor before. Not that she LIVES on the first floor.
@@huntjl88 I do apologize. This happens sometimes when I’m trying to listen and also do something also. I appreciate the correction. Through years of living in apartments in Phoenix I’ve never lived in an actual apartment building with several floors. We just didn’t have them many years ago. So I never had people above, below or both! Just some shaded walls.
Story 3 - I once lived in the bottom floor of a 3-floor apartment with a loud noise policy in the lease. It was one of the reasons I picked the place. Once I had immediate upstairs neighbors that stomped all the time and slammed doors at all hours, plus had oversize dogs (that weren't allowed per the lease) that they let it run and rough house at all hours too. It made me to never want to share any walls with anyone ever again! The worst neighbor was one that lived two floors above me, but they kept having parties that I could hear clearly in my apartment two floors below. He pulled attitude on me when I asked him to keep it down one day, because "it's a special celebration with my family, we can be as loud as we want!". I think his mama heard him yelling at me, because not long after I heard everyone leaving and he never had a party that loud again!
Story 5: 100% ALWAYS have redundancy for VITAL roles. Anyone can drop dead at any time in a freak event, so you should have at LEAST 2 people trained to do each vital role. Having said that, if you identify that one role is of vital importance to your work and the ones doing that role do it well and without complaint, give them a little leeway. Good honest work deserves reward.
On the same token, IDIOT bosses should be fired the first time that they take it upon themselves to micro-manage a good worker. The worker has needed qualities, the micro-managing boss has none.
I feel bad for this guy, sure its great job security and he has them by the peanuts when it comes to salary negotiation; but since he's so valuable I doubt he's able to use any vacation time he accumulates and taking sick days must be a b^tch. Yeah, company definitely needs at least another couple of people to get trained in making this part.
Having been an "indespensible employee" myself finding myself on the "short list" to be let go, I can commiserate. And, NOBODY is indespensible. Irreplaceable, yes. Doom on the company. 😉
Decades ago, I was the anesthetist at a spay/neuter clinic. The clinic had two Veterinarians and my assistant. One Monday, I stated feeling ill with symptoms of Bronchitis (which I was very familiar with). I told the director that I believed I may be getting seriously ill and may not be in the next day. She demanded to know now so I told her that I was taking off sick and probably will be too sick for the rest of the week. The next day, I was seriously ill with a 102 deg F fever, congested, hurting, not breathing well. In the early afternoon, I got a call that the worst had happened and a dog died during surgery. They were desperate for me to come in and help finish the surgeries. I did. I told them there was no way I would be in the rest of the week so they canceled all surgeries. Even with 2 Veterinarians, they couldn’t handle the surgeries. Months later, when the director and her girlfriend pulled a little powerplay, I handed in my two-week notice. My assistant quit on the spot. The animal organization asked me to train my replacement, someone who had no knowledge of animal health, surgery or anesthesia. I refused to train her. They were closed for a month before they found a replacement.
@@jpbaley2016 Good for you for standing up to their "power play!" Two times in my 45 year career as a heavy equipment mechanic, the management pissed me off so bad that I just walked off the job. One of them was caused by the Richard Cranium head of HR. When I went in for my exit interview, I told him that he had better hope that I never get an incurable disease. He then said, "and why is that?" I replied, if I have 3 weeks to live, you have 2." I then turned around and walked out of his office, gently closing the door behind me.
He pissed off many people at that place of employment. BUT, we did have our Karma. He was promoted to the head office, you know corner office, private secretary, the whole 9 yards. One day his Boss walked into his office, and he and his secretary were committing an act that should not be done in an office for sure. They both got fired on the spot. LOL
The other time the shop Forman decided to flex his authority for something that I had already taken care of, just like I told him the night before that I would do first thing in the morning. When I gave him the keys to the back gate and the shop later that day, he said, "This is not what I wanted." I answered, "Just what was it that you did want?"
I am 75 years old now, and I do NOT regret either of those times.
*Story 2:* I once had to contact a company after my $150+ order of high end clothes got lost in the mail system for over two months when the package usually arrives in 1-4 weeks. The company was more than willing to send me a replacement despite not being at fault and lo and behold! The missing package arrived 2 days after the replacement. Even though it was the shipping company's error, they let me keep both packages. I offered to pay for the replacement and they denied me.
No company is going to sue you for recieving more than what you paid for. Even if the error was made by a third party. They will not punish their consumers. Just take the free shit.
