Unfiltered Story #142195

, | Unfiltered | March 3, 2019

(I’m a costumer in this story, and also an awkward teenager, out shopping with my mother. We are second in line and there are a few people behind us. My mother realizes she forgot some items and tells me to let the next person first if she is not back when the current client is done paying. This happens,  I tell the cashier and I stand aside until my mother comes back. She does. The person we let before us finishes. A lady tries to go before us)

Me: Uh, sorry, but actually we are next. (I explain the situation)
Lady: Well, I was next.
Me: Yeah, but we were actually here first and I was just waiting for my mom and –
Lady: I was next.
Me: (tries to explain again)
Lady: (keeps on complaining)
(Suddenly, a costumer on the  other line turns to the lady, pointing in front of him)
Costumer: (emphatically, I’m still not sure whether he was trying to be condescending) Ma’am, PLEASE, get in line.
(the lady changes to the other line, saying:)
Lady: Well, at least SOME people still have manners.
(We proceed to pay for our items. When we left, costumer right before the lady still hadn’t finished paying, so she actually had to wait more)

This Punishment Is More Their Cup Of Tea

, , , , , | Learning | January 31, 2019

I’m a high school teacher and work in a school that is in a very problematic part of the city. That’s why we have classes until late, to prevent the students from spending too much time alone in their houses or the street.

There is a class I have to give that starts at 5:00 pm, so everyone, including me, is very tired.

One day, three students arrive late. They are supposed to get a note to the parents and a punishment because of this, but I know that they didn’t do it on purpose, so instead, I let them come into the class and ask them to sing and dance the “I’m A Little Teapot” song.

At first, they refuse, saying that they are embarrassed, but I ask if they wanted the normal punishment, so they start to sing and dance.

Since that day, not a single student has arrived late to my class.

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The Baby Bus Blues

, , , , | Friendly | October 25, 2018

(I am expecting my first baby; my due date is less than a month away. Because of a mechanical problem I have no car, so I go to the doctor on the bus. It isn’t a rush hour so I get a seat, but they are full by the next stop. A few stops after I got on, a very old man gets on the bus. He clearly has problems getting on the bus, so the driver goes to help him. Once on the bus the old man looks to the disabled seats, all occupied by people without disabilities or special needs, and no one moves. I decide to give him my seat; for me it’s the obvious thing to do, even being pregnant.)

Me: “You can sit here.”

Old Man: “Thank you, sweetie.”

(I stand up, and everyone on the bus notices my pregnancy. The old man, in a very loud voice says:)

Old Man: “Oh, when are you due?”

Me: “Just a few weeks.”

Old Man: “Congratulations!”

(After that, two very embarrassed people decided to get up and, without a word, pointed me to their seats.)

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Color Me Surprised

, , , | Learning | October 24, 2018

(I’m a philosophy teacher in high school, but a friend is very ill and asks me to cover her as an art teacher in elementary. I’m not used to dealing with eight-year-old students, and after this, I realize I really can’t do it.)

Me: “So, listen up. [Teacher] couldn’t come today. But I will be here to help you. Please finish the project you started last week; when you do it, please bring it to me.”

(This project it supposed to make them busy for at least one hour, but a girl comes to me just a few minutes after I gave the instruction.)

Girl: “Miss, I finished my project.”

Me: “Okay, then. Be sure it has your name on it and give it to me.”

(She brings it to me.)

Me: “Now, here, you have this mandala. [Teacher] wants each student to color one, to decorate the back wall of the class.”

(Just a few minutes later she is in front of me again.)

Girl: “I’m done!” *hands the mandala to me*

Me: “But you only painted the star in the center. What happened to all the rest?”

Girl: *in a very secure voice* “I painted it white!”

(I really didn’t know how to answer that.)

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Unfiltered Story #109371

, | Unfiltered | April 26, 2018

We are visiting a little city in Chile. Chileans usually pronounce “ch” instead of “sh” (like “chow” instead of “show”). My father also has a horrible pronunciation, no idea why.

Father: I think I’ll ask for shushi.

Sister: Sushi sounds great, dad.

(My sister and I start giggling. We all decide what are we going to have and the waiter, a young and charming boy with a big smile, comes to out table.)

Waiter: Have you decided what are you going to have?

Father: Yes, we want the shushi.

*Giggling louder*

Waiter: Great! Our chuchi is the best!

*Laughing Incontrollably.*