Unfiltered Story #195972

, , , , | Unfiltered | June 9, 2020

My brother has done bartending and worked in food service, but he hasn’t worked in retail. I was a cashier at an arts & crafts store.

Brother: So, [My Name], haven’t you learned all the prices of the items you sell?

Me: Um … no?

Brother: But wouldn’t that be good customer service if a customer could come up to you and you wouldn’t need to look up the price?

Me: I guess … but we sell a lot of different items. There’s no way to learn all of those prices.

Brother: I still think you should.

Me: Yeah, no. A car salesman or furniture salesman may be able to do that, but they’d only have to memorize maybe a few dozen prices. My store literally has hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of items in it.

Brother: Isn’t there something that customers buy more often than the other things?

Me: Uh, no? Otherwise there’d be no point in having so many items in stock?

He still didn’t seem convinced.

Ah, Yes, The Old “Ignore It And Hope It Goes Away” Strategy

, , , , , , , | Working | May 4, 2020

I am fourteen years old and not very assertive. I go to a rollerskating rink with a friend who’s a year younger than me. My friend spots a few friends of hers and goes off briefly to skate with them, but while she’s gone, I trip on the skating rink and end up hurting my elbow. My friend comes up, and I tell her that I think I’ll be okay. I sit at a booth on the edge of the rink, but the pain doesn’t fade and feels pretty bad.

I approach the concession stand. Half a dozen employees are there, and they all pause to look at me.

Employee: “Hi. What can we get you?”

Me: “I fell on the rink and hurt my elbow…”

The employees immediately scattered and started doing other things. I stood there for an instant, hoping they would come back to me, but they didn’t.

I left and sat back down, unsure what to do. I eventually got back up, went back to the stand, and specifically asked for some ice. They gave me some in a cup. I sat back down and waited for my friend’s mom to pick us up.

When I told my dad about it later, he suggested that the employees didn’t want to be liable for my accident, so that’s why they ignored me. I wonder why the employees would expect a fourteen-year-old girl to sue them.

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Unfiltered Story #190861

, , , | Unfiltered | March 26, 2020

I’ve had regular ear/sinus infections since I was a toddler, but with one exception when I was around ten or eleven they’ve never actually bothered me. As I get examined for one in my late twenties, I begin telling the doctor about a visit to my pediatrician when I was two.

Me: “–so he keeps asking my mom if I’ve been doing ANYTHING odd or seemed even SLIGHTLY upset, and she keeps saying no, so finally she asks why, and he looks at her and says: This baby has the worst ear infection I’ve ever seen!”
Doctor: “…you have the worst ear infection I’ve ever seen…”

Unfiltered Story #184491

, , , | Unfiltered | January 29, 2020

After dropping my fiance off at wok, I decided to get a coffee and snack from a fast food place. I put in my order ad sit down to wait for my drink when this guy comes up to the counter. He doesn’t order, he just stares over the counter for a moment before storming off and yelling for the whole restaurant to hear.

Customer: “F***ing stupid!!”

The cashier who had helped me called to him: “Sir, you can’t use that kind of language in here.”

I get my food and sit down and the guy starts wandering around the restaurant, carrying a dead phone and charging cable. I figure he’s looking for a place to charge his phone. At this point, the shift manager has come out and is watching him. When I finally left, the customer was approaching other people to ask if there were plugs by their table. As I drove, I saw the manager walk up to the guy and presumably to tell him to stop or kick him out.

Emergency Services Needs To Address This Issue

, , , , , | Healthy | December 18, 2019

(Leaving the fast-food drive-thru window, I am overwhelmed with a wave of nausea and dizziness. I manage to pull across several parking spaces and wait, hoping I’ll feel better. I don’t. I think I might pass out, and wish I’d throw up because that might make me feel better. Clearly, I can’t drive, and I have no idea what was wrong. Dizzy, scared, and disoriented, I call 911.)

911: “911! What’s the address of your emergency?”

Me: “I have no idea. I’m at the [Fast Food Restaurant] on the corner of [Highway] and [Cross street].”

911: “But I need a specific address.”

Me: “I can’t give you a specific address. I’m in pain and scared. I’m at–” *repeats cross streets* “Please help me!”

911: “We cannot help you without a street address, ma’am.”

Me: *losing my cool completely* “Okay, start at the hospital. Drive north on [Highway] a few blocks. When you get to [Major Store], look to the east, to your right. You will see [Fast Food Place] with a car parked across several spots. That’s me!”

(Funniest thing, they did find me! It turned out to be a kidney stone.)

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