In many cases it's more expensive to ship it back than it's worth. 🤷♂
Free mower? My in laws ordered the biggest riding mower they carried for their farm from Sears. When it was delivered it had the wrong engine on it. They had them take it back and bring the correct one they ordered. Two weeks later a brand new mower was delivered with the correct engine. They tried for two years to pay for it but every payment they sent in was returned to them. They finally got a letter from corporate telling them the mower was paid in full. No wonder Sears went out of business.
Hey everyone, Hello Darkfluff, I hope you all have a great day today!
Hello hello
Have a great day!!
@@phatshaddo6067 you too!
@@Skilled_slayer007 hello!
Story 2: Amazon made that mistake with me when I ordered a snow blower, the fun bit was that we used points to purchase it so the cost came out to $0.40. A week later they sent us a second one, we called and asked about it and they told us that they would issue a refund if we shipped it back to them, so in the end we got paid $400 to own a brand new snow blower.
In the late 80’s I ordered a leather chair & Ottoman. Charged it. When it was delivered I wasn’t home. G/F accepted it. I came home & saw it was not the right model. I called & explained, no problem. Several days later the correct model arrived & the other chair was returned.
Then my credit card bill arrived. I saw that the store canceled the cost of the chair. I now had a free chair & ottoman. I thought about that & called the store. I explained their mistake. I looked at my receipt & provided the chair’s code number & cost. They thanked me.
Next credit card bill & still no charge. I called the Store again this time asking for a supervisor. I explained everything again. The supervisor took down my information & thanked me for my honesty. She said matters would be dealt with.
New credit card & still no charge. I called again. I explained again. The person I was talking to seemed confused & I was placed on hold. After waiting over 20 minutes I just hung up. Well, I tried. I still have my free chair.
It never ceases to amaze me how many stories I hear of men overtly bragging and acting arrogant in hopes of impressing women, but the woman is never impressed and often uncomfortable by it. You would think they'd figure it doesn't work by now.
When I was younger I quit my first job in a similar way, I guess they figured we can get this girl to do what ever. And I did have that quick whit. So I told them yeah, no, I'm quitting right now, stripped to my bra and panties and walked out. And made a few comments on the way out that yeah, pricks won't fix the AC so this is the only way you can work back there.
I was that girl that had tons of friends, didn't go out of her way to piss people off, but also mischievous. I could start a crap show at will at any time I wanted.
Lol
So did you tell them yeah or did you tell them no?
@@Kelle0284 Was a hell no on working for them. Had already given notice and was just done.
Story 2. After trying to set the story straight for 3 weeks, I would have done the same as OP. Lowes dropped the ball several times.
Story 4. I hope his ass burnt for a week, hat`s off to the chef.
Story 5. Bobby rules!🤣 Don`t F with Bobby!!
Story 1: I had a manager fire me for drinking free soda at the gas station I worked at because I didn't bring my own cup. I had used a free water cup we hand out to customers to drink soda when my blood sugar went low. She fired me and asked for my uniform and name tag back. So I took off the name tag and dropped it in the trash can, then tore the shirt off Hulk-style. I then went home shirtless in the middle of winter and enjoyed every freezing second. The look in her face was priceless.
I would have sued her, then I would have led an organizing drive to unionize the place. That would have enraged the heck out of her.
Having the blood sugar drop isn't good, I know from living with low blood sugar, which isn't fun especially when it can drop fast and hard. I'd have in their place rather seen you use a paid cup for drinks, get that soda rather than risk calling an ambulance due to the drop in glucose levels. If I were the owner that manager would have been walking down the street talking to themselves.
@@vernonharden Unfortunately, it was a big chain gas station owned by Kroger. They could care less about my health, especially since they look at situations like this as stealing. Appreciate the empathy, it's in short supply these days!
WINTER?!
Also, GOOD FOR YOU! DON’T LET THAT BITCH CONTROL YOU!
*Story 4:* Never drink water when you’re trying to stop spicy food! Water makes it worse! 🤣 Drink milk
water does help but it's very temporary. also who orders milk when on a date to help ease their pain after bragging xD that's admitting defeat right away.
actually, whipped cream is best for cutting the ‘heat’ from spicy foods
Squirt some ketchup in your mouth it soothes your mouth real good if you eat spicy food
I friend and I used to go out for hot chicken wings and we always ordered shakes as well. Nothing like ice cream to calm the burn!
Pretty much anything dairy-based will work better than water and much better than anything carbonated. Milk works well, but ice cream, sour cream, cottage cheese, yogurt or even ranch salad dressing will cool the burn. Fresh raw vegetables are also an effective remedy, and are the traditional way that Thai people deal with a bite of food that has a little too much "bite" to it.
