Over the last few years on my Facebook account I would tell my friends of the wild and crazy goings-on in nighttime San Francisco, the BART system crazies and the cashiers of the world. Both frightening and funny, here are a few of my terrible tales, true stories that I experience.
Do you have any crazy tales from your town?
True Story: In Walgreen’s, clerk asks Are you a member? I said yes, put in my phone, etc. Later the same day, the same store, the same clerk — “Are you a member?” I said, “You know I am, you saw me this morning, remember?” She says, “Oh, you’re not a member then?” Argh.
I think she heard the word “remember” and thought it was member or something. I wish there was a school for low wage clerks!
Strange but True: I got some jellybeans for my jar at work but didn’t buy more and wish I could have gotten more. The next day my supervisor says “I got these jellybeans by mistake, want them?” Strange but True!
True story: I called a cr union to see if they have coin change machines. The cr union I usually use had an out of service machine.
I asked the customer service guy if his cr union has a coin change machine. He said no, because it lowers the fees.
Imagine that, a cr union which doesn’t want to lower fees. WOW!!
Yesterday, in 2017, same girl again asking for money, same line, same sign. She was a bit worse for wear. She was actually on the train, and when someone gave her money she’d say “Bless you” and when the train lurched unexpectedly throwing her off balance, she said, “Oh shit! Sorry!” Sad and funny.
True Story – SuperCuts and the Crappy Customer Service!
So I walk into the store and see the place is full to the brim with suits getting their haircuts. There is one chair left. No one at the waiting bench. Ah, my chance!
So I put on my coat, pocket my wallet (never know), and sign “Jim” and hesitantly wrote my phone number. I could always block it later.
I am escorted to the seat, the haircutter asked how I’d like it, I tell her, and I noticed she put the usual black sheet on me without asking about my glasses. I took them off myself. I noticed my nose was still being a problem and asked for a tissue. She said “A what?” I said a tissue and she hands me the box of the “tissues” that they use to go around your neck when you cut your hair! I tear it off after some effort, which she could have done for me, and it was like sandpaper on my nose. Yikes.
She mows my hair with some abandon when the lady from the cashier comes over, pushes the sign-in board into my face and says “Is this you? Is this your name?” I said, “Can’t this wait? I’m getting a haircut!”
She ignores my protest and says “Your name is Chris?” I say no, it’s Jim .
She doesn’t even say thanks, and walks away! Damn!
So I grumble about that and the haircutter ignores me and continues cutting. I’m used to chatty ones but she was quiet throughout. I noticed that she was careful in her cutting after that, maybe some amends for her loud, annoying cashier friend.
The haircutter then shows me the mirror, I say OK (it was just OK), and doesn’t even offer to give me back my glasses and no offer for a product on my hair, (as they USED TO years ago).
I make my way to the line of Suits who wait their turn to fork over their plastic. I finally get to pay, ensure I mark NO TIP and offers a receipt, I say no. She doesn’t even offer to say thanks, come again.
Back in “the Day”, I used to be asked about how often I get a haircut, suggest for me to come more often, chatter like that. Now I enter the business model of conveyor belt mentality, in-out-next!
Annoying but true
True story – Intelligence Quotient: I go to a different cashier the other day, I buy lottery tix and some milk for coffee. It’s cold and stormy. I say to her “Nice weather we’re having.” She says “That will be $6.99.”
Guy nearby says “Were you being sarcastic?”
I said, “Yeah, but not everyone gets it.”
True story – Having a Day: I go to a cashier, pay my money and she says “Have a Day! I guess that would be inevitable. She said it twice.
Absolutely disgusting! BART Powell Station. At 10:45pm. As I enter the train, some young punk threw a bag of sliced hot dog in the yellow strip outside. What the hell? 😳😳😳True story
True story: Bozo the Clown runs BART!
Sunday 7:55 am, North Berkeley BART. Station closed. Supposed to be open. Employees take a day off and didn’t tell anyone. I call Bart Police. They say Fremont Bart operator will open door. He opens, gives us access but card not accessed. I arrive at Montgomery Station. Agent doesn’t look surprised North Berkeley had no staff on duty. I get a free ride.
Tell me again why they called a strike in 2013? Argh!
