Unfiltered Story #140349

, , | Unfiltered | February 14, 2019

(I’m a woman. I’m at an anime convention, dressed as the female main character from the anime “Sword Art Online.” A guy walks up to me, dressed in a sloppy outfit that I could only assume was based off of my character’s love interest in the show.)

Guy: *smirks* Nice outfit.

Me: Thanks! Made it myself.

Guy: Do you even know what you’re supposed to be?

Me: Um, [Character] from Sword Art Online?

Guy: Hmph. Well, our costumes fit each other. Wanna go out sometime?

Me: Sorry, buddy, I’m taken. *my boyfriend is talking with some friends of his, and I point to him*

Guy: *walks away while muttering* Stupid fake geek b****, doesn’t even know who she is…

Me: Excuse me? I’ll have you know that this is my favourite anime, and you should keep your sexist comments to yourself!

Guy: B****. At least I know the d*** show.

Me: Oh really?

(The guy smirks again as I burst into the show’s theme song, which is in Japanese.)

Me: Yume de takaku tonda
Karada wa donna fuan matotte mo furiharatteiku
Nemoru chiisa na omoi hirogaridashite
Kizuku yowai watashi kimi ga ireba
Kurai sekai, tsuyoku ireta
Nagai yume miru kokoro wa sou
Eien de!

(The guy’s mouth drops open and he runs away, while I get a round of applause.)

Trying To Comic Con You

, , , , | Right | February 6, 2019

(I volunteer at a few of the different pop culture conventions that roll through town each year. This year I am working guest management at one, which involves working closely with the VIP guests — TV/movie celebs — and ensuring that patrons are lined up correctly and, importantly, not taking photos of the guests. This a rule from both guests and management. Some guests, for an extra $20 or so, will take a selfie with you, but most would prefer you pay for the professional photos. Most patrons are okay with this rule and when I’ve photobombed their camera and reminded them of the rule they apologise and walk off. Not this guy.)

Me: “Hi. Just so that you’re aware, there are no photos of this area behind me at all.”

Patron: “I was only taking a photo of the lines.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but as long as there are guests in the autograph booth, not even a photo of the lines is allowed.”

Patron: “Well, you didn’t even ask me if I was taking a photo! I could have been using Wikipedia, for all you know!”

Me: “That’s why I advised you of the—“

Patron: *now yelling* “NO! YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!”

Me: “Actually, mate, I can.”

Patron: *now getting closer to me, looking like he’s going to burst*

Me: “I think you need to move along now.”

Patron: “FINE!”

(He then grabs my lanyard from around my neck with my volunteer photo ID and name.)

Patron: “THANKS, [MY NAME].”

(He then threw my lanyard back at me and walked away. I’ve heard all the smarta** remarks about the “no photos beyond this point” rule, but never in three years of volunteering have I had someone get so in my face and practically assault me. It was an adrenaline rush, and I enjoyed being salty with a smile on my face the entire time.)

They Are Being Stamp Nazis

, , , , | Right | January 26, 2019

(I’m at the exit of a trade fair, stamping people who go out for a smoke or some other reason and then want to get back in. This is because people might go out and give their badge to someone else. In that case, people could get in for free. However, lots of people tend to resist it. Some in very rude ways.)

Visitor: “No, I don’t want a stamp, I’m not an animal. I’ll stay inside, then. It reminds me too much of World War Two!”

(Only minutes later it dawned on me that the lady was comparing my job to the Holocaust and mass murder!)

Captain Warm-Hearted

, , , , , , | Hopeless | January 23, 2019

It’s my favorite time of year, as I get to meet some of the people who inspired me to take the step to the film-making career I’m working towards.

This year, I was waiting in a long line to get an autograph from one of my favorite actors who was a last-minute addition to the lineup that year, and my dad was waiting just outside the line.

This was the year we both decided to dress up; I went as Captain Cold, and he went as Old Man Logan, for which he made wood claws, learned how to make fake blood, and styled his hair.

I didn’t witness this encounter, as I was so focused on my nerves, but my dad loves to retell it.

While standing there, a young boy who had some sort of mental disability brightened up and made little noises when he saw my dad.

My dad, the closest thing to a real-life hero I have ever known, started talking to the boy. The boy’s caretaker smiled and said that Wolverine was his favorite character.

My dad smiled and said he was his, too. The boy was so excited and smiling, and they got a photo together.

Dad only later commented he should have asked the boy for his autograph.

You Fear What You Don’t Understand

, , , , | Right | December 11, 2018

(I’m working at a booth at a nerdy convention when a man wanders in:)

Guest: “Where am I?

Me: “Our booth number is AA11.”

Guest: “No, I mean… what’s all this?”

(He waves generally around the room.)

Me: “Oh, this is the vendor’s hall. Are you looking for something specific?”


Me: “Um, it’s [Convention].”

Guest: “WHAT?!”

(I notice he isn’t wearing a pass.)

Me: “How did you get into the event?”

Guest: “What event? What’s happening?”

Me: “Um, I think you should talk to security; they usually don’t like people getting in without a pass.”


Me: “That’s a cosplayer.”

Guest: “NO!”

(And with that, he left, panicked and confused.)

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