Unfiltered Story #103712

, , , | Unfiltered | January 16, 2018

A new hire, who was a total brown-noser quickly got promoted to supervisor and developed a god-complex with the younger staff. One of them was around 6’3″ and 235lbs who was an amateur boxer and myself at 6’2″ and 205lbs and was a former amateur kick-boxer and wrestler, I also have Epilepsy and Asperger’s.

Both the boxer and myself worked well together, though the supervisor actually used to go out of her way to make things difficult for us on several occasions even going so far as to have her friends come in and make up fake complaints about us or verbally abuse us.

One such friend came in and called me over from a till (which I’m not supposed to leave) and she told me loudly to go over to their friend who then proceeded to verbally abuse me.

I just stood there and let the “big man” rant and rave (the guy can’t have been more than about 5’8″ and 130lbs), as he finished I apologised for whatever he’d made up and attempted to go back to my till at which point he tripped me up and I fell towards a shelf though managed to grab it so I didn’t fall. The guy then proceeded to push me again at which point I hit him with a right hook and knocked him out as he fell into a floor display.

I proceeded to call the paramedics and police as well as the manageress whose “pet” had instigated the situation.

The guy was tended to by the paramedics whilst I was called into the office with the police and the supervisor present who was smiling smugly at me as the manageress was saying I’m being fired and arrested. I told her to check the CCTV which the police agreed to which showed the restraint I had before defending myself. She then said I’d still be written up and put on disciplinary action.

Having had enough I said: “you know of my disabilities and can see that I was assaulted first. You’re responsible for providing me with a safe working environment. In the space of an hour I’ve been assaulted and discriminated against because of my disabilities. The police could be making some arrests now and it wouldn’t be me they’re arresting. If you so much as write me up I’ll contact both my union and corporate and let them know what happened here; and they’d fire you just to keep me happy.

The police walked out and I followed them a few minutes after because it was the end of my shift. The following day I noticed that not only had the CCTV tape from the day before conveniently gone “missing” but there was a write-up on the notice board. I took the sheet down, wrote “I quit” on the back, flipped off the manageress and supervisor as my colleague smiled and walked across the road into a rival convenience store where I was offered a promotion and raise and got a job there. They both got transferred when the shop got bought out and the customers boycotted the store when they found out what they’d put me through. I later found out that the friend was the supervisor’s dealer.

The Merry Adventures Of Mr. Plow

, , , , , | Romantic | January 12, 2018

(I, a twenty-three year old woman, work third shift at a gas station, alone. It is the first major snowfall of the season and everybody who owns a plow is out there. A guy in his thirties comes in to buy a soda and cigarettes.)

Me: *after I scan them* “Anything else?”

Customer: *handing me the money* “A plowing partner.”

(As I’m putting it in the drawer, I suddenly wonder if he wasn’t talking about clearing snow. I decide to ignore the comment as I hand him his change. Apparently he also rethought his words.)

Customer: “I just realized that might have come off the wrong way…”

(I reassured him I knew what he meant, but that accidental suggestive comment actually made my night.)

Rich People: What’s Their Deal?

, , , | Right | January 5, 2018

(I work in a convenience store. An older, well-dressed woman comes up with a carton of eggs:)

Me: “Okay, that will be $2.79.”

Customer: “No, that’s wrong, it should be $2.00! Your sign says two cartons for $4.00, therefore one carton should be $2.00!”

Me: “Oh, I am sorry for the confusion, ma’am, but that is a special. If you buy two cartons you get both for less. It says on the sign, two for $4.00 or one at regular price.”

Customer: *getting angry* “That is ridiculous! The grocery store doesn’t do it like that!”

Me: “Actually, I’m fairly certain they do? How else would it be a deal if you pay actual price for two?”

Customer: “Well, I am NOT paying $2.79 for a carton of eggs!”

Me: “Soooo, should I put these back for you?”

Customer: “NO! I WANT TO PAY $2.00 FOR THEM!”

Me: “Ma’am, with all due respect, 79 cents is not worth losing my job over.”

Customer: “You are an IDIOT! I demand to see your manager!”

Me: *relieved* “Fine by me.”