True story: 145 Jefferson Safeway; how not to run a grocery chain. Sunday, 7pm, 25 people in one line, another 10 in Express. Finally after 20 minutes they open a third. Clerk rings it up surly and looks bored. Doesn’t bag them. I say “gonna bag them?”. Then he says he will. Such incompetence and no concept of service-oriented like Trader Joe’s ! 😬😜
True story: At 7-11 on Sansome Street, San Francisco. It’s 10:45PM. I walk in to pick up some milk for hot chocolate 🙂 when I see this guy on his cell, laughing and talking, stuffing a bag of chips into his jacket. It was sticking out as he nonchalantly walked out. The cashier was too busy chatting with is buddy to even notice. I pointed it out to him and he did not seem to care much. What price, morality?
True BART Story:
Had to listen to a bunch of rap from dancers who took over BART for a few minutes and then passed the hat.
Before that, a guy who’d been there a few weeks before saying the same story, wanted money since he was going to sleep outside. No one really paid attention since it costs good money to support the homeless.
Finally I dozed and nearly missed my station. The door was closing, I ran up and was nearly too late. I had to force the doors as its jaws bit into my arms. Ouch! At least I didn’t end up in El Cerrito Del Norte and have to add another 20-30 minutes to getting home that night.
Walking down Montgomery Street and just outside a building, a man put a pillow on a garbage can and sat on it, stretched out where his feet were resting on a bannister and he had his head out, and reading a book! And he had a fedora hat on! Wish I took a picture.
True Story: two friends were talking; the first says where can I meet you? The second says ‘Are you familiar with the City?’ He says yes. The second one says ‘By the Pyramid.” The first says, “Where’s that” Duh.
I was carrying my bag of groceries on Saturday evening on the way home when the rain storm unleashed its full fury and force on the grocery bag, and 40mph winds on the cereal box. When I got home, pretty sopping wet, the bag was in pretty bad shape but held together (Thank you god of Safeway) but the cereal box was quite a soggy box. Glad the inside lining left my corn flakes alone! True story!
True Story @ Work!
Always worth repeating:
Down the hall the copier is beeping like the mad machine it is. The attorney “can’t get it to work.” He calls over his secretary and she is having a hard time too. I walk over, see the problem and say “why don’t you put paper into it? The red indicator shows there is no paper in the trays!” I then put the paper in and it works fine.
Bambi Walked Into My Life — True Story! :
Last night I was getting on BART, Montgomery Street, when some Yahoo decides to force the door open. He ruined the door so it would not close. The driver was pretty mad but composed, telling the passengers in no uncertain terms that we would stay there thanks to Yahoo in the second to lead car. He also warned against violence on the perp.
Eventually we did go, but the Yahoo caused delay that made us miss the Richmond connection. Had to wait for the next one 20 minutes later. Thanks a lot!
And then, after leaving BART at Berkeley, here comes a DEER prancing down the street!
I have to stop staying up so late!
Today on the way to work, I walked by a woman who was taking care of a dead animal, rolling it into a box. I only took a glance as it was so disgusting to see. The fur looked like a beaver, probably a raccoon. Yuk.
And at 7:20 in the morning, too!
No adventures this week, although a girl with a crummy cardboard sign asked me for money, the same one who asked for money months ago. She’s young and not working? Yikes.
I’m coming out the North Berkeley Bart a few nights ago, around 11:15 pm., and a guy is stilling under a flag pole saying “Good night, I don’t want anything, just saying good night!” over and over to people as they pass by. No one pays him any attention. He says the same to me and I say “Thanks.” He was so taken by surprise by this that he said you’re welcome, and then thanks again.
Amazing, I was probably the only person who paid attention.
True Story: North Berkeley BART’s first train on Sundays leaves at 8:06 AM. The gate was locked, no explanation. Clock ticked well past 8:06 and I can hear the train going by. My train. The B-starts! Finally the workers come out and one is yelling over and over “It’s not my fault, it’s not my fault!” Yeah, way to go with the responsibility ticket, Bucko. Buncha nerds! I reported their heinies to the Constables at BART Central.
Sorry for the hot language!
True story: Saw a blind lady cross the street and head towards and entered an entry that said Sidewalk Closed, Local Access Only. I saw this but had to wait for the GD light to change as she headed towards some construction. I yelled to her when I got there and she heard me and came back. I then guided her back to the proper area.
Always helping the poor and disabled in my everyday life. 🙂
True story: I get off BART to go home and amidst a bunch of others I saw this fat wallet on a bench. Oddly no one else saw it.
I found the fat wallet and went to the escalator and talked to the attendant. He said “Hey, that’s exactly the wallet someone on Ashby called about, thanks.”
My work is done.