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re: "Who the heck does [unwanted arm rub, unwanted arm rub]," I've encountered it before. In fact, my own mother can be a culprit.

Ugh. :P

-The Gneech

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The women at my office do stuff like that to me all the time, usually when they're walking up behind me and don't want to spook me, or as a way of saying excuse me. Sometimes they go for the 'arm-around conversion'. It's enough to make me wish I had poison barbs.

The worst part is, I'm in a huge company that routinely fires men for nothing more than calling their assistant, "babe."

I can feel my testicles shrinking! T~T

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Yes, I assume most companies have a "sexual harassement" policy, and probably calling your assistant "babe" follows under most of them. It depends on how much of a rules-stickler they want to be. I've heard the field engineers call some of the women here "babe", but the most egregious example that even made me uncomfortable concerned one of my workmates who coudln't be more than 24 years old, tops (and I'm being very generous with that estimate, probably younger), who was pregnant with her first child (she should be giving birth right about now). One of the field engineers (who, by the way, never see us, they're all over the US and we interact with them via phone), always referred to her as "his little MILF". She found it quite cute, but it sent creppy shivers up my spine when I heard that.

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My favorites are 3 and 16. I also like 19. Bill Griffith would be proud.

I'm confused by the title of 14 and the content of 25.

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Those are superb. People working retail have the best stories. I will never be rude to a cashier or waiter cause those guys have to put up with so much crap.

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Same here! One of my guiding principles is to never end up described in customers_suck. Or customerssuck. (Apparently communities with both spellings exist. Huh.)

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I worked as a telemarketer for just over a year (and absolutely hated it). For a while after I quit that job I was always kind to telemarketers because I knew what they had to put up with. After about a year or so, I stopped being nice to them and went back to my old ways when they stopped being nice to me (ie insisting on continuing their sales pitch even after I've already politely turned them down.)

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I'm the same. I try to be courteous and polite when I call into a phone bank after doing phone support for so long, but if someone won't take no for an answer when giving a sales pitch, I usually hang up.

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A couple of stories from my retail days... (yeah this is an old post; I haven't read much LJ lately!):

Working at Computer City (remember them?), a guy walked into the store and asked me, "Where's the motor oil?"

I thought I misheard him. "Sorry?"

"The motor oil. On what aisle do you keep it?"

"This is Computer City."

He looks around. "Oh. I thought this was an auto parts store."

...

Also there, had people at the door an hour after we had closed, telling us we're supposed to be open until midnight tonight. They held up a Circuit City ad to prove it.

...

I once parked my motor scooter in the warehouse, coming in through the dock. After the store closed, I got suited up and rode onto the sales floor, down the software aisle, and out the front door.

...

But the best one comes from the CompUSA days. I had a knack for catching crooks -- caught three in two days, even. It became so routine that I got a bit glib with them. A couple handed me the worst fake credit card I'd ever seen (the hologram area was rainbow-tape in the shape of a fish, among other silliness).

I smiled and said, "So, do you have a real one?"

The guy pretended to be offended and said he'd never shop here again. He demanded to have his card back. I was about to shove it into the receipts slot when he leapt over the counter and grabbed me from behind, trying to pry the card from my hands.

As customers and colleagues alike gasped, in this dire situation, what did I say?

"UNHAND ME, SIR!"

The guard grabbed the guy and threw him out. The woman with him went willingly. (She was only there to hand the card over, because the crooks always have a woman hand over the fake cards.)

Moments later, we started laughing at my cheesy dialog.

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Bravo! Good show, old bean.

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"Do y'all got pancakes?"

"Sorry, sir, you're looking for the 'IHOP Garden'. That's next door."

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Coincidenc? http://www.comics.com/wash/singlelooking/

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