Their Milkshake Brings Everyone To The Yard, And They’re Like, Ignoring The Signs…

, , , | Romantic | October 13, 2019

(My husband and I visit a popular fast food chain for some unhealthy snacks on our way home. On the way in, I giggle to myself as soon as I see multiple large signs stating there’s no ice cream or milkshakes because the machine is broken, something that’s not too uncommon with this particular chain. After we’ve sat down to eat…)

Me: “I wonder how often people tried to order milkshakes or ice cream today with that poor employee.”

Husband: *totally oblivious* “Why?”

Me: “Because there are literally four signs on the way from the door to the counter stating they don’t have any today. The machine is broken.”

Husband: “Oh? Really? Didn’t see any…”

(Point proven, I guess.)

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The Rich Get Richer

, , , | Right | October 11, 2019

(The Mercedes AMG is a car that cost starts at $129,000, and one is sitting in our drive-thru. The driver orders a small cappuccino and pulls up to my window to pay.)

Me: “That will be 2.29€.”

Customer: “No, it costs 2€.“

Me: “I‘m afraid not, sir; the computer is telling me 2.29€.“

Customer: “No, last time I ordered it cost 2€.“

(I have been working there for six months and it has always been the same price.)

Me: “The prices are standardised across our restaurants here.“

Customer: “Can I please speak with the manager?“

Manager: *comes over* “How can I help you?”

Customer: “Your worker kept telling me the wrong price for my order. I will only pay 2€ like always.”

Manager: *checks screen* “I‘m afraid it‘s 2.29€, sir.“

Customer: *obviously grumpy about 29 cents, finally decides to pull out his wallet and pay* 

(Why did he argue that much for 29 cents? Maybe that is how he could afford his car; arguing people out of their 29 cents.)


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Aisle Stick Around To See What Happens

, , , | Right | October 9, 2019

(I’m in line at the supermarket at the main railway station and it’s packed; the lines reach the aisles easily. An old lady is queuing at the beginning of one the aisles with a little private shopping trolley beside her. I’m in the queue next to her. A young woman comes up to her; she wants to get past her, but with her trolley beside her she pretty much blocks the space, though she would just need to put the trolley in front of her to make room to pass.)

Young Woman: *politely* “Excuse me? Sorry? Could you move your trolley a bit?”

(The old lady pointedly looks at the woman and then turns away, not moving.)

Young Woman: “Excuse me. You are blocking the way; please move your trolley.”

Old Lady: “I’m standing here; just go back around the aisle if you need to.”

Young Woman: “Why should I? You could just move and let me through.”

Old Lady: “What are you, too lazy? Get lost!”

(Everybody is watching the free entertainment and wants to see how this goes down. But, it seems that the smarter person gives in. The young woman huffs but lets it go to walk back to the aisle. The old lady THEN scoots forward as the line moves, and grumbles under her breath. Suddenly, the young man ahead of her speaks up rather loudly.)

Young Man: “Did you just call her a b****?!”

Old Lady: “That’s none of your business!”

Young Man: “Oh, it definitely is; that was my wife!”

(It’s like in a western when the big baddie enters the saloon. Everybody is all ears, the beeping of the cashier is slowed down to an absentminded slow pace. Fittingly, the young woman just comes up from her detour and gets into the obviously close one-armed embrace of the man. He gives the old lady a stern look, and she gets out of line to slouch back into the aisle with her head down. As I am paying, I notice the old lady talking to security close to the checkout. She seems rather agitated and points at the checkout with the couple, who are just getting to pay. I deliberately take my time to put away my stuff; this I want to see, like everybody else. The security guy talks in his mic and listens to his earpiece a bit. He nods to whatever he says and makes an inviting gesture to the old lady towards the checkout with the couple. Her look is triumphant and as they both get near the checkout, she confidently yells:)

Old Lady: “There they are, the [German Racial Slur]s who attacked me!”

(Everybody is silent and listening, no beeps of scanned products are heard. The security guy then cooly says:)

Security: “There are two ways to handle this right now. Either you apologise to these two nice people and I just ask you to leave on your own, or we call the police to help you find the right words and the door.”

(The old lady’s face at the realisation of her plan failing publicly is a show I would pay money for; so many colours, indeed. She looked at the security guy and then at the couple. After some seconds, she pressed out something that sounded enough like “sorry” and then flew from the store.)

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A Hot Cup Of “Caught In A Lie”

, , | Right | October 4, 2019

(I am working at the reception of a business hotel. I am checking out a woman that belongs to a bigger group. The morning has been pretty stressful because the whole group was rather annoying and unfriendly. I am going over her bill when she interrupts me.)

Guest: “I did not have a coffee.”

Me: “Well, that’s what you have on the bill.”

(She ordered the coffee in the restaurant with a few of her group colleagues. After that, she went to her room without paying for anything. My coworker asked the people that were left at the table what room number she had and booked the coffee on her room bill. This means we did not have a signature from her on the bill, which is usually required for us to prove you have eaten or drunk something at the restaurant.)

Guest: “I never drank a coffee in this hotel. I am sure about that!”

(I then pull out the receipt and explain:)

Me: “My coworker could not ask you for a signature because you were gone.”

(She did not believe that and stubbornly persisted on her story. Because I was fed up with these kinds of people, I called over my coworker who had served her on this special evening. He started telling her every single detail about the encounter, going into full swing as to how he got the room number and how her own friends told him about her. As soon as he started explaining the story to her, she finally nodded her head, saying yes, okay, she drank the coffee, and yes, okay, she will pay the bill. My coworker did not stop there and even showed her the bill again to prove his statement. In the end, I had to keep a straight face because we, for once, showed the guest that we always keep track of everything and she just couldn’t fool us even if it was just for a coffee.)

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Unfiltered Story #168475

, , | Unfiltered | October 1, 2019

(I worked at the front desk at the time to cover for a sick colleague. My job was to take calls about appointments and donations and to greet the guests coming into the building.)

Me: Thank you for calling (Organisation name) in Frankfurt. You’re speaking to (me), how can I help you?
Girl: Uh…hi. I’m a 8th grade student and want to do a presentation about your organization, especially your work with immigrants.
Me: Thank you for your interest in our work. If you’d like to come to our office, I could prepare an information kit for you. I’d also be glad to make an appointment with one of our social workers for you, who can offer you first hand information.
Girl: Thanks. I’d really love that information kit…but I’ve already got an appointment. It’s my reason for calling actually. I’m in front of your building now, but you are not there.
(I take a look at the screens in front of me, where surveillance footage of the street around the building is displayed. There is no confused girl with a cell phone.)
Me: Could you give me the address you are at right now?
Girl: Of course. XXXXXXXXX street, Schöneberg.

This is where I do a double-take. Schöneberg is in Berlin.
Me: I’m very sorry, but you called the office of (our organization) in Frankfurt.
Girl: Wait- (our organization)? But I need (other organization we are not affiliated with)! Oh no! But what do I do? There is nothing here! And I need the information!
Me: Let me see if I can help you.

(I use the magical powers of Google to find out where she has to go. The organization moved a year ago. To this day, I have no idea how she got our number while looking for this organization in Berlin.)