Unfiltered Story #98595

, | Unfiltered | October 29, 2017

(My coworker handles comics in our store. He orders and gets comics for our subscribers, as well as manages our comic walls. When comics come in for said subscribers, he’ll send them an email. This happens every week for multiple customers. We have a written rule that we try to get all of our subscribers to follow: come in at LEAST once a month to pick up your comics. We’re pretty lenient about it, though, so sometimes we can let it slide IF they call or let us know if they can’t make it every month. But that’s only if they do so; some subscribers NEVER tell us. One Tuesday after our comics shipment, we get a phone call. I answer.)

Me: Thank you for calling [store] this is [my name] how can I help you?

Caller: Yeah, I haven’t gotten any emails for my comics? I was wondering if any of them were in? I’ve been waiting for some of them, and normally you guys email but I haven’t gotten anything.

Me: Okay, what’s your name –

Caller: And I know how good you guys are about that, so I was wondering what was up.

Me: Okay! What’s your name –

Caller: My name is [name]?

(I go to check the boxes. Lo, there’s nothing. Nothing at all. I check the database, and it looks like we have a single comic for him, though I don’t know where it is.)

Me: Okay, it looks like you’ve got this one comic and –

Caller: That’s it?! Okay well do you know if there’s a variant cover for that? And I was also looking to add [other comic] onto my list.

Me: Unfortunately I’m not sure about the variant but I can definitely get you –

Caller: Oh, and do you know why they didn’t email me?

(I’m getting a little flustered by this guy – thank goodness my coworker isn’t too busy at the moment.)

Me (REALLY quickly): Let me get you over to our comics guy, one moment… (puts him on hold) Hey [coworker] help! It’s [name].

Coworker: …I’m emailing him right now. No joke. Hang on.

(My coworker is on the phone for ten minutes telling this guy that, hey, he emailed, he called, he never got ANY response, and NO, THERE WERE NO COMICS ON HOLD. We could MAYBE get them for him IF he would come in at least once a month. Would that be possible? At all? After he hangs up…)

Coworker: Man, this guy. Over a couple of comics, too. Jeez…

Check Comes With A Teleportation Fee

, , , | Healthy | October 26, 2017

(We get requests from companies requesting medical charts. We charge a fee to print and mail them. Charts are only mailed after receiving payment.)

Caller: “Hi, I’m calling from [Company] regarding the 25 chart review.”

Me: “Yes?”

Caller: “I was just wondering if you received the check yet?”

Me: *thinking maybe it came in today’s mail, which we hadn’t gotten yet* “When did you mail it?”

Caller: “Today.”

Me: “…then, no. We didn’t get it yet.”

Unfiltered Story #98755

, , | Unfiltered | October 26, 2017

(I worked as the Emergency Preparedness Coordinator for our county’s health department. One morning I got a call from the nurse in charge of the Immunization clinic.)

Nurse: “Does EmPrep have any booties?”

Me: “You mean the little blue disposable footy-things?”

Nurse: “Yeah.”

Me: “I’m afraid not. What do you need them for?”

Nurse: “This is one of those “you don’t want to know” situations.”

Unfiltered Story #98753

, , , | Unfiltered | October 26, 2017

I’d been feeling weak and exhausted for quite a while. Medical tests indicated cancer. Blood tests, x-rays, and almost any medical test you can imagine were ordered and a biopsy scheduled.

We scheduled an appointment with my regular doctor for the pre-op exam.

As a nurse was leading me to an exam room, through an open door we saw a doctor (who was not on my case) staring at my chest x-ray . Then we noticed that the doctor was – to use an old-fashioned phrase – pleasuring himself.

Neither of us could look at anyone nearby. Nor could we speak to each other.

Let’s go over the facts again – that doctor was masturbating

with his office door wide open

in an extremely busy medical facility

and his “inspiration” was an x-ray showing my breasts. Or at least a fuzzy white depiction barely recognizable as breasts.

An x-ray to which he shouldn’t have had access.

Soon after, he left the practice and then left the state.

Taking Account Of Your Name

, , , , | Right | October 26, 2017

(It’s been a long day with difficult customers. A customer that I’ve never seen before walks up to my window and slaps some cash down on the counter.)

Customer: “Put this in my account.”

Me: “Sure thing. What’s your name?”

Customer: “And I want my balance.”

Me: “Absolutely. What’s your name?”

Customer: “I think there’s $200 here.”

Me: “Okay, what’s your account number?”

Customer: “I don’t know that.”

Me: “No problem. What’s your name?

Customer: “You don’t know me?”

Me: “No, I’m sorry.”

Customer: “But I come in here all the time! Why should I give you my name?”

(The following flies out of my mouth before I can stop myself…)

Me: “Or I could just put this $200 in my account…”

Customer: “[Customer]! It’s [Customer]!”

Me: “Thank you! Here’s your receipt, with your balance. Have a great evening!”

(I didn’t get in trouble. My supervisor was laughing too hard to do anything.)

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