You know what? He COULD handle that spice! Not gracefully, but he ate the whole steak.
My upstairs neighbors have a dog who likes to play a lot, I can hear him running around all the time, it makes me smile to imagine this dog playing around and just being happy.
I lived in an apartment, 2nd floor, and learned very quickly to walk softly. I can even run softly. I live in a house now but I still have soft steps. It freaks family a friends when I'm around them because I'm too quiet and sometimes scare them on accident. I've even been threatened with a bell.
I used to have a credit card with Lowes. The number of problems that we had and the frustrations that arose from it, was too numerous and aggravating to recount here. And the credit service department not only totally unhelpful, but unsympathetic as well. Whatever Lowes gets, they deserve.
Several times at a fast food drive through they have tried to give me food that I did not order. I decline and tell them my correct order. As for the apartment nut, we lived in an upstairs apartment with my disabled brother. The downstairs neighbors would bang on the ceiling if you dropped a book. My brother would be shaking while standing up. This made the chair “stutter” as he was standing and they were banging! This only made my brother very self conscious and embarrassed when he did nothing wrong!
I have a similar tale to #4, only it's a friend in a gathering and not a restaurant.
Back in the "before times" of pre-COVID, my family used to throw after-church get-togethers for our church group, and they were generally pot-luck affairs. (For those that are unfamiliar: everyone that likes to cook and can afford to do so brings something - no obligation though as it's all about the camaraderie and not the cost!) One of the regular attendees of our parties loves hot food. She's a little Southern black lady who grew up on soul food, and loved spicy food but her heat tolerance was higher than typical Southern soul food fare which usually tops out at jalapenos. So, at every get-together she'd ask for some heat. Well, my brother is non-reactive to capsaicin - he can literally use natural capsaicin-based pepper spray as a condiment and routinely ate million-Scoville hot sauces without breaking a sweat - _and he was growing his own pepper garden._
She asked him if he had anything with some punch to it. He replied with "how much punch would you like?" She got cocky and asked for the hottest thing he had. She didn't know that he was growing Dragon Cayennes, Savina Habaneros, Bhut Jolokias (aka "ghost peppers"), Scotch Bonnets, and was trying to get his hands on a Carolina Reaper plant or two but hadn't found any yet.
He handed her a Dragon Cayenne. These were a special hybrid cross of Thai/birdseye and cayenne that were roughly 50,000 SHUs instead of the typical 5,000-ish you'd get out of a jally. That was the _weakest_ pepper he was growing - his Bonnets were well north of 100k, and Bhuts were half a million or so a pop - but he figured it would be safer to start at the bottom end of the curve so as to not straight-up _kill_ this little old lady just in case.
She sliced it up and stuck it on her food. And then took a bite. And then discovered her heat tolerance was _not_ what she thought it was. That pepper lit her up like Independence Day fireworks. I'd wager from her facial expression that she felt like steam was coming out of her ears and her hair was catching fire. The sight of a black woman turning bright red was well worth it, and her kids and grandkids that were there for the spectacle were dying from laughter because she always bugged them for spicier food as well. After downing about half a gallon of sweet tea and several slices of heavily buttered bread she could speak again, and was terrified to hear that he gave her the weakest thing he was growing and the actual hot end of the scale of his garden would be _over twenty times_ more powerful.
She never again asked my brother for anything hot, even though she attended several more of our shindigs before COVID essentially put the stop to socializing.
First story companies can't force you to work notice if you just leave what they going to do fire you
It wasn't a lawn mower that I got. Me and some friends over at Arby's restaurant. The employee there where rude to us. They were
trying to get everybody to rush and order their food. Plus we had to tell him three times what we wanted. After we ordered the food we went to the table to eat what we ordered. Just got done eating. One of my friends went to throw all the trash away. We all set back at the table and discuss what we're going to do now. Before we left they brought a bag full of the same stuff we just got done eating. We're going to tell them we already ate. They told us we had to take it and go cuz they don't like rude customers. We just took the food and left. Any other time I don't let them know about there mistake. But I figured I'm not telling them nothing since they were rude to us and made us Rush what are order. Not to mention repeat our order three times cuz they kept getting it wrong. I think they got what they deserve.
Legend has it… the guy on that date is still on the toilet, that’s why no one has seen him😂
I once visited a Petco where the feeder crickets had gotten loose and were all over the store. Seeing them flitting about and driving the dogs insane made me wonder just what had happened....
