Unfiltered Story #139455

, , , | Unfiltered | February 11, 2019

One of the many hourly tasks at the fast food place where I work is the restroom check. Mostly this involves making sure paper products are stocked, picking up the paper towels that inevitably miss the trash can, and wiping down the fixtures. The company recently replaced the toilets with low-flow units, and they have become known for failing to flush completely, so a restroom check often requires a flush or two if any paper or other debris is floating in the bowl.

A customer is in one stall in the ladies’ room, but as I am female, I proceed to enter and check the other stalls while said customer is doing her business. Sure enough, one of the toilets has a wad of paper floating, so I flush it. Almost immediately, I hear from the occupied stall, “Hold on a minute, I can’t hear you because some idiot just flushed… can you believe how rude of them?”

A moment later, she walked out of the stall, talking on her cell phone… and apparently had been talking the entire time she was in there! And left the restroom without bothering to flush the toilet she had used or to wash her hands either. My coworker commented afterward that she acted annoyed that she had to interrupt her conversation to order and pay for her food, too.

All I can say is, the restroom is not a phone booth. I don’t care if you want to continue talking while you do your business, but don’t act offended if a flush drowns out the conversation.

Branded With Kindness

, , , , , , | Hopeless | February 8, 2019

I was dropping off some prescriptions at my local 24-hour pharmacy around ten at night. There were only two employees working at the time: a pharmacist and a pharmacy tech. They were obviously extremely busy. When I was asked when I’d like to pick up my prescriptions, I simply said I’d like them as soon as possible. The tech looked genuinely terrified to inform me that there was at least an hour wait time. Of course, I expected as much, so that was no problem at all. I could tell from her demeanor that other people had not been as understanding. I told her that I was planning on going out to eat, so she could take her time and that I hoped that customers would learn to be more understanding.

When I returned to retrieve my medicine, one of them was ringing up at four times the amount I expected. As I have a heart condition that prevents me from working, I knew there was no way I could afford that. I purchased the other medication and decided that I would just call the hospital and ask if they could send a cheaper alternative prescription to the pharmacy. Upon speaking to the pharmacist, I was told that it would be another thirty minutes before he would even be able to check for an alternative. I decided to sit in the waiting area, as I had nothing else to do at the time and I wasn’t in any particular rush.

At that point, it was clear that the young lady’s shift had ended and she had left for the night. The pharmacist was now working by himself. I waited patiently as I watched this man run around and assemble orders, answer phones, type furiously on the computer, check inventory, and deal with customers in both the drive-thru and at the counter. That poor man didn’t have a breath to himself. Eventually, he looked up and noticed I was still there. He called me to the counter and rang up my medicine at a huge discount — much less than I was expecting to pay in the first place. I thanked him profusely and wished him a better night than the one he appeared to be having. It was only when I reached the car that I realized that he hadn’t had time to find a generic alternative and he had given me the name brand medication. He brought it down from 105 dollars to 17. As someone struggling financially, that meant the world to me.

I made sure to call the manager in the morning and tell them how wonderful their employees were. I will definitely be going back there. It might cost a little more than other pharmacies and it might take a little longer, but the customer service cannot be matched.

Moral of the story: a little patience and kindness go a long way.

When Job Hunting, Don’t Answer Every Calling

, , , , , , | Working | February 6, 2019

(I am currently between jobs and searching for a new one. I’ve posted my resume up on several job sites, so I’ve been getting the occasional call by recruiters looking to match me with positions. Today, I leave my phone on the charger while going to the bathroom, and when I get back, I find that I’ve gotten four missed calls in the five minutes I’ve been gone. As I am checking the number, another call pops up, and I answer.)

Me: “Hello, this is [My Name].”

(There is a loud huff before the lady on the other end of the line answers.)

Recruiter: “Well, I’m glad that I fiiiinally got through to you. I’ve been trying to call alllll day, but you haven’t been answering.”

Me: *wanting to call her out on that lie, but refraining* “I’m sorry. Who is this?”

