Unfiltered Story #200739

, , | Unfiltered | July 16, 2020

I am folding clothes in the men’s department when a customer approaches me with a Batman hat.
Customer: Excuse me, but how much is this hat? It doesn’t have a tag on it?
I take the hat to see if there is a UPC on the wash tag, but there isn’t.
I go to the rack if hats with the customer in tow to see if there is another one like it. There are not. There are only some Pokemon hats, some solid color ones, and some with sports’ teams logos.
I pick up a Pokemon hat.
Me: I can make a tag out of this one. It’s $9.47.
Customer: But how much is the Batman hat?
Me: $9.47.
Customer: That’s how much the Pokemon hat is. How much is the Batman hat?
Me: There’s not another Batman hat, so I’m going to make a tag from this hat.
Customer: That’s the price of the Pokemon hat. I want to know how much the Batman hat is.
Me: Sir, I don’t know. I have to base the price off of something. I can’t just pull a price out of my—the air.
Customer’s wife: I don’t think you understand what she’s saying.
Customer: I know exactly what she’s saying, but I want to know what the price of the Batman hat is. I don’t want to know the price of the Pokemon hat. How do I know the Batman hat isn’t cheaper.
Me: Sir, I don’t know the price of the Batman hat. I can either print a tag from the Pokemon hat, or I can take it to the back and no one can buy it.
Customer: Well, I guess you batter take it to the back. And if I come back here and see that hat with a Pokemon tag, we’re going to have this argument again.
As soon as he left, I took both hats and made a tag from the Pokemon hat.

Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 5

, , , | Right | July 15, 2020

I am currently the only female technician at our small call center.

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company] help desk. May I get your phone number, please?”

The caller is also female.

User: “Yes, I need to talk to tech support.”

Me: “You’ve reached us! Can I get your phone number?”

User: “You are a technician?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. What is your phone number, so I can get your account pulled and we can get started?”

User: “But you are a woman!”

Me: “Uh… yes. I am also a technician.”

User: “I thought you were just the secretary!”

Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 4
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 3
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries, Part 2
Can’t Hear You Over The Sound Of Your Ovaries

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Unfiltered Story #199999

, , | Unfiltered | July 10, 2020

This conversation takes place at least once a week.
Customer: I am looking for (out of season item).
Me: I’m not sure if we have any left, but if we do, they will be on the clearance racks.
Customer: Where’s the clearance racks?
Me: Right over there.
Points to racks with large, bright yellow signs that say “clearance” with bright yellow Mylar balloons on them that say “clearance”.

Who Doesn’t Love Dragons?, Part 2

, , , , | Right | July 9, 2020

My husband and I operate a gift shop that sells handmade ceramic items. One day, we are participating in a craft show where we have dragons, ceramic eggs, and orbs for sale, among other items. A little boy around five years old comes into the booth with his mother. 

Boy: “Mommy, look at the dragons!”

Mom: “They look very nice, but they’ll break; please don’t touch.”

Boy: “Mommy, dragon eggs! I bet if we get one of these, a dragon will hatch!” 

Mom: “Honey, I don’t think so.”

Boy: “Please, Mommy, can I have one? I bet a dragon like this purple and orange one will hatch from the purple egg with spots.”

Mom: “Not right now. Let’s go look in the next booth; your Dad is over there.” 

Boy: “But Mom…”

Twenty minutes later, she is back without the little boy.

Mom: “I have to have this egg. If for no other reason than the memory of that conversation. He’s going to spend days checking this egg.”

Every time we sell one of those eggs, we smile wondering if he’s figured out what type of dragon is going to hatch. 

Who Doesn’t Love Dragons?

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Strike A Violent Pose; Maybe They’ll Leave You Alone

, , , , , , | Related | July 3, 2020

My siblings are having a massive pool party with their friends. I’m in the pool, too, just barely managing to stay out of the line of fire. They’re roughhousing, pushing each other in the pool, being rough with the dog, and throwing his toy in the pool so he’ll jump in, and my sister and her boyfriend are openly flirting. 

Mom: “Okay, I’m going inside. Keep an eye on things, [My Name]!”

Me: “Wait, you’re leaving me in charge?!”

Mom: “Yep.”

Me: “Teenagers scare me!”

Mom: “They scare me, too!”

After she left, one kid started running around the pool with a tomahawk, and my brother was chasing him with a hunting knife. Later, my mom admitted she was worried about the pool toys being destroyed. 

Cue My Chemical Romance’s “Teenagers”!

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