A rat snake got loose at the store up the road from me. They pretty much scoured the place multiple times. I think they finally found it in the dog beds, where they had already looked before.
2nd story:. I wish our upstairs neighbors were this considerate. They are constantly dropping something very heavy that clangs and sounds like it's going to fall through our ceiling. Then they start running up and down the stairs over and over. I think they're working out. Okay. It wouldn't be so bad if THEY DIDN'T DO IT AT MIDNIGHT WHILE IM TRYING TO SLEEP!
Heads up, it's the 3rd story
The "hot steak" story: what REALLY did it for the spiciness is leaving the seeds. The seeds have far more capsaicin than the outer pepper has.
The neighbor in the third story is insane. I get that it sucks moving into a place where the floors are shite, but being obnoxious about it inevitably garners bad will. Had a neighbor like this as a kid. I was warned and watched to make sure I wasn't stomping, but this hag still tried to put her broom through the roof if I even took so much as a step. In the end my mom told me to have at it, and spent a weekend stomping around herself. In the end the lady below us cut it out for a while, and anytime she got obnoxious again, we'd remind her what us stomping 24/7 ACTUALLY sounded like.
OP is the one being obnoxious, by refusing to take any steps to mitigate the sound issue.
@@wmdkitty I am legitimately curious what you mean by this.
Heh, I had a similar Overtime story in the past. I was basically the only person able to use a complex home-made application to generate reports every-day. I always stayed late to make sure the thousand reports where correctly generated, so that in the morning every-one had their files to work with... until that day where my "new boss" decided that it was unacceptable to be 10 minutes late in the morning, and I got a blame for it. So, I stopped doing Overtime, and the reports were not ready in the morning, causing thousand of dollars loss everyday.
My story ends differently: after the meeting, my "new boss" decided that he would do the reports himself; and he did... badly... all the reports were wrong. He never managed to get them right. They told him to step back and leave me alone after that. After some months of work, I improved the application so much that it became easier to generate the reports, and I didn't have to do OT anymore.
You wonder about Mr. "Steak a la Scoville" on the next day? When you asked that, all I could hear was Johnny Cash singing "I fell into a burning ring of fire..."
The spicy guy: I'm not sure he fully learned his lesson as he said "could've been hotter" after suffering🤦♀️ I hope he pulls the same crap elsewhere and they make it even hotter than OP did LOL
Mr. Spicy might've said that to save face.
"It could've been hotter" will be on his tombstone...an' i'm not talkin' about Tombstone Pizza.
Ok, confession: I ordered a $100 blow dryer from Ulta, and set it for curbside pickup. First time I had ever done that. It was a smooth experience, no problems at all. A couple days later I got an automatic email that my item was waiting to be picked up. I thought that was weird, I did pick it up. I ignored it thinking it would work itself out. A couple days after that, I got another automatic email saying my order had been cancelled, and there were no charges. So I went in my bank account and looked at the transactions, and sure enough, there were no charges for Ulta. I guess the store forgot to complete the transaction in their system, or there was a hiccup in their system when they did complete it. Well....I got a free blow dryer I guess. 🤷♀ Should I have gone back? Probably. Did I feel like it? No. I did my part, and they made the mistake. I'm sure Ulta (a multi-million dollar company) won't go out of business over $100, or lose any sleep over it.
I recall my cousin telling me when I was a kid that you need to wear gloves while cutting birdseye peppers. Mmmm.... the OP in the chili story did good~
I special ordered 2 new tires from a big box store's online website and had them installed in their local auto care department. A week later they called me and told me I needed to come in and have my tires installed. Somehow the system had shipped another pair of tires to the auto care center. I told them it was a double order and they told me they didn't care...just to come in and get them installed so they can mark the order complete in the system. They never charged me for the 2nd set of tires.
Sounds like a win win situation to me!
Fluff your little story at the end of story 3 made me cry
Soft.
Gee, thanks Fluff for bringing up the concept of the spicy food returning the next day. I had been blissfully ignorant of that idea until you brought it up :P
I'm 99.9% certain that his date became a regular because she KNEW what OP had done and why. That's awesome. I hope he learned his lessons, too (there were definitely more than one to be learned from that travesty).
If it lasted till the next day. I was out to a group dinner and a bragging man in our party had a brown alert in the carpark. Now he warned me one of the curries was spicy so I took a little taste. And it was spicy but also very tasty. Right to the edge of my tolerance limit so I had a tiny bit more. He laughed at me like I would be the one suffering. In the 20 years since my tolerance has increased but I still check because of his mishap! If the staff warn it is hot I ask for clarification because spicy is subjective.
