I was working at the Publix deli, had just started in the kitchen literally 2 days before Super Bowl, I told my manager “hey I’m gonna need some help in the kitchen in Super Bowl day or switch me with someone that has more experience” she never did. (Mind you my other manager, on such busy days would put two of the best in the kitchen together)
Day came, I went in with my redbull in hand trying to do as good as possible but I burnt myself a couple of times and I was starting to get too overwhelmed. I asked her for help and she said “you should’ve tried harder” I quit right there on the spot, bought a carton of eggs and egged the f**k out of her car.

I once accidentally replied “Love you” at the end of a work call with my boss.. but she laughed and said love you too haha.

Tailors and dressmakers are rare now. Both those who do alterations and those who make clothes "to order."

Cobbler- shoe repair people. Also did other leather repair such as purse straps, luggage, etc.

Jewelry and watch repair for everyday items. Every little town used to have one. Now only at very high/expensive levels.

Small appliance repair. Toasters, coffee makers, waffle irons, wall clocks, etc. all used to be repaired.

Wallpaper hangers. There used to be people who did this full time. Now it's rare.

Photo studios. I know there are some left, such as wedding photographers. But there used to be many independent studios and in all the department stores, even KMarts, etc. where you could take your kids for photos or have engagement or other photos taken.

Upholsterers. Very hard to find now. I waited a year to get an old chair redone. My mom had her couch and living room chairs reupholstered regularly. Now people just buy new.

Catalog sales stores. There were small shops in rural towns like Sears stores where you'd place a catalog order and then go to pick up the delivery when they called you. This was not a Sears store like in the city. Just a small store with tables and chairs to sit at, go through catalogs, and fill out your order form. Or if you had a catalog at home, to drop off a pre-completed form there. Why do that? There was no shipping charge like if you mail ordered it to your home.

My dad was a floor trader at the Chicago Board of Trade. Ya know, the kind that yells at the top of their lungs in brightly colored jackets. He didn’t even go to college. I used to work summers down there .

It’s all computers now.

Rag & Bone man (UK) would collect old clothes/ small items or bric a brac to recycle. Always a horse drawn flat back wagon

Coal man, the same as above by horse and full of sacks of coal

Chimney sweep, to clean out all the open fire hearths and chimneys.

When I was very young I can remember the Iceman bringing blocks of ice to our house for refrigeration. I was probably about 4 years old when we got an electric refrigerator.

Today it's hard to believe there was a need for elevator operators. But they weren't always automated. I remember growing up in the 50's, and what few buildings in our town had elevators, there was always an operator. A New York city operator strike in the 40's led manufacturers to create the elevators we have today.

Toll collectors. There used to be manned booths on the PA turnpike, but that's completely disappeared.

My mom found the BDSM lesbian Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfiction I was writing when I was 16.

I explained it away and 6 years later she still doesn't suspect that I'm bisexual.

I'm not a parent, I'm the baby sitter, but one time I watched a 6 year old Jewish girl who was really upset about not celebrating Christmas. Her parents were really orthodox and didnt let her sing Christmas carols or even eat candy canes. As I tucked her in, she showed me a little gingerbread house she made out of saltine crackers, skittles, and peanut butter. Cutest thing I ever saw, and I never told her parents as she would have gotten in trouble, but she was something special.

My eye doctor walked into the wall once during an exam. My EYE DOCTOR 👀.

My psych once asked me what caused my PTSD

As I was telling him, I started crying and shaking.

"Damn I didn't think the question would make you cry" he responded.

THREE PHDS AND YOU DON'T THINK REMEMBERING THE CAUSE OF THEIR PTSD WILL MAKE SOMEONE CRY???