Recruiter: “I’m [Recruiter] with [Company], and I was toooold that you were looking for work, but I’m not sure anymore.”

Me: *gritting my teeth a little at her condescending, sing-song tone* “I am still looking for work, yes.”

(There is another loud huff.)

Recruiter: “Well, then you should probably answer the phone when we call, shouldn’t you? We can’t help you if you ignore our calls.”

Me: *silent*

Recruiter: *after a few moments* “Are you still there?”

Me: “Yes, I’m just waiting for you to give me the details of whatever job you’d like me for.”

Recruiter: *now sounding offended* “Well, no need to be snippy at me. I’m not the one who doesn’t answer phone calls.”

(I still don’t say anything, though I do pull my phone away from my ear for a moment to consider the End Call button. After a moment, she does continue and describe the job, which I recognize as one I’ve already been contacted about the day before.)

Me: “Thank you for your consideration, but I’ve already been submitted to that job by a different company.”

Recruiter: *huffily*Well, I hope you’re happy at wasting my time trying to contact you.”

Me: “Yes, very happy.”

(I then hung up before she could say anything else. Probably won’t be hearing back from that company, but frankly, I don’t think it will be much of a loss.)

Thrift Shop Millionaires

, , , , , , | Right | February 6, 2019

(I work at a large thrift store chain location in my hometown. I usually work in the donation center, but I also do cashier work, janitorial work, and push/organize merchandise. Everything in our store is given to us by public donation. This is from my first day working the register. I learned the system quickly and have been checking people since 4:00; the store closes at 8:00. When that rolls around, I do the closing announcement.)

Me: “Attention, [Store] customers. The store is now closed. We ask that you bring your items to the front so we may check you out in a timely manner. Our store will reopen at 9:00 tomorrow, for your shopping convenience. As always, we thank you for shopping with us and hope you have wonderful—“

Lady #1: “WAIT! WE’RE COMING!”

(I look up from the microphone to see two women running toward the register with a mountain of clothes, shoes, and bags in TWO carts. Both women have big hair and have high heels on. [Lady #1] is in a bright blue pencil dress with big, with gold hoop earrings and a huge handbag in the crook of her arm. [Lady #2] is about half the height of [Lady #1] and has fake nails that are, no joke, the length of my fingers.)

Me: “Ma’am, you can slow down. We won’t close with you still in here.” *chuckles a little* “You’re all right.”

Lady #2: *deep Southern accent* “We were just scared we wouldn’t have time to get all our stuff.”

Me: “No, ma’am, you definitely have time.” *looks at the mountains on wheels in front of me* “Where would you like to start?”

Lady #1: *horrific English accent* “We would like to start with the shoes, please, sir.”

(I stop to register the speech pattern that just came out of her mouth. I have an English friend and I know for a fact that however she is talking is far from correct, but I carry on.)

Me: “Yes, ma’am. I’ll just—“

Lady #1: “How much are they?”

Me: “They’re all unit priced and are [price of the shoes].”

Lady #1: “Hm, what do you think, dear?” *looks at [Lady #2]*

Lady #2: *imitating the terrible accent* “I think that’s fine, darling.”

Lady #1: “Yes, quite. I’ll take them all.”

Me: “Okay.”

(I begin taking the shoes and plugging them into the tablet we use for the register. Each item has to be plugged in individually unless they’re the same item with the same color tag. Then we can stack it with like items.)

Me: “That’s thirty-four pairs of shoes. Any more?”

Lady #1: “Oh, my, no. I wish I could get more but, alas, I cannot.” *giggles with [Lady #2]*

Lady #2: “Oh, you!” *more giggling*

Lady #1: “Now the bags… Hmm. How much are they?”

Me: “Unit priced, as well. They’re [price of bags] unless specially marked.”

Lady #2: “Oh, what a steal, darling!”

Lady #1: “Yes, quite. I’ll take all of these.” *puts fourteen bags on the counter*

Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

(I look through all of them. Two are Coach bags, and these are more expensive than the others, so I put in the price on the label.)

