Unfiltered Story #160920

, , , | Unfiltered | August 26, 2019

I’ve been waiting tables for 10 years. Unlike most experienced waiters, I refuse to profile my tables. I give everyone the same level of service regardless of race, gender, age, disability, national origin, etc.

Black patron pays and leaves 5 on 30, which is less than I’m accustomed to.

I bring a bag to put their boxes in, bag it up, and they leave.

As I’m at the wait station the lady walks up to me.

Customer: My husband said to give you this because no one has ever bagged up our Togo items. *hands me 5 more dollars* (that’s now 10 on 30, a very nice tip)

Don’t judge people

For The First Time Ever, I’m Looking Forward To Monday

, , , , , , | Right | May 28, 2019

Several years ago, I was working in a garden center. We got our Easter lilies in the week of Easter. By Saturday, we still had some left. A lady came in and asked to see them. I took her to them and she seemed happy with how they looked. I asked her how many she would like and she replied that she would come back Monday when they would be half price.

At the end of the day, the owner came out of the office to leave. He saw that we only had a dozen or so left and told us to each take one, and an extra if we had someone to give one to. We ended up taking all that was left. I was glad to be there Monday to see the woman’s face when we had no half-price Easter lilies.

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Will Any One Of Them Do, Then?

, , , , , | Right | April 17, 2019

(I work at a small, local grocery store, the kind that prides itself on customer service. One of my jobs is to take customers’ bags out to their cars. We’re in a somewhat nice part of town, so our customers are mostly middle-upper class. I usually hear this every so often as I take carts out.)

Me: “Okay, where are we headed?”

Customer: “Oh, it’s the white SUV over there.” *points somewhere in our parking lot where there are at least three white SUVs that they could be pointing at*

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Unfiltered Story #123413

, , | Unfiltered | October 10, 2018

Me: “Hi, I’m calling to let you know that your sign order is ready to pick up!”

Customer: “Oh. And, uh, what do you want me to do?”

Me: “Come pick them up?”

Customer: “Oh, right… I’ll be over soon.”

You Don’t Want Them As A Member

, , , , , | Right | September 13, 2018

(I am a customer in a store known for selling not only music-related items but pop culture merchandise. I’m in line behind two older women, roughly 60-something in age each, and they’ve just finished finding some merchandise for one lady’s granddaughter who is a fan of a popular television show and specifically one of the main characters. The cashier has rung up her purchase, and asks if she would like to have a “member” card, which is not necessary to purchase anything in the store, but can earn you discounts and coupons based on points you rack up. The woman agrees and they begin filling in the form.)

Cashier: “Name?”

Woman: *provides full name, spelling both first and last out*

Cashier: “Phone number?”

Woman: *instantly irate* “Why would you need that?”

Cashier: “Um… Okay, we’ll skip that for the moment. Mailing address?”

Woman: *loudly and angrily* “Why do you need that? I’m not giving you that!”

Cashier: “It’s to mail you coupons.”

Woman: “I don’t want coupons!”

(Even though there’s loud rock music playing in the store, everyone by now can hear this woman shrieking at the young cashier. People are staring.)

Cashier: “Well, what about an email address?”

Woman: “I don’t have an email!”

Cashier: “Last question… birth date?”

Woman: *finally blowing her top and literally screaming at the cashier* “WHY WOULD YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT?! That’s personal!”

Cashier: “Ma’am, it’s so we can send you a birthday coupon.”

Woman: “Well, I don’t want a birthday coupon! Honestly, this card sounds like a scam with all these questions. You know what? I won’t ever buy anything from here again!”

(She takes the items from the counter and throws them up in the air like confetti, and she and her friend both storm out in a huff. Another employee gathers the fallen items and silently goes to put them back. I step forward with my lone purchase — a small Captain America toy — and place my membership card on the counter with the toy.)

Cashier: *giving me a thankful smile* “I see you already have our card, so I don’t need to ask you.”

Me: *tapping the toy* “Cap says, ‘Watch your temper!’”

(I mean, honestly, it wasn’t mandatory. I’m sorry to that woman’s granddaughter who was not going to get her merchandise!)

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