Back in the 70's, I went through the drive through at my bank to cash my payroll check. I got my money and drove to a bank parking space to divide my money to pay bills before going grocery shopping. As I was counting my money, I realized that the teller had given me 100.00 too much. So, I drove around to the teller's window to let her know of the mistake. When I said that she had made a mistake, she cut me off quickly and told me curtly that she doesn't make mistakes. I tried three more times, but she kept cutting me off and getting angrier also. So, I just smiled and said, well I hope you can pay the bank the extra 100.00 that you gave me. The look on her face was priceless and I got some extra spending money.
Meanwhile also at Lowes, people order products, pay in full for them, and the product ends up being sold to someone else.
I work for Lowe's, I could've fixed that problem in 15 seconds. I don't understand how they could mess up that badly.
When we first married, we rented a maisonette. This was the first and second floor above one side of a ground floor flat. The older woman who lived below us would come and tell me that she was having a bridge match that day, so please don't walk, talk, play music, do housework, in fact anything as it broke her concentration. So I would often go out before she started. More than once I got blamed for sounds I hadn't made as I was miles away at the time.
I would have told her to get stuffed. Your bridge game can happen somewhere else if my peaceful enjoyment of my domicile is not to your liking. People like her really need to look for detached housing. Don't like the sounds of people living, don't live in a building with other people.
I absolutely love that #5 Bobby was so important that the person hired had strict instructions to not F with him. 😂😂😂
Trying to force someone to work an extra 2 weeks by trying to exploit them AFTER they did you a favor is such a scumbag thing to pull.
I bought a car vacuum, called to return it, stopped picking up. There was an extended warranty, CSR said no return, they sent 3 replacements at the same time. Called again to report their error, again told they do not take returns, keep the items. That mistake helped me finish Xmas shopping.
I ordered an entire kitchen from ikea. The limit on the card I tried to use wasn’t enough to pay for it. I had to put it on hold and come back a few days later with my debit card, after transferring money from another bank into the account. I went back and paid for the order. The kitchen arrived, appliances and all. The next week, my bell rang. It was a duplicate order. I told the guy I already got the order and they took it back. Same thing next week. If I had room, I’d have let them deliver it and sell it or give it to a friend.
You know what... he ate the whole thing. He said it could have been hotter. Honestly, Respect.
My late Aunt J invited me to her last apartment for lunch one day. The ground floor unit had a patio opening into a treed area, and seemed solid in the sense of a well built older block of flats. I commented on her optional garden entrance (with lockable door) and she immediately launched onto how intolerable the people upstairs were! They stomped around in boots, trying to drive her out of her apartment! I asked if she'd ever met them; she said no. Why would they want you out? She had no idea. Then: "DID YOU HEAR THAT? You have to have heard that!!" She looked ready to break down and cry. I stammered out that I hadn't noticed and she looked at me like I was in on the plot. It was an awkward lunch.
I have no explanation for her hypersensitivity to footsteps, but doesn't it always seem to be older women? I'd be interested in any theories.
I understand the old man that was so nice and enjoyed the noise. I like living isolated, I enjoy peace and quiet. However, I also enjoyed living next to a school, and hearing the children play. Not too far away there was a high school. I particularly enjoyed, listening to the band practicing outside. I enjoyed listening to the crowd when there was a football game or a baseball game at the high school. But I did not enjoy, listening to cars, speed up and down the road, inconsiderate people, playing boom boxes that vibrated the house from their vehicles as they drove by.. . that has not been installed was not properly secured so the vibration was intensified and we’re not modulated correctly for the speakers. I don’t know what was worse the bad sound or the irritating loudness and my teeth hurting. There’s a big difference between children, playing, having fun, running around, giggling, and laughing, or playing cops and robbers. I miss that, now that I’m living in a very quiet area out in the woods in the corner of a farm. My next-door neighbor are cows and calves, an occasional bull periodically when they need to go to work.
My first apartment was in an older building. A week after I moved in, the people above me moved out (not through anything I did, they had already planned to move before I moved in). Four months later, new people moved in. They were quiet, but their grandfather clock woke up the entire building.
Story 2: Similar thing happened to me years ago. Store, let's say it rhymes with Beers, has a nice stereo receiver on sale. Went in and they only had the demo model. They weren't allowed to sell it since it was being used as a demo but offered to deliver one to me with free delivery. Bought it with my credit card.