Lady #2: “Why did you do that?”

Lady #1: “Yes, why?”

Me: “Well, ma’am, these two are labelled differently, so I put the price on the tag in the register.”

Lady #1: “But you said they were all the same, dear.”

Me: “Unless specially marked.” *shows her the tag*

Lady #1: “Oh, my! Oh, dear! Well, I’ll take them both.” *begins fanning her face with her hand*

Me: “Ooookay…” *finishes the bags* “Would you like me to start on the clothes?”

Lady #2: “Oh, yes, please! I’m tired of standing here. Do hurry, please!”

(It’s about 8:10 and they’re the only ones left in the store.)

Me: “I’ll try my best, ma’am.”

(I put the bags together in a large plastic bag and begin placing the shoes in another one to clear some room.)

Lady #1: “Oh, no! That won’t do! Each pair of shoes has to be bagged in their own bag!”

Me: “Ma’am?”

Lady #1: *deep Southern accent* “They need to be separate! Don’t you know how to do this?”

Lady #2: *still “English”* “Yes! Do it right!”

Me: “I’m sorry.” *bags all the hand-me-down shoes separately* “Like that?”

Lady #1: *”English” again* “Yes, much better. Thank you, dear.”

Me: “Of course, ma’am.”

(I begin the daunting task of plugging the clothes into the register. While doing this, I begin to count them. By the time I hit the mid-120s, [Lady #1] starts taking out clothes I’ve already bagged.)

Lady #1: “I don’t want this anymore. Take it off.”

Me: “Okay. No problem.” *does it*

Lady #1: “And these three things, as well.”

(I take them off.)

Lady #2: *reaches into bag* “How about this? Will you really wear it?”

Lady #1: “I suppose not. That, too!”

(I take off about thirty items I already bagged. Three are bags and five are shoes. I finally finish and it’s 8:45. I look at the total. It’s well over $300.)

Me: “Would you like to round up to the next dollar amount to support our mission?” *a mandatory question to ask at the end of each transaction*

Lady #1: *deep Southern accent* “Oh, no, honey! I’m not made of money, you know!”

Lady #2: *Southern, as well* “That’s hilarious you thought that, son.”

(They giggle.)

Me: “All right, your total is [total cost].”

Lady #1: *”English”* “My! So cheap!”

Lady #2: *”English”* “I know! I’ll come here very much more often.”

(They paid in cash and left at 8:55. I now hold the store record for most money made on their first day on the register.)

What’s The Opposite Of A Bridezilla?

, , , , , , | Hopeless Related | February 4, 2019

This happened when my sister was planning her wedding. I was coming home from work, excited about going wedding dress shopping with my sisters and mom the next day. A driver ran a stop sign and t-boned my car. It wound up damaging the nerves in my back to the point I cannot walk very far or stand very long, and it’s very painful to go up and down stairs.

I missed the wedding dress shopping but was there when picking bridesmaid dresses. My bride-to-be sister called ahead to the stores we were visiting to make sure they had chairs available so I could sit between trying on dresses.

The wedding venue had a bride prep area with several rooms and bathrooms for us to get ready, but it was upstairs. She arranged with the venue to have everything we needed upstairs so we wouldn’t have to take trips up and down the stairs; that way I only had to go up and down once before the wedding and once after to change. She rearranged the seating for the ceremony so there would be an empty seat in the front row in case I needed to sit down.

When doing photos, if we needed to walk to a spot on the grounds, she would look at me to make sure I was okay to walk where the photographer needed to go. Throughout the pictures, she checked on me a few times to make sure I was holding out okay and didn’t need anything. For the dinner after, she had my date and parents and me at the closest table to the door so I could sit down right after we walked in.

I already knew my sister was an amazingly kind and generous young woman, but with all the stories about bridezillas, it really stands out to me that on her special day she went out of her way to make sure it was as easy on me as possible. My family is amazing but she is someone very special and I am very lucky to have her as a sister.

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