(My manager is an older gentleman who was in the Navy, so screaming, irrational customers do not phase him in the slightest, and he always takes the employees’ side when we’ve done nothing wrong. The lady starts screaming at him about how the I should sell her the eggs for two lousy bucks and he just gives her a flat “no” and she storms out of the store. As he’s complaining to me about entitled people we see her peel out of the parking lot in a brand new Mercedes.)

Manager: “She drives that and she couldn’t spare an extra 79 cents?”

Me: “I guess rich people don’t leave change under their seats like the rest of us?”

Their Clearance Scam Is As Clear As Ever

, , , | Right | December 22, 2017

(We have an older regular customer who is notorious for peeling clearance stickers off of items and slapping them on full-priced merchandise. She does this primarily with cosmetic items. The dead giveaway is the fact she puts the stickers over the barcode, which we never do. Even if an item is clearanced, we still get full credit for it. We can’t get any credit if we simply ring it as an open department beauty item, which could be anything from professional hair care to cotton balls. She’s been caught shopping with a clearance sticker on each finger, looking for items to put them on, and she’s been caught opening big bags of candy and stuffing handfuls in her purse. Every time she gets caught, her defense is, “I didn’t do that!” and, “I don’t know!” and, “Those aren’t mine!” We warn everyone about our clearance policy routinely. The sticker is placed visibly on the front of the item, and the price is already adjusted in the system. If a mascara has a sticker on the front for $1.50, the register will scan it for that price. It’s VERY rare a price change gets by the head of the cosmetics department, and again, in order to receive proper credit and keep our inventory straight, we NEVER put stickers over the barcodes. One this particular occasion, the customer greets me and starts loading her stuff on the counter. I start scanning and sure enough, I find a pair of hair clips with a $1.49 clearance sticker over the barcode on the back of the package. I simply peel it off and scan the clips, which are a very popular style and not going to be discontinued anytime soon. They come out to $3.99, and I drop them in the bag before scanning her other items.)

Customer: *watching the transaction on register like a hawk* “Those clips were $1.49.”

Me: “No, they weren’t.”

Customer: *huffy* “Well, then, I don’t want them. I’m not paying that much.”

Me: “No problem.” *takes the item off* “Is this all for you today?”

Customer: “No, I want [most expensive Pack of Cigarettes] and I want it in this bag.”

(I grab the hair clips and stuff them in my pocket, as she’s also been known to stuff her rejected items in her purse when the cashier’s back is turned. I retrieve the costly cigarettes. They come out to about $7 and change, with tax. I also put it in the bag she requested.)

Customer: *takes her change after I finish the transaction, and roots around in her bags* “How much did this cost?” *shoves an item at me*

Me: *glances at her receipt and reads the price*

Customer: “Humph. What about this?”

Me: *does the same thing again*

Customer: “And just where are my cigarettes?”

Me: “In the bag you told me to put them in.”

Customer: *looks in said bag once more, mad that she couldn’t trip me up a fourth time, and proceeds to storm out the door*

Me: “Have a nice day!”

(We still can’t work out why she’ll buy our most expensive cigarettes, but paying full price for cosmetic items is just too much.)

It’s Barely Cute When A Child Does It…

, , , , , | Romantic | December 19, 2017

(I’m standing in line when I notice the bottle of tea I’m holding has leaked all over my shoes and the floor. I let out a little cry of shock and head back to the cooler to replace it. When I get back up front, the guy who was standing behind me in line is checking out.)

Guy: *turns around* “Haha, I beat you!”

(I just stare at him incredulously.)

Guy: “So, how you doin’?”

(My eyebrows couldn’t possibly go higher.)

Guy: “Just not going to say anything, huh?”

Me: “‘Haha, I beat you.’? Are you five years old?”

Guy: *goes a little red* “No! Just, I know you were up here… but then I… I got to the counter first.”

Me: “Yup. Congratulations.”

Guy:  “And, uh… You’re pretty. So, I’m hoping I could get your number.”

Me: “Wow, seriously? No. If you want a woman’s number, try acting like a man instead of a child.”

(He left in a hurry.)

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