2 days later it arrives then 2 more days later a second one arrives. Being an honest person, I returned the second one and they took my information and said they would take care of it. I receive my credit card bill the next month and amazingly there was a credit on my bill from Beers for the returned receiver. At least I tried to return it.
I give the hot steak guy props for going with the bluff at the end there. I would not have been able to do that, let alone actually eat the whole thing.
Story 2 reminds me of my dad getting a free leaf blower. He bought one in-store by ordering online and picking it up the same day. A few days later the store called him to tell him his ship-to-store order had arrived. He tried to explain the situation, but the staff didn’t seem to grasp what happened. Eventually the store cancelled the ship-to-store order. In doing so, it refunded him the money for the leaf blower he had actually purchased.
The story about the chillies. . My story also happened in Australia.
I used to work overseas in Asia (Starting up new power stations) . . It was my youngest son's 21st birthday and we went to his favourite reastaurant in melbourne, Australia which was an Afghan restaurant.
I had worked in Indonesia, Philippines, Vietnam, Thailand and India. . So I was familiar with and enjoyed spicy food.
I ordered a lamb dish and when asked how hot I would like it (on a scale of 1 to 10) I said "Oh, about 7 or 8 would be fine"
The dish came out and I started eating it. . Super mild, barely any 'heat' at all. . And as I said I *KNEW* what 'HOT' was. . so this was pretty mild by my standards. . I wasn'tt going to complain or send it back or anything. . It was FINE. . Just a bit mild, that's all.
Waiter then comes out and asks us how is the food and I said I thought the dish I had was surprisingly mild for a 7 or 8 rating. He asked me if I would like it hotter. I said "yes - a bit hotter would be good"
He took it away. It returned a few minutes later. . A plate of *LAVA* . . . HOTTEST dish I had ever tasted!
I'm guessing the Chef got insulted by my comment and really 'LAID INTO' the spice to show just how hot he could make it.
The dish was pretty much tasteless at this stage, because the chilli just overpowered all normal taste. Lucky that I WAS very used to eating spicy food, so I proceeded to eat every little scrap of that dish, without breaking into a sweat or drinking gallons of water etc. It took every ounce of control I had to demonstrate to the waiter/chef that I could eat it and seemingly no ill effects. I kept eating, smiling, chatting, eating etc etc. No complaints - no comments to anyone about my food.
Oh boy! the next day going to the toilet was torture again!
Anyway, I went back to the same restaurant about two years later. . Of course, they didn't remember me. . I had never been there apart for that occasion of my son's birthday. two years before - probably wasn't even the same waiter . I ordered the SAME dish at the same heat level (Between 7 and 8). . It was PERFECT. . Hot, but not super mild or ridiculously hot like the last time.
I think the first time they went easy on the spice, thinking if they made a *'REAL'* 7 or 8 heat level dish, I would complain . . and then when I said it was a bit bland or not hot enough the chef thought "RIGHT! I'll show you!!!" and then over-spiced the hell out of it. .
I feel bad for the neighbors I had in my 20s at the apartment building I lived in, I feel really bad they didn’t deserve the loud music. So in case somebody’s reading this and you’ve lived by somebody who played loud music and was in their 20s - I’m sorry.
Story 4 - that chef should have put a little bit of Pure Capsaicin in the burrito, because Pure Capsaicin is rated at 15 Million on the Scoville Scale
that would make that jackbag shut up
Reminds me of an old song…”one mans ceiling is another mans floor”.
#2 There are times when one just have to roll with it. This is just such a case.
#3 I hope that the next tenants will be a family as large as the apartment allows. You know, 2 kid per bedroom doing ordinary, normal, kids things like playing and running around.
Fluff's story : The old man wasn't disturbed by the noise. For him, it meant that he was still well and alive surrounded with lively peoples.
#4 This is a brilliant example of : Be careful what you wish for, or even what you ask for, for you may get it. That guy was all boast and pretend with way to much pride. Can't wait for that meat to come out some time later. Hot going in, even hotter coming out.
#5 That's malicious compliance coupled with a serving of Nuclear Revenge. That shop would absolutely benefit in investing into a new, more efficient and faster CNC machine, and get an assistant for Bobby. That could more than double their production.
When I lived in my last apartement, I could hear it, when there is good weather - warm and sunny. In the neighborhood was a public daycare and the children were playing outside. The noise of them put a smile on my face.
