Unfiltered Story #207132

, , , | Unfiltered | September 4, 2020

I am auditioning for a commercial. It is just me an two other girls up for the part

Director: That was great (My name)

Me: Really? Thanks

Director: Okay so since this takes place in Ontario-

Me: Ontario? But you have RCMP officers in the commercial.

Director: (condescendingly) Sweetheart, the RCMP are Canadian police

Me: while the RCMP are the stereotypical Canadian police, Ontario has their own provincial police.

Director: Sweetheart, we’ve done our research

Me: I’m a citizen of Canada and I’m from Ontario.

Director: Why are we arguing about this? (My name) we just need you to sign these forms and then you’re good to go

Me: Uh I’m good.

Director: what?

Me: Ya I don’t want to work for someone who condescendingly calls me sweetie… when I’m right!

I walked out of that commercial audition. This happened in 2015 and last I heard, the company filed for bankruptcy. It’s okay, I got on better commercial shown all over North America, with a nicer director.

REALLY Malicious Compliance

, , , , , , | Right | September 3, 2020

My father owns a check-cashing business in the 1970s, and my wife and I both help out at times. One afternoon, my wife is working the only open window. A woman comes to the window.

Woman: “You’re not going to cash my check, you b****!”

Normally, cursing at the employees will get you sent away. [Wife] is somewhat taken aback but decides to see what she can do. She answers the woman back in the same tone.

Wife: “How do you know I’m not going to cash your check? Give me that check!”

The woman hands her the check.

Wife: “Now give me your ID.”

The woman hands over her ID.

Wife: “I’m going to show you what I think of you! I’m going to cash your check! Sign here on the back!”

The woman picks up the check, signs, and hands it back again.

At this point, my father, who has been sitting in the back of the shop adding up yesterday’s accounts, notices the volume and comes up.

Father: “Is anything wrong?”

Wife: “No, nothing’s wrong.”

The customer agrees. [Wife] counts out the correct amount of money.

Wife: “There! See, I told you I could cash your check!”

The woman looks relieved.

Woman: “Thank you, I’ve had a really bad day and I guess I was just in a horrible mood when I came in. I feel so much better now.”

She smiled and went away. Another satisfied customer.

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If The Shoe Fits…, Part 12

, , , , , | Right | August 23, 2020

I work in a children’s shoe store. A male customer wearing a trench coat — not kidding — comes up to me.

Customer: “I’m looking for children’s rain boots.”

Me: “Sure. What size do you need?”

Customer: “Size?”

Me: “They come in different sizes, like adult shoes. How old is the child?”

Customer: “There is no child.”

Me: “…”

Customer: “It’s… for a prototype. I’m making… rain boots… for dogs.”

Me: “Okaaay. Big dogs? Small dogs?”

Customer: “Just bring me the smallest-sized child’s rain boot.”

I go in the back and bring out what he asks.

Me: “That’ll be $6.99.”

Customer: “I only need one.”

Me: “…”

There’s really no way to describe the creepy vibe this guy is giving off. The guy working with me is staring. He will later admit that the customer really creeped him out. The next day the customer returns with his single rainboot.

Customer: “I’d like to return this, please.”

Me: “NO WAY.”

Related:
If The Shoe Fits…, Part 11
If The Shoe Fits…, Part 10
If The Shoe Fits…, Part 9
If The Shoe Fits…, Part 8
If The Shoe Fits…, Part 7

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Math Skills! Ooh Ha Ha!

, , , , , , , | Learning | August 3, 2020

I am a private tutor. To make math more fun for my students, I often play a modified version of a Pompeii-themed boardgame with them during our lessons. For every question they answer correctly, they get a certain number of moves — depending on the question’s difficulty — to help their pawns escape the city, which gets increasingly consumed by lava as the rounds continue. For every wrong answer, they forfeit their turn and I get to move my pawns instead. The person with the most escaped pawns by the end of the game is the “winner”.

To try to instill a habit of always checking their work, I’ve also created a rule that if they don’t read over their steps or at least double-check the question again when they get to their answer, I get to just take one of their pawns and pop it straight into the volcano in the corner of the board. I am brutal with this and it has worked tremendously well; I don’t usually have to punt a pawn into a volcano more than once or twice before double-checking their work becomes an automatic process. 

I am playing this game with one of my fourth-graders — age nine. After giving him a two-digit multiplication question, I look over and check his answer once he’s finished — and double-checked!

Me: “You missed something in your addition there. Check that last column again.”

Student: “What do you mean?”

Me: “That shouldn’t be a zero. Check it again.”

Student: “No, that’s a nine!”

I take the whiteboard back from him, at which point I can see that he indeed wrote a nine, not a zero; I missed the “tail” of the nine from the angle I was viewing it from and the fact that he’d written the answer right on the edge of the board. But he got the right answer, fair and square.

Me: “Whoops, you’re right. It is a nine. Sorry, I thought that was a zero. