I had a delivery at work yesterday and the guy handed me his phone to sign and just did a squiggle of my initials. He looked at it and said: “No, no, that’s not a signature” and rolled his eyes and deleted it, handed it back to me and said “it needs to be your actual signature”

I take his phone and do a version of my actual signature, which is my first 2 initials then my surname, all squiggly.

He rolls his eyes and deletes it again and says “you cannot get your package if you do not sign it correctly” and hands it back.

I take it and write my name in big block capitals instead. He looks at it and sighs and said “it’ll do”. It was for a delivery of paper coffee cups.

EDIT AND PLEASE READ!!

I intentionally did not name the cafe because while my experience was not good, I left them feedback via Google reviews and that should be the end of it. It is not fair for a business, even one with a poor sales strategy, to come under fire from hundreds or thousands of angry Redditors who have never been there.

Someone has been posting the name of the cafe, I have no idea how they found it, but this has lead to review bombing of this local small business.

Please do not review or harass them, it is poor behaviour, no matter how much third hand irritation you have, for gods sake it’s just bacon.

Just had an experience on the weekend that was so bizarre I can’t really stop telling people about it. It’s one of those super minor things but has so perplexed me….

Go to a cafe. Lovely location by a lake in a rural area. Order a bacon roll, £5 - not bad. Comes out and I open it up and spot just one rasher of bacon in.

My wife & I think that’s a bit stingy so I find the waitress/owner and say politely I just opened the roll up and saw there’s only one slice of bacon.

She looks me dead in the eye and says “oh yes that’s because it’s back bacon.” As if that resolved the matter entirely.

It threw me through a loop, and I just thought “you’re talking to a brick wall here” so I just said “fine” and went back to the table.

I’m 36 and never in my entire life have I been stinged off with just one slice of bacon. I know this is a minor thing but it’s just so bizarre to me that this is the way they run a business. My wife ordered a sausage roll which was same price and got 2 sausages.

The final slice of irony is that the cafe was part of a butchers who owns a pig farm. So they literally have a much lower margin. It was entirely unremarkable. Cheap white roll. Standard slice of bacon. I get better at Greggs.

When I worked at a supermarket, I had to train a 17 year old girl on her first day.

While we were putting out the ready meals, I tried to break the ice with some casual small talk: "Do you prefer Chinese or Indian food?"

Big mistake.

She immediately launched into a foul mouthed rant full of slurs about how much she hated Indian people. When I cut her off and explained how completely out of line and racist she was being, she just shrugged and said:

"You shouldn't have asked if you didn't want to hear the truth."

Safe to say, her supermarket career ended almost as soon as it started.

Should the World Cup never have a half time show again? It feels like more corporate crap.

I’m an Aussie visiting Yorkshire. It’s eight degrees this morning and yet I’m seeing kids go to school in shirts, no coats or jumpers.

And I’m seeing adults sat outdoors at cafes when there is seating inside. Some guys are wearing shorts. With a breeze blowing it feels a lot colder than eight degrees, and I’m feeling cold wearing three layers and a scarf.

What’s going on? Is this a case of northern folk being bred not to feel the cold or more of a social/fashion convention to dress like it is summer?

If I sent my kids to school dressed so lightly in cold weather I think I’d get reported to social services. Please explain.

We've just had a really confused conversation with our 13-year-old. He wants to go to the supermarket but he doesn't have any money in his bank account. He does have a £20 that his grandmother gave him at his birthday.

He wanted to go to a bank so he could deposit the £20 in his account. We explained the banks all shut some hours ago.

So he wanted to give us the £20 and have us transfer the money into his account.

After a lot of confused back-and-forth, we realised he didn't know you could use cash at a supermarket. His mother's going with him to show him how to pay for something in cash.

Is this the future?

Spellings, customs, the way they write the date... there are many curiosities about those strangers across the Atlantic that seem wrong us, or just leave us thinking why? But are there any definitely occasions where you think "We're wrong, they're right"? For bonus points, which difference angers you the most?

I'll go first. I prefer the American pronunciation of "lieutenant". It more accurately represents the number of times the letter F appears. My biggest annoyance is that we caved in and adopted their spelling of "sulphur" and their definition of "billion" as 10⁹ rather than 10¹².

A new little specialty grocery store recently opened in my town, offering food, drinks, and snacks from the UK. I’m in Massachusetts BTW. My mom and I went there today and picked up some meat pies, pasties, teas, chocolates, and drinks. Ribena, I’m a new fan.

Among the drinks, we got a six-pack of Irn-Bru, the “official” soft drink of Scotland.

I’ve just had my first three swallows, and I have absolutely no idea what it is I’m drinking.

To look at it, you’d think it was an orange soda. It is not. It’s sorta caramel, sorta cream soda, and sorta bubblegum. Yet somehow, it’s also none of those things.

I’m now five swallows in, and my mouth doesn’t know if it likes it or not. First I do. Then I don’t. Then I kinda do, but not really.

It’s very confusing.

A few weeks ago I went to a comedy show and a woman in her late 30s or early 40s came on stage and the man behind me said “great, ten minutes of period and perimenopause jokes” I turned around said “stop being a prick and give her a fucking chance rather than judge her as soon as she comes on stage”.

What followed was ten minutes of period and perimenopause jokes with a sprinkling of being single and living with cats. I could sense the man’s big grin without turning around to confirm it lol.

All my colleagues seem to spend their entire weekend doing things that revolve around the kids. There seems to be this routine of getting them out the house as soon as they wake up, doing stuff with them all day, getting them home and up to bed.

I seem to remember definitely having to entertain myself at times while my parents were doing things around the house etc. I don’t think I would have wanted to have been going on trips and doing class after class as I needed down time. Realise this was only my experience though.

Don’t get me wrong I know they are likely great parents and I understand the need to get the kids away from screens, but it really does seem like quite a lot. Is it the new normal now? Do children not get overstimulated and need down time too? Is it not good to let them use their imagination occasionally?

Currently sat in A&E with my gf, we’ve been here 8 hours and have just had a nurse come out and say there’s been an emergency and nobody will be getting seen anytime soon, advised to come back at 8am 😭. That’s not possible the state my gf is in!

I haven’t been to A&E in years but this is a shambles.

Anybody got any similar stories ?

Edit. She has a cyst on her ovary, we suspect it may have burst or be bleeding. It’s not something we want to risk going home. She’s extremely drowsy and in a lot of pain with a temperature of 39, they have given codeine which has helped with the pain.

Edit 2. Now around 15 hours in, we have finally been moved from A&E to a ward. Ended up spending around 11, 12 hours waiting. Like we thought a suspected ruptured ovarian cyst. We have been for a “urgent” CT scan and advised her not to eat as she might need surgery, just waiting for a doctor to come and speak to us with the results. Going on 27 hours with no sleep.

Edit 3. Now 22 hours in. We were given the choice of a ct scan or an ultrasound earlier today, told we could have the ct now or wait for the ultra and that the ct would be more accurate, we chose the ct as we want this all over as soon as. As it stands we are in a 25 degree room with no air con being told we need an ultrasound. Not happening today as they can’t fit her in. No idea why we had the ct scan, hit with shit loads of radiation for what.. She hasn’t eaten in 24+ hours but is now being offered food in the next hour. Still no idea if the cyst is ruptured or is twisted. I’ve had 1hr 23mins of sleep in 34 hours. The NHS is cooked.

Hi there, first post on here just curious if anyone's ever had the police do this before?, I was sleeping in bed and woke up to find this on my ring doorbell.

I haven't had any run ins with the police before and haven't done anything illegal that im aware of, it has scared me and my 7 year old.

I have called 101 and they said they couldn't see anything related to me and they have not been back since.

We live in a somewhat decent place so this is very confusing. Any replies would be appreciated 🙂

UPDATE: I spoke with local officers today and they confirmed that this was a genuine officer and that he had incorrectly went to my address, there was a similar house number and street name they were meant to attend to instead.

Thank you to everyone for your information and help.

I believe that Sundays should be a day of rest, and actually believe shops etc should be shut like they used to be or you see in places like Germany still. Same goes for Bank Holidays. What out of date opinion do you hold?

I know they’re lovely cars, but I’ve never understood how they became the symbol of having money

I've recently had a new kitchen fitted, and obviously you experience a lot of decision fatigue when deciding what to do with the space. It reminded me of my Dad when growing up, he would refuse to let us use the dishwasher because "it cost too much to run" and "used too much water".

A quick google disproves this, which he regularly told us as gospel and for all my years - the dishwasher was used as the worlds most expensive mug cupboard.

Ignoring this sage advice, I made space for and bought a dishwasher. And oh. my. god. Why the hell didn't I buy one earlier? Losing my dishwasher virginity at 28 has been quite the experience.

So Reddit, what are/were your parents adamantly wrong about?

My father, who is a bit of a prick to be fair, called my wife and I "lazy bastards" because we pay for a cleaner to come and give the house a deep clean every 2 weeks.

Keeping in mind that I have never once saw this man use as much as a hoover in my entire life. He always, ALWAYS leaves the cleaning to my step-mother.

Like I said, he's a prick. No point arguing with him either because he is insanely stubborn.

Wife and I decided long ago that, if we had the money, we would rather pay to free up every 2nd Saturday instead of dedicating the whole morning/afternoon to a deep clean.

So now we have a cleaner come every 2nd Friday while we're at work so we come home and start the weekend to a clean house.

Anything you've been judged for buying?

I was at the local frailty clinic (a sort of A&E for elderly people) with my Mum (86) today as she had an episode of dizziness and low blood pressure. They thought this has been caused by her being dehydrated. This is the third time this year she’s been admitted due to dehydration.

It’s a real battle to get her to drink any water. Listening to other conversations I would say 7 out of the other 10 patients were also dehydrated.

It seems as if that generation just don’t drink any water at all. I wondered why this is, I know growing up in the 70s & 80s we seemed to exist without drinking much water

American here. We tend to romanticise British pubs, village life, train travel, and the idea that everyone is constantly using dry humour. What aspect of British life looks charming from abroad but is considerably less enjoyable when you actually live there?

I was on a train once when an bloke sat opposite me, stared at me for about 30 seconds and suddenly said, “You’ve got the face of someone who’s made a terrible decision.”

I asked what did he mean.

He just went back to reading his newspaper.

Weird.

Mine: every time they leave our house, they fill the kettle to the absolute brim like they’ve just completed a community service project.

We don’t drink hot drinks at night. Ever. So it just sits there… a full kettle… achieving nothing except taking longer to boil in the morning.

I’ve mentioned it. Repeatedly. Politely at first, less politely now. Still happens without fail.

At this point I’m convinced they think they’re offsetting their stay. Not quite a mortgage payment, but in their heads it’s probably close.

Anyone else got in-laws performing completely useless “acts of service” that no one asked for?

Morning!

I just wanted to ask a quick question for native speakers.

English isn’t my first language, so I really try not to judge anyone’s grammar. But I’ve noticed something about myself. When someone texts me things like “your so sweet” I get randomly turned off.

I feel a bit bad about it because I know it’s not a big deal and people make mistakes, but I still can’t help...

When we were learning English, teachers really emphasized these kinds of differences a lot. I’m wondering when it’s your native language, is it taught differently?

Do you guys feel the same way, or is it something you don’t really notice/care about?

Wish you a lovely day :)

Edit: I apologize for using the word "ick" :)

It was the first thing that came to mind when I was writing the question. Perhaps "off-putting" would have been a more accurate expression. But you get the idea…

Went to an “adults-only” panto with my English husband. I am equal parts confused and worried. How do you all just have the responses on deck? What the heck just happened?

A few years back I was in Boots, completely on autopilot. Picked up what I thought was a bottle of water near the tills, cracked it open and took a massive swig before even reaching the cashier.

Micellar water. Full mouthful of makeup remover.

The cashier watched the entire thing happen and said nothing. Not a word. Just scanned my items like she hadn't just witnessed a grown adult poison themselves in aisle four.

I had two options, acknowledge it or pay and leave with whatever dignity I had left. I paid and left.

Still think about her sometimes. Hope she's well.

What's yours?

I work in a little record shop in Leeds and had someone come in today, hum three notes at me, and ask if I could tell them the song. Not the artist. The song. From the humming.

Told them I would need a bit more to go on, and they looked at me like I had personally let them down.

It got me thinking that every retail job must have its own version of this. The one request that comes in so often, or is so absurd, that a small part of you quietly leaves your body every time it happens.

So go on. What is the one that broke you.

2 weeks ago I was at an ATM and the lady in fronts card was eaten by the machine. She tutted and huffed, called it a 'fuckin knobhead', then walked off.

As you can see its still on my mind