Story 2 reminds me of the episode on Roseanne when they bought a new stove for the Lunch Box, their restaurant, had it delivered and installed ...... and then delivery trucks kept rolling up with a new stove, insisting that it was "the stove you ordered ma'am"
I had this same issue with a neighbor under me for three years I think she had mental health issues. Apartment manager talked to her about it several times but every time I'd move around she would bang on her ceiling. I actually went to the police about it but they said there was nothing they could do. The issues didn't end until she moved out a year and a half ago.
The story with the guy complaining about the steak not being hot, after serving him the very hot steak, I would’ve just stay there and watch him eat every bite with a pitcher of milk in my hand! 😂
Listening to Story 3, the idea that a mere 20 year old apartment could already be so "old" and creaky sounds weird to me as I live in a flat which sounds in way better condition despite being over 60 years old.
The best part about the guy with the steak is not only did he regret every bite, he also regretted all of his life choices the next day when it came out the other end 😂😂🤣🤣
I used to work at Lowe's. At the location that I worked at, The only people allowed to change anything on an order was the manager. 😂
After cyclone Tracy, in Australia in 1974, my dad and groups of emergency workers like firemen etc, went up to Darwin to help clear the areas. One of the firemen in Darwin, cooked my dad a very nice chilli dish. When my dad got back, he made the same dish for us, but he couldn't remember if the guy had said that there were 13 or 30 chillies in the recipe, so my dad, who absolutely loved very hot spicy food, used 30 of these very hot little chillies, my mum and dad were the only two that could eat it. My dad, being bald, had sweat pouring off of his head, but he loved it and made it again for mum and himself exactly the same way. I didn't like hot spicy foods until I was in my late 20's. My son likes it very hot like my parents. I have to use at least one ghost chilli when making different bottled chilli sauces for him.
Back in the 80s I worked as a computer programmer for a mid-size business. I was given a project to create software for specific needs. No problem, I enjoyed doing it. But then ... I discovered that my Boss had taken 10000% credit for the project. My name wasn't even mentioned. I went to him and asked for a raise, and was told, 'NO'. So I said 'fine, see ya around' and quit. A few months later I got a phone call from him wanting me back to upgrade/fix the last project I worked on. I was THE ONLY one who knew what was going on with it. I gave my price, he agreed, and I went back on contract for a couple of months. While there, co-workers all came up to me and said they had no idea that I HAD WORKED on the project until the Boss admitted he had no idea what to do. He wasn't a programmer at all. All he had to do was give me a raise that I was due. Oh well.
My wife ordered a chalet/summerhouse for the garden, but there was a two month waiting time. During that time she got made redundant, so rang up the firm and cancelled the order and within a week, her credit card payment was repaid. She was excited as two things happened, she got and started a new job plus her sister and her husband were coming over fron NZ to stay for a couple of months. Well we had both gone to work and when we got home we found the chalet had not only been delivered, but my brother-in-law had pre-assembled and treated it. It was laying about in the garden drying. We were both aghast that it had turned up, she checked her statement and there clear as a bell, was the repayment. So we left it, but she ensured the payment was in her bank for 18 months in case they came back for payment but they never did. It was fully built in four days and i wired it for electricity at the weekend. So we got a free £500 chalet, this was in 1990 UK.
I enjoy spicy food, but I won’t eat it out in public (especially on a date). Let me enjoy blowing my nose as I eat in peace! 🤣
You say he couldnt handle it.....but he ate the whole steak soooo he could he just went through pain
We lived on the bottom floor and a family with 2 little girls lived above. Now keeping little kids totally quiet is virtually impossible, but they would be literally stomping till 10- 11 pm!! I finally went upstairs knocked on the door and spoke with the mom. I dont think they realized how Loud the kids were and come to find out they were playing The Lava game which explained the stomping. I said to mom that I didnt expect kids to be perfectly quiet but if they could stop the Lava game at maybe 8 -9 so us old folks could get to sleep that would be great. And that they did. It was a pleasant conversation and we got to know them a very sweet family.
my fried moves in an apartment building . The parking is not provided , so everybody had to find a spot on the street. Since the previous owner did not lived there , my friend did not find an empty spot ... so it was either fight with a neighbour playing catch the parking place , or be creative.
So .. this place , was very hard to park on, but with enough skills and patience, my friend managed it. It was kind of close to this lady 's kitchen window, but my friend was gone 8 -5 , so ... and right next to it it was the school yard where teenagers played basketball every afternoon .. it was not really peacefull to begin with.
One morning this Karen starts yelling at my friend about the noise he does at 8 am when he gears the cars and leaves to work .. maybe 30 seconds of noise .....she accused him of not beeing a resident there (he was ..) and tells him his tires will be flat if he dares to park there again.
