Mom May Not Mind The Stains, But What About Fido?

, , , , , | Friendly | July 15, 2020

It is my mother’s fiftieth birthday and she has invited not only her friends but also my best friend of twenty-two years and her four-year-old daughter who I consider my niece.

Despite our long friendship, my friend hasn’t been around my mom since becoming a mom herself and still worries if things are “okay or not,” despite my assurances that the toddler is welcome. 

In this case, we are all sitting on a patio surrounded by woodchips and rocks enjoying lunch. My niece is playing with a number of toys provided by my mom and decides to grab a nearby towel from another corner of the patio, bring it over, and sit on it while she eats strawberries.

My friend sees that the towel is white and blue.

Friend: “Oh, gosh, she might stain that! Should I move her?”

I turn to my mother and speak in a deadpan tone.

Me: “Hey, Mom, [Niece] is on the towel eating strawberries; should [Friend] move her to prevent stains?

Mom: *To my friend* “It’s fine; just leave her. I’ve survived four kids, two grandsons—”

Me: “—running two daycares—”

Mom: “—and there is nothing that child could do or destroy that can’t be fixed or replaced. She’s absolutely fine doing what she’s doing.”

Friend: *Realizing she is not kidding* “Oh, okay, thank you.”

Mom: “Besides, that towel is usually for keeping the dogs from burning their feet on the cement. It’ll see worse.”

That made my friend laugh and visibly relax for the rest of the day as she finally accepted that, in my mother’s house, we really do live by the motto, “Things can be replaced and kids bounce, so it’s all good.”

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Un-bra-lievable

, , , , , , , | Working | June 4, 2020

I’ve just completed a shopping trip at a local chain store. I picked a bunch of items, including some new bras. I head to the cashier, as self-checkout does not exist yet. He is a young man and obviously new, but I’m not in any rush.

He starts scanning the items and bagging them. There’s no problem until the bras arrive. They are on a little hanger. He plucks the hanger up by the size tab at the top of the hanger with his two fingers. He’s holding it delicately as if touching it was hazardous. He tries to scan it by waving it but the tag won’t scan. 

A look caught between panic and horror crosses his face as he realizes he will have to touch the bra. Now, I know I should bail him out, but it’s a bra, not a bomb. He’s a cashier; someday, panties, too, may be purchased. So I let the torture continue. 

He looks at me and then at the bra he’s trying desperately to ring up when he realizes the hand scanner might work. It does scan the tag hanging innocently from the bra cup. He repeats this process for the next two bras. He even bags the bras in their own bag!

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Unfiltered Story #194963

, , , | Unfiltered | May 27, 2020

I work as a cashier at a grocery store that carries organic foods. For produce, we have green bags for organic produce and clear bags for regular produce. Customers often put regular produce in organic bags and vice versa, so I make sure to ask anyway if there is no PLU sticker (price look-up code) since they are different prices. I am ringing up a customer..

Me: Are these the organic vidalia onions or are they regular?

Customer: They are vidalia

Me: Yes, are they organic?

Customer: Vidalia…

Me: I see that ma’am, are they organic or regular?

Customer *is looking at me like I am stupid*: They are VIDALIA!

Finding Pawsitivity

, , , , , | Related | May 24, 2020

My mom has two dogs who are both spoiled absolutely rotten and too smart for their own good sometimes. They both particularly love Frosty Paws, a dog ice cream which seems to alternate between being very easy to find at local supermarkets and notoriously exclusive to certain big box stores, instead.

Usually, my mother is willing to try different shops to find the elusive treats, but with the current outbreak and family health concerns, it’s been near impossible. We can’t even mention the name in front of the dogs unless we want to deal with several minutes of dramatic doggie whining and begging.

Being a grocer and thus essential, it becomes my mission to find said ice cream. I am lucky enough to discover one box at a store near my work. The delivery, however, goes down like a covert operation as I place the treats in a lunch box so the dogs don’t see the packaging.

Stepdad: “What are you doing here?”

I hold up the lunch box while trying to keep it as far as possible from the dogs, who are very excited to see me.

Me: “I got them.”

Sister: “Them?”

I look between the dogs and the bag.

Me: “THEM.”

Stepdad: *Lightbulb moment* “You got FPs?”

Me: “It took three stores, but I got one box.”

Stepdad: “Oh, you are a f****** hero.”

We make our way into the kitchen where my mother joins in asking why I’ve shown up. The dogs, meanwhile, have mostly calmed down but are circling.

Stepdad: “She found FPs.”

Mom: “Seriously?! Oh, we’re gonna have happy puppies.”

She takes the lunchbox and attempts to stealthily unload the contents into the freezer as it took me some time to get to the house and they must refreeze.

Sister: “Wait, did you get the PB flavor?”

Me: “Beggars can’t be choosers, but yeah.”

Sister: “Oh, very happy puppies.”

Of course, then the dogs started losing their minds all over again because they caught sight of what Mom was unloading, and they proceeded to park their butts in front of the freezer and start up their Frosty Paws crying.

Happy ending: they were over the moon when they finally received their icy treats.

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Unfiltered Story #193955

, , , | Unfiltered | May 12, 2020

(My family and I were dong our monthly rounds in [bulk goods store] when an associate from [popular satellite TV company] walked up to us with an offer regarding price, which would’ve been a good deal. However, we live in an apartment and the building structure makes it impossible to install satellite. This particular company also doesn’t allow for certain channels to be accessed.)

Associate: Hey there, folks. Can I interest you in a brochure about [Company’s] new service?

My Father: No, thanks, You guys don’t offer the channels I like and our cable company does.

Associate: Ahh, I’m sorry about that sir. However, can I offer you information regarding [exclusive package that’s not bad either]?

Me: Dad…

My Dad: Maybe if your company offered more coverage from [list of multiple news shows that are cable exclusive] we’d go for it.

Associate: Oh, Of course sir! I totally understand.

(I can tell at this point the associate was just trying to make a sale and was powerless to do anything regarding my dad’s problem with the company.)

Me: Um, dad?

My dad: *after ranting* And that’s why we go with [Cable provider].

Me: *turning to associate* Sir, We live in an apartment building, The apartment faces in a way that the satellite wouldn’t work. We unfortunately have to turn down the offer.

Associate: *visibly thankful for my explanation* Oh, My apologies! I understand that all too well. You folks have a lovely day!

Me: Thank you, you too!

(as we were walking away.)

Me: Dad, why’d you have to go into the rant about those channels when you could’ve just told him we live in an apartment?

My dad: Well, after hearing people’s complaints he’ll talk to his higher ups and that can help change things at their company.

Me: …

(The company mentioned is rather large, and this associate couldn’t have been much older than I was, so I doubt his employer’s would’ve cared about or been able to deal with a few measly complaints regarding channels. To all associates who have to deal with this, Thank you for your patience!)