Unfiltered Story #131640

, , , | Unfiltered | December 7, 2018

I work in a coffee shop that’s most often frequented by the local youth and the occasional tourist. We have a loyal customer named Lex, who was about 17 at the time of the event and at the time and to this day (3 years after the event in question) still shows up every day for a beverage on his way home from work, along with other times in the week. Lex is gay, very shy and soft-spoken (yet extremely friendly around people he knows) and usually wears something purple or pink, with long hair. He also wears eye shadow… his orientation is pretty clear. One day we had a most unwelcome customer; a woman in her mid to late 50s who was in the line adjacent to Lex who was chatting with me in his casual, sweet tone and demeanor. Those two were the only customers in the cafe at the time.

The lady snorted after taking a good long look at Lex, then after having her order taken, she followed him to the table he normally sat at.

Woman: “You know, God sees you as a filthy, fornicating sinner!”

Lex: *flabbergasted* “Wh-what do you-”

Woman: “He hates your kind, you little faggot. You and all your b*tch-boy kind. You’re all going to hell unless you quit being little scum-bag, d*ck-sucking faggots!”

At this point Lex is stammering and starting to cry, and I can’t believe what’s going on because it sounds like the most stereotypical tirade I’ve ever heard! I see a guy about Lex’s age who had just come in the door in time to hear everything walk up angrily to the both of them and then decide to step in because this fellow is wearing a cross necklace, and I can just see it getting worse for Lex. But before I could get out from behind the counter, I’m floored;

New Guy: *stands between the woman and Lex and points a finger at her* “You’re the sickening one! Not only do you use foul language but you have the audacity to tell someone God hates them. If you’ve ever read the Bible you’ll know that Jesus loves all of us despite any flaws.”

Woman: “What?!? You mean you stand with this little sh*t?? You think don’t homosexuality is an abomination??”

New Guy: “I think exactly what the Bible says about it, but I also listened to the part where it tells us to love people unconditionally, ESPECIALLY the sinners.”

This goes on for about another minute, with the new guy not once letting her get past him to even look at Lex. My manager leaves her office  after hearing the commotion outside and tells the woman she needs to leave immediately.

Woman: “You little b*tch! You’re trying to cheat me out of the coffee I bought!”

Manager: *angrily takes out about 8 bucks worth of ones and change from her own pocket* “Take it and get the hell out, or I’m calling the police!”

Woman: *grabs the money and starts to leave, lividly screaming on her way out* “You’re all going to hell, you f*cking heathens!!!”

I turn from watching my manager to look at our new hero who turned around to finally face Lex, who is crying quite hard at this point. He sits down next to him and introduces himself as Jason.

Jason: “Are you alright?”

Lex: *sobbing* “I t-think so.”

Jason looks at Lex for a moment, then leans in to hug him. They both stayed that way for several minutes till Lex stopped crying.

Jason: “Hey, for the record, there’s only one thing God can’t do, and that’s hating us.”

Jason turned one of the worst days for Lex into one of the best, and they’ve been best friends ever since. They started working at the same shop together and right now, three years later, Lex is super excited because Jason and I asked him to be the best man at our wedding.

Life is good, and because  one bad witness for her religion was countered by a good one, that awful woman brought together the best trio of friends since the Three Stooges. A little bit of love for fellow man goes a long way.

The Urgency Of Missing Children Is Lost On Entitled Customers

, , , , | Right | December 1, 2018

(This happens when I am working at a large, national bookstore in the city. It is during the holiday season, so we are very busy. When a child goes missing in the store, a manager alerts all customers and staff over the speakers, and we must stop what we are doing until the child is found. This particular day I am working the cash register and am ringing up a young couple when we are alerted a child has gone missing.)

Me: “I apologize, but a child has gone missing. I am not allowed to finish this transaction until we have found them. Thank you for your patience.”

(We wait about thirty seconds as a manager comes by, tells us to stop working, and describes the child.)

Customer: “How long does it take to find a missing kid? I have things I need to be doing.”

Me: “I apologize, but a child is missing. I will finish your purchase immediately after if you would like to wait.”

Customer: “No one will notice. Just do it quietly.”

Me: “…”

(Thankfully, the child was found five minutes later, unharmed. The couple waited and stayed silent for the rest of the transaction, and rolled their eyes when I thanked them for their patience. I’m sorry the book you’re buying is more important than a child’s life.)

This Tita Gets Her Cable Set Up In Time To “Eat Bulaga!”

, , , , | Right | November 30, 2018

(I work at an inbound call center for a health insurance company.)

