At a gas station with friends.
I bought some gas for my friend who was taking me home, so I'm paying inside cause it's a very small gas station. I give the man my card, and he asks for my ID which I oblige.
Man stops dead cold, puts my card and my ID in his till.
Man: This isn't your card or ID. I am confiscating it for fraud, and will be calling the cops.
Me: What the hell man? That's my card and ID. Did you read the names?!
Man: But your ID doesn't look like you. The card isn't yours either.
Me: Call the cops. You're stealing from me. I cannot believe you don't notice the only difference from the ID photograph is the fact I wear glasses now.
I proceeded to be a bit of a nuisance and take my glasses off and on to show the obvious.
Man: You have other forms of ID?
Me: Yeah, but I'm not letting you touch it. You're likely to take it too.
The cashier called the cops, so I'm throwing a slight fit with my friend who's about to go off on the guy.
Cops come about 5 minutes later and get my card and ID from the cashier.
Cops look like they are about to smack the man in the head once they look at everything.
C1: You have another form of ID?
I showed my school ID, and for the hell of it I had my SS card on me for a job thing.
You run her card for her purchase and lets all move on here.
Cashier does as he's told with a grumble. Cops ask me if I want to do anything since he was completely in the wrong. I shake my head, take my stuff and leave.
I don't know what the hell the cashier was thinking. Yeah, I got my ID five years ago. (It's still valid for two years.) I wear glasses now...I STILL look like a 16 year old kid, just with better makeup skills.
Yeah, so not going to that station ever again.
This is minor bad service, but it's getting annoying.
3 times now in the past week, I've had to repeat myself multiple times at the order-box at McDonald's. Sometimes simple orders (1 sweet tea), sometimes complex (multiple teas/combos, etc). The common factor? When I've pulled around, the employee was *talking* on her cell phone while trying to take orders! I understand emergencies, but 3 times? And the conversations didn't sound urgent, given that I got to overhear part of it as she took my money, told the person on the phone to hold on a second, then ask the person at the drive-thru to repeat themselves.
Like I said, minor. But still annoying. And I did mention it to a manager when he was working the pick-up window, but it's still happening. It's just the only McDonald's that doesn't fill the cup so much with ice that there's only 3 sips of tea (my gripe with the next-closest McDonald's), or give me unsweet!
This isn't a super big OMG TERRIBLE thing, but it's something that really annoyed me today.
We're supposed to be getting this huge snowstorm tomorrow, blah blah, we went shopping for supplies. I picked up a few junk foody things: a box of animal crackers and those YUMMY Reese's eggs. I have a two year old, who was sitting in the front of the cart while we were shopping. I took the items listed and put them in the cart without him seeing them, as he's two and seeing anything he wants results in a breakdown. Gotta love those terrible twos!
So we get to the register, my husband is putting stuff on the belt, I'm entertaining/playing with my son, la di da. I push him up so my husband can put the bags in the back of the cart and he starts talking to the cashier. She's friendly, smiles at him and they're talking. I look over him to ask my husband to be careful with the eggs or something of that sort, and when I look back down my son has the animal crackers in his hands.
I assume he's grabbed them off the belt while I was talking, so I put them back down and redirect him. She says, "Oh, I handed him those," and hands them BACK. No, 'Hey is it ok if I give your kid these?' Or even 'Are these his?'
I'm just kind of like... awesome. I tell him those aren't his, I have other stuff for him, and I redirect him again. The cookies go in a bag in the cart. The cashier gets to the Reese's, and tries to hand those to him, too. This time, I intercept and say, "Can you please put those in the bag?"
"OH," and she throws them in.
Like... really? On what planet do you offer a child anything without asking a parent? Not once, not twice, but three times? Especially after you saw me take the cookies away twice? I don't get it.
So on Thursday January 28, 2010, I was rear-ended. I was at a complete stop when someone slammed into the back of me and pushed me forward into the car in front of me. I'm fine, my brother is fine, guys in the other van are fine, whatever. Cops come, we move our cars out of the street, and we get down to business. He gets both sides of the story, and issues the citation to the other driver (the one who hit me.) I am handed a copy of his insurance information, which then gets handed to my parents (who are the title owners of the car). That weekend I leave town with a friend, to come back Monday.
Monday, February 1st, my father calls their insurance company, Selective Insurance. He finds that the person who hit me (a local AC company) hasn't even REPORTED the accident yet. Yep, that's right, the owner of the severely damaged "victim" car had to report the collision to the OTHER insurance agency. He is told that they cannot tell him anything until they talk to the driver of the van, and as far as a rental "get one and we'll reimburse you." ...yeah not happening. So this is all fine and dandy, since we ASSUME they're going to get the other driver on the phone.
Thursday, February 4th, my father calls back to find out that the insurance company "has to wait for the police report." Which, at this point, can be pulled up online. So my father does that and faxes it to them. They tell him they'll get in touch with me shortly to get a statement, and also that they haven't decided liability yet because they're doing their own "investigation" to find out whether or not I was really at fault! (even though the citation was clearly issued to their insured driver). Oh, and that they're not going to pay to store my broken down car past the next day, nor are they going to pay to tow it anywhere else. AND they still haven't talked to the driver at fault. The next day (2/5), a rep named Amber calls me and records my statement which was as follows: The car in front of me stopped short and suddenly. I braked and was able to come to a complete stop. The van behind me hit me and pushed me into the car in front of me. The car in front of me fled the scene. End. That's all. I think 'Great! Things are finally progressing.'
Yesterday (Monday 2/8) my parents tell me that Selective sent them a letter in the mail stating that they refused to pay for storage past 2/5 and that they were not going to tow it anywhere else. They also said that since they hadn't established liability, my parents would have to pay the FULL $475 and wait to be reimbursed by the company. Fabulous. Well, we have to do this, because we can't afford to incur more fees, so today (2/9) we drive to where it was stored and work everything out (the guy ended up giving us a free tow because the place we wanted it towed to was only about a mile down the road.) and I get pictures of my pitiful car and grab some stuff out of it.
Still haven't heard from the insurance company about anything. Still don't know when they'll get an adjustor out there to look at the stupid car. STILL DON'T KNOW IF THEY'VE TALKED TO THE DRIVER.
ughhh past being frustrated, are there any laws (NC) about reporting accidents in a timely manner or ANYTHING. I'm almost at my wits end with these people.
ETA: I only have liability on my own car. In case this needs to be mentioned.