Unfiltered Story #45591

Yukon, Oklahoma | Unfiltered

I’m selling tickets on a fairly busy Saturday night. A group of five teens comes up to me and all purchase their tickets separate for an R rated movie. I am one of the sticklers for checking ID unlike some of the other employees and managers. I get to the third boy in line.

Me: And if I can just see your ID please.

Him: Why do you need my ID?

Me: Because the movie is rated R. It’s federal law that I check it or you be accompanied by an adult over 21.

Him: Well, I don’t have it.

Me: Well, I’m terribly sorry but we have a strict “No ID, no sale” policy here.

By now the boys around him are groaning and looking irritated, oddly enough at him. The boy looks away, huffs, and then grins like he has a million dollar idea.

Him: *badly flirting* Come on, you won’t lose your job. Do it, just for me? Come on!

Me: As I said before, no ID, no sale. Come back with a valid state issued driver’s license and I’ll sale you the ticket.

Him: Seriously?!

The group wanders off for about ten minutes while I furiously deal with the line they caused. The boys then comes back and the obviously underage one shoves a plain card in my face and in the second he had it there I read fishing license and noted that it had no picture.

Him: There! That has my birthday on it! Now sell me the ticket.

Me: Sorry. I still can’t. I don’t know if that actually belongs to you because it has no picture and I said Driver’s License. That could be someone else’s for all I know.


By now I’m stressed and agitated and do something I have never done in the six years I’ve been in retail, snap back.

Me: *leaning over the computer* Look! No amount of yelling is going to get me to sell you the ticket, okay?! Bring. Back. Your. License. And I will sell you the ticket. It’s rated R for a reason.

Him: WHATEVER! Have an awful day! Just whatever.

Unfiltered Story #45590

Kenosha, WI | Unfiltered

So, I’m working a 7 hour shift during Halloween at Party City. I’m doing recovery and reshop, which is basically putting back all the returned items and cleaning up the store. I’m not actually interacting with any customers, at this point.

A little girl, about 13 years old, comes up to me and says, “Excuse me, worker lady….”

To which I reply, “Yes, can I help you with something?”

“Oh, I was just wondering if you’re a Tomboy??” she asks.

“What?” I reply.

“Are you a Tomboy?” she asks again.

“No, I’m not?” I reply, confused.

“Well you look like one.” she states.

“Oh, thanks, I guess.” I say with a happy tone.

“That’s not a compliment; it means you’re ugly” she snaps back at me while turning around and quite literally prancing away.

To which I wish I could have replied “Yeah, well you have the ugliest personality I’ve ever come across,” but didn’t say because I”m sure I would have lost my job over that for.

I proceed to spend the next 2 and a half hours crying whilst trying to make the customers left in the store happy.

Unfiltered Story #45589

London | Unfiltered

Customer: Excuse me, but do you have any staplers? I need to give my accountant all of my receipts, so i need something to hold them together

Me: We only sell staple free staplers, is that ok?

(I lead him to our selection of staple-free staplers)

Customer: *confused* How does that work?

Me: It punches a hole in the papers and then slots it back.

Customer: Oh I see…

Me: But this one only works on six sheets of paper

Customer: And then, what you have to throw it away?

Me: *face-palm*

(If he thinks staplers are disposable, then it’s no wonder he needs an accountant)

Unfiltered Story #45519

MA, USA | Unfiltered

(I work at a truck rental company. Part of my job is to check in the trucks customers return. I usually make some small talk with them as I walk around and ensure the truck is okay. Some of the trucks have locks attached to the back with the key attached to the keychain of the truck key. I have to unlock the back of this truck.)

Customer: (jokingly) “Careful, there might be dead bodies back there!”

Me: “That’s alright. We do charge extra for body removal though!”

Customer: “Imagine they were the Cowboys’ cheerleaders! I would look at those bodies”

Me: ………..

Unfiltered Story #45511

| Langhorne, PA, USA | Unfiltered

I work in a relatively small amusement park just outside of Philadelphia. People come from all over to see the characters that the park is known for. While the prices are quite high, park employees have no responsibility for them and can’t change them at all.

Me: Hi! Welcome to [Park Name]! How can I help you?

Guest: You can tell me why the prices here are so f***ing high!

Me: Well, I have no control over the prices-

Guest: What do you mean, you have no control? Don’t you work here?

Me: Well, yes, I do work here, but I only sell the tickets, I don’t control the corporation that decides the price.

Guest: That is ridiculous! I demand you give me the lowest possible price!

Me: Do you have a coupon or a season pass? Or do you know someone with a season pass? Or are you the family member of an active military soldier?

Guest: ….No, but what does that have to do with anything?

Me: Those are the only ways to get a discount.

Guest: …I want the season pass then. At least then I only have to pay once.

She then proceeds to purchase four of the most expensive of the three types of season passes that the park offers. So instead of storming off in a huff like I expected, she spent more money after ranting about the high prices.

Guest: Thank you!

Me: [I wave absently] [to my coworker, I say]: did that just happen?

Coworker: I’m just as surprised as you are.

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