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. My name is [My Name]. With whom am I speaking today?”

Caller: *yells at me in a foreign language*

Me: “Ma’am, would you like me to get a translator on the line for you?”

Caller: “Yes, please!”

(A few minutes later.)

Me: “Okay, ma’am, I have the translator on the line.”

(The translator introduces himself. The woman is still yelling but now having a conversation with the translator.)

Me: “Um… can I have your member ID number for verification purposes?”

(The woman says something to the translator.)

Translator: “She says she doesn’t have one; she wants to know what channel the Filipino Channel is on.”

Me: “Can you tell her she’s calling a health insurance company in Massachusetts? And that she needs to call her cable provider?”

If You Want A Book About Everything And Nothing: Settle For The Bible

, , , , | Right | November 30, 2018

(I work in a bookstore in customer service. I restocking a shelf when a customer possibly in her mid-20s approaches me for assistance finding a book.)

Me: “What can I help you find today?”

Customer: *currently browsing self-help books* “I’m looking for a present for my boyfriend.”

Me: “Did you have something specific in mind, or were you looking for recommendations?”

Customer: “Recommendations. I want something either for teenagers or adults. And it can be nonfiction or fiction. And preferably religious or non-religious. And that has a male protagonist. And it can be sci-fi, fantasy, or realistic. And it can either be a series or a single book.”

(So, basically the whole store.)

Me: “And how old is your boyfriend?”

Customer: “He’s a teenager.”

Me: “I can show you some of our more popular teen fiction series. Here’s one I’ve read that is my favorite and has a strong male lead.”

Customer: “He’s 25. Is this religious?”

Me: “Oh, uh, then he might not enjoy the teen fiction section. But we are the same age, and I still like some of them, particularly the one I showed you. I can show you our religion section, though. If you want something religious, it would be there. Is that something he’s interested in?”

Customer: “No. I don’t want religious, but I do. You know?”

(She takes the young adult books I recommended and follows me to the religion section, constantly mumbling to herself and repeating, “I don’t know,” under her breath and laughing.)

Me: “Here’s our selection of religious books. I’m not familiar with my titles in this section, but can find someone better equipped to help you.”

Customer: “No, no. This is not what I want. I don’t want this. Take me back to the other section.”

(I took her back to our young adult fiction section and let her browse, but told to let me know if she had any questions. I saw her later asking a coworker if a different book from our teen fiction section was religious. The worker told her no, and she screamed, “I don’t want religious!” loud enough for other customers to stop and stare. She walked away looking confused and ended up buying him a Bible.)

Coyote Ugly Parenting

, , , , , , , | Friendly | November 28, 2018

(My mail arrives late on this summer day, somewhere around 6:00 pm. I haven’t taken more than three steps when I hear an unfamiliar sound. Part of it reminds me of a tree snapping, but it sounds too metallic. Also, there is something like a patter mixed in, along with something like heavy breathing. Curiosity gets the better of me, so I follow it next door. Less than a second after I walk past my fence, I am looking straight into the answer’s eyes, and I run back to my door. The tree and metal snapping sounds are my neighbor’s fence being torn away. The patter is digging. And the heavy breathing is coming from the coyote doing it. However, I probably look like a fool, since that thing decides to ignore me as soon as I am gone, and goes back to digging. Once I am back inside and have ensured that my dog is, as well, I go to the back of my house to try and figure out why the coyote is so determined to get in my neighbor’s backyard. That takes all of two seconds. The moment I peek out the blinds, I see my neighbor sticking her head out the window, checking on her five-year-old daughter playing in the backyard. I quickly stick my head out the window, too.)

Me: “[Neighbor]! Bring your kid in! There’s a coyote trying to get into your yard!”

Neighbor: “No, no. It’s just someone’s dog. It’s fine. We don’t have vicious dogs around here.”

Me: “Lady, I looked right at it! It’s a coyote! Get your kid out of there before it tears down your fence!”

Neighbor: “It’s not going to hurt anyone! It just wants to play nice!”

Me: “Tell that to your fence!”

Neighbor: *sighs* “Fine! [DAUGHTER]! COME INSIDE AND WASH UP!”

(Thankfully, her daughter comes right in. A few minutes later, the noises stop. I poke my head out again and see the coyote running around her backyard.)

Neighbor: “THAT’S A F****** COYOTE!”

(It went away before the police or animal control could arrive. Neither my dog nor my neighbor’s daughter were left outside unattended for a long while after that, though we’ve yet to see another coyote or any evidence of one.)

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