Unfiltered Story #202146

, , , , | Unfiltered | August 2, 2020

On this day I was working a store that sold a lot of collectables including a replica of a walking stick from a movie. A guest comes in and asks to see it. His english is good enough to have a conversation but its obvious that it’s not his first language. My coworker goes to the back and brings the box out and proceeds to open it and show the guest the pieces and talks about them. Since the store is rather empty I straighten up the shelves behind the registers and hear the whole conversation.

Co-Worker: *lists details*

Guest: okay and how much?

Co-Worker: it’s [price] before tax *begins putting plastic back on to protect it in the box*

Guest: okay *pulls out credit card*

Co-Worker: [my name], can you ring him up while I box this?

Me: absolutely!

I type in the SKU and process the transaction while my coworker puts the walking stick back in the box and seals it with packing tape.

Co-Worker: Unfortunately we don’t have a bag large enough for this so you’ll have to carry it like this. *hands over box*

Guest: oh….. I’ll take it without box then.

My coworker nods and then proceeds to open the box again and take the item out.

Co-Worker: are you sure you dont want to take the packaging to get it home safely?

Guest: I can’t take on plane?

Co-Worker: you can take it on the plane, but it might get damaged or scratched up.

Guest: I live in [other country across the world]. I can take there?

Co-Worker: yes but its a long trip back in something were to happen on the plane

Guest: oh *several moments of thinking* I'”” have box then.

My coworker reseals the item in the box. At this point the store is full again and the guest sees how its difficult to move with the long box.

Guest: I change mind, no box

My coworker who had just finished resealing the box again once againt opens it and takes out the walking stick and hands it to the guest who leaves happily. My coworker just looks exhausted from the ordeal.

Unreasonable Teachers Make Us Sick

, , , , , | Learning | August 1, 2020

I’m a high school senior at the time of this story. I’m in my school’s audition-only choir. One morning, I wake up with body aches, a cough, and fever of 104°. The problem with this is that we have our winter concert that evening, and our director is strict about missing performances. You have to bring in a doctor’s note if you miss one; otherwise, he docks your grade.

I set up an appointment with my doctor for later in the morning, call in to school sick, and leave a message on my director’s line. I tell him that I am sick, I’ll be going to the doctor in a couple of hours, and someone in my family will drop a doctor’s note off in the main office since I’m in no shape to come to school or sing that night. Please note that I’ve never missed a performance.

I crawl back into bed until my appointment. I wake up to a voicemail from my director.

Director: “[My Name], this is Mr. [Director]. Tonight is the winter concert, and it’s fifty percent of your semester grade. If you are actually sick, I want that doctor’s note today, hand-delivered by you. Otherwise, you fail for the semester.”

Again, I’ve never missed a performance, and I have been a student leader in my class for a couple of years, so I’m unsure why he’s doubting me. I decide that if he wants a note personally delivered, he’s going to get it.

I go to the doctor, where he diagnoses the flu and writes a note excusing me from “all school events” for the next week. My school is just a few minutes down the road. My timing is perfect; my normal class has just started when I shuffle in. I look just like you’d expect someone with a 104° fever to look.

My classmates stare at me, and our director stops conducting mid-song.

Director: “Uh… [My Name]? You look awful.”

I wave the note in the air.

Me: *At full volume* “I have the flu! Here is your stupid doctor’s note!”

This triggers a coughing spasm. I attempt to hand the note to him while covering my mouth with my other hand. He steps back.

Director: “Ah… no need. I believe you. Your parents could’ve dropped it in the office.”

Me:No! You said in your voicemail that I had to hand-deliver the note today, or else I fail for the semester. You are going to take this note!”

Director: “I didn’t mean—”

Me: “That’s what you said to do, and you know I always do what I’m told. Take it.”

He groans, takes the note, drops it on his stand, and immediately heads for the hand sanitizer. I hear a few of my classmates laugh.

Me: “And I’m excused from tonight? I won’t fail?”

Director: “Correct. You won’t fail and you are excused. Now, please go home before you infect the whole class!”

Me: “Gladly!”

My friends waved at me as I shuffled back out. I did not fail, but he didn’t talk to me much for the rest of the year.

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Unfiltered Story #202124

, , | Unfiltered | August 1, 2020

I work behind the front desk at a certain paint and sip franchise.

Last week, I was sitting behind the desk, as usual, with my business partner sitting at the table across the room. A woman walks in, with one of our flyers in hand, and looks like she’s going to ask my partner some questions about how our classes work. So far, so good.

But as soon as she steps inside, she moans, gasping for air, and says: “PINE SOL? Does it always smell like… *wheezing* Pine Sol in here?”

We are about to respond, when she does an about face and limps out.

(We mop the floor several times a week to keep things sanitary)

The Travelling Bible

, , , , , , , | Friendly | July 31, 2020

A while back, when I still believed myself religious, I purchased a copy of the New Testament written in Hawai’i Pidgin — an English-Creole dialect — partly for the novelty and partly because I love studying languages and dialects as a hobby. It ended up as nothing more than a shelf decoration after I found myself to be agnostic, but I couldn’t quite bring myself to get rid of it.

A few years pass, and I find myself working with an absolute joy of a human being from Jamaica. We become casual friends and I learn he’s a pastor at his church, among many other hats he wears. He also likes to play a bit of a game with me where he will speak to me only in very rapid Jamaican Patois to see how much I understand — which is mostly everything — and it’s after a bit of this that I remember that particular book on my shelf.

I tell my coworker I have something I want him to look at, and that he can have it if he likes it. Even the possibility of a present has this enormous man doing a literal happy dance, and we part ways grinning.

The next day, I present him the book and he immediately flips it open and starts reading it aloud fluently, which has me excited because I wasn’t sure how similar different Creole dialects were, and it has him excited because this translation gives him a modern level of comprehension that a lot of the older, stuffier English varieties lack. Naturally, I give him the book, and he gushes on about how excited he is to use it for future sermons since there are a lot of immigrants like him at his church.

While I may not ascribe to any particular religion anymore, I like to believe that there is some degree of fate to be found, and if there is, that it’s what had me keep that book through several years of paring down my collection just so that I could give it to a friend one day and make him smile.


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Just Because You’re At The Lazy River Doesn’t Mean You’re Lazy

, , , , , , , | Right | July 29, 2020

I work as a lifeguard at a popular waterpark. I’m stationed just about forty feet away from the entrance to the lazy river. A boy runs and jumps in next to my stand, breaking several rules at once.

Me: “Hey! Do not ever jump into this river again! Use the entrance like everyone else!”

Kid: “I know! I’m sorry! Jesus!”

I let him float on. Some people just make that mistake even though it’s common knowledge. About three minutes later, I see a lifeguard floating down past me with the kid in tow.

Me: “What happened? You need help?”

Lifeguard: “No. Kid climbed out next to my stand and jumped in. Hit his arm on the island.”

Me: “He jumped in at my stand, too, and I told him not to break any more rules.”

Boy: “F*** you! He’s lying!”

Lifeguard: “We don’t really lie to each other. I’m getting security and you can explain it to them.”

I found out later that the kid had been breaking major rules all day and running off before anyone could get him, and he even got a little kid hurt as a result. Security escorted him and his family out of the park and gave them all a lifetime ban.

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