My friend was not really afraid, but the spot was close to the window ... and fighting with your neighbours is not a good ideea , so he decided not to park there anymore. Another neighbour lost his driver licence due to his age, and sold his car, so my friend parked on his spot .
Couple of weeks passed. One morning , 5 am, a fight shouting match is happening...Karen is in tears , but it does not count or help...
Another neighbour saw the spot. As my friend did not parked there anymore, he figured it was free.
This guy , big , tall , big muscle, had a bussiness selling fruits and veggies in the market. Every morning he went to a place to take the stuff , load it in his truck , and went to the market. The place did make deliverys at 5 am , but there was no place to park at his home ...Now he found it. He parked his car on the tiny spot , the delivery was made on his old spot , and he spend like 30 minutes to 1 hour loading the veggies... with 2 other helpers ... you can imagine the noise of 3 man loading a truck with veggies.
Karen tried to yell , complain , and theaten the guy, but this one just laugh in her face. Nasty things could happend to her windows too if his truck would be damaged in any way ... and he was not joking.
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My friend moved from the building like 2 years ago.. But sometimes in the evening, he passes by .. the truck is stil parked there, ready for the next morning to be loaded ... at 5 A.M...
1st story: Why would this guy FORCE OP to work longer than they want
2nd story: Hey, free mower
3rd story: They're trying to be as quiet as possible, get off their ass
4th story: Be careful what you ask for, you'll get it
5th story: Don't piss off your employees, you'll regret it every time
6th story: Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
Story 1: when he tells the story, the manager of the bakery *definitely* leaves out the part where he was trying to exploit a teenager.
In a few years, he probably won't even remember that part.
There was another story some time ago where a guy ordered a replacement toilet... One single toilet. He's been getting a new toilet delivered to his home every month for years now and the shipping company and store he bought it from just laughed off and tell him to keep it.
Story #1, 5am to 7pm is 14 hours straight, that's an illegal amount of nonstop work even with overtime for most job types, even for an adult...but triply so for anyone under 18, and OP was under 16 for the vast majority of it.
Story 2: yep, happened to me. I needed a new dryer. I just wanted a simple plain white model, nothing fancy. I chose one and paid for it (around 400). It was delivered and hooked up while I was at work. My daughter and daughter - in - law were there and began using it right away. I get home, and it is not the one I purchased. This one has a glass door, electronic everything, and cost around 700. I called the store and explained that they were welcome to come and get the now used dryer and bring the one I purchased or I would simply keep the one delivered. They did not switch them. Yes, same store as OP.
My brother's house in Georgia, I hate walking anywhere that doesn't have carpet. When walking in the woods floors it sounds like you're stomping every step.
Sometimes you just can’t make an employee understand or maybe it just that it’s not worth messing with their own paperwork. I bought a name brand plasma cutter and it wasn’t all there when it was delivered. I called them and they sent a new one but no return label for the original one. I called and explained what happened and the guy told me, no worries he’d take care of it. The next week another new cutter was delivered. I called and they went through the paperwork on their end and told me everything was a-ok and the claim had been closed out…. A month before I didn’t have a cutter and now I have 3, there was nothing wrong with the original, it just didn’t come with cables, hose and cutter head!
Never f with the guy who is the only one that can do a specific job, especially if that job is crucial to everyone else being able to do their jobs
Story 3: they make these ground levelers that make a nice loud bang when used on a floor, I would not hesitate to use one against that lady
S2: So you... went there looking to purchase a new mower... and... DIDN'T go there the first time in a vehicle capable of bringing one home? Even though you own one?
S3: "Every time we bang? Banging."
S4: And we all know how "well" water works against capsaicin...
4th Story. As my dad would have put it, "That guy, probably needed a fire extinguisher in the bathroom".
5:50 I secretly bought a floor polisher for my mother; (our house had a few acres of polished wood floors); organized so it was delivered while she was out, hid it. Two days later, guy turns up from the same store with ANOTHER floor scrubber. My mother called me out of my room; she had already taken the second one as a delivery, so I was totally embarrassed trying to explain I wasn't trying to rip them off for two of the same products like it totally looked like, I'd been trying to hide that I already had one to keep it as the Big Non Surprise Now that it was. Sigh. "I already have one. But I was trying to NOT LET MY MOTHER KNOW, surprise birthday gift...gee". Red faced. She didn't like it anyway. Realized many years later she didn't actually like working in any way, shape or form, but I love clean shiny floors lol.