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I'm driving behind a middle-aged woman going fifteen miles under the speed limit with her hazards on. We pull into the same gas station, so my son asks her:
Son: "Do you need any help or something with your car?"
Driver: *Confused.* "No, why would you ask that?"
notalwaysright_feedRead Barking Up the Wrong Sign
Customer: "Excuse me, I’m looking for signs that say 'Keep dogs off the grass.'"
Me: "Sure thing, sir. Right over here."
Customer: "Yeah, but I need the ones dogs can understand."
Me: "Uh…"
notalwaysright_feedMy sister-in-law recently had her birthday, so we were at my in-laws’ place for the party. She has two sons, one of which just turned 6. A few of us were sitting at the kitchen table chatting and not fully paying attention to the children. I am talking with the boy’s father and suddenly the […]
notalwaysright_feedRead No Such Thing As A Free Lunch Period
Part of my normal duties is supervising the cafeteria during student lunch. The school administrators (principal, vice principal, and counselor) and two other teachers are supposed to be there as well, but I am frequently left alone to supervise some two hundred and fifty students while they eat.
notalwaysright_feedI don’t have one cohesive story on this particular inability to comprehend but sadly this conversation happens a few times a year. The subject: Why you can not be both the insured and the beneficiary on a life insurance policy. The non tactful answer; the policy only pays out if you are dead and therefor […]
notalwaysright_feedhttps://notalwaysright.com/potatoes-have-eyes-and-apparently-ears/329082/ The above story reminded me of a customer we once had. (Note: I am not medically or psychologically trained, so this is no diagnosis, just observation.) A few years ago I worked in a video rental store, and there was a customer who apparently had a multiple/split personality. He would come in after he […]
notalwaysright_feed(My step-dad seems to think he has a great sense of humour, and while normally his jokes fall flat, he sometimes has some great ones that others don’t seem to understand. Like this incident while he was at work. Football Season is coming up so the store sets out a couple of chairs and other […]
notalwaysright_feedI’m out in the garden area of the store when I find myself facing a Situation. I do my best to handle it on my own, but can’t quite be sure it’s been taken care of properly. Unfortunately, none of my coworkers are around, so I approach a customer. Me: “Excuse me, ma’am?” Customer: “Yes?” […]
notalwaysright_feedRead Be Careful How You Express Yourself At The Express Lane, Part 4
Cashier: "Ma'am, it's fifteen items or less. This is the express lane."
Customer: *Scoffs angrily.* "Then you need to have a sign!"
The cashier looks at the massive sign we all had to walk past.
Read Be Careful How You Express Yourself At The Express Lane, Part 4
post_secret_feedTo: “frank” <frank@postsecret.com>
Dear Frank-
Twelve years ago I mailed in my license plate with the message “I don’t know where my home is” scrawled on the front. I had just dropped out of college and moved across the country to live with my dad. A lot has changed since then, but some things haven’t.
My life imploded (again) and I found myself back in my dad’s house; I changed careers, graduated college, and went to grad school. But that secret has followed me for a decade, often featured on the website or exhibits.
It popped up a few weeks ago and I thought “nothing has changed, I’m still just that lost kid” and then I realized how wrong I was. I’m not sure that I feel any more at home here now than I did back then, but something has changed. I found home in myself. Finally the skin that I live in feels like enough. Thank you for being a place of growth, love, and acceptance for all these years.
-Erica
Hi Erica,
Thanks for your secret! I remember receiving that “naked mail” over a decade ago and yes it has been shared many times; on the web, in my PostSecret talks, and in museums from the Smithsonian to the Museum of Us.
I know many people have felt a connection to your secret and I believe many will now relate to your story behind it. Courage is contagious and I believe your story will inspire others to tell their truth – and take that first step in their journey.
Your secret definitely has a home, so glad you found yours.
Be well,
-Frank
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notalwaysright_feedRead All Of That?! Baguette About It!
Me: "Ma'am, I said just a couple of items."
Next Customer: "I know, but then I remembered I needed toothpaste, and I can't get toothpaste without the mouthwash and floss, and then I remembered I'm always flossing out pork, so I got the pork, and, well…"
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notalwaysright_feedRead Fried Potatoes And Neurons
Me: "Yeah, can I get a cheeseburger meal with cheese, please? Medium fries and a Diet Coke."
Employee: "So that's a double bacon burger with no cheese, onion rings, and a Dr. Pepper?"
Me: "I… I don't even know how you could get everything so wrong."
notalwaysright_feedRead On The Need For Hazard Pay, Part 41
Customer: "I need to return this."
Me: "I'm afraid we can't process that return, madam."
Customer: "Ugh, why not?!"
Me: "We can't do returns on intimates."
notalwaysright_feedRead Thermodynamics, You Take It From Here, Part 27
Customer: "Where’s your ice?"
Me: "End of aisle twelve, in the chest freezer by the exit."
Customer: "Okay, but… which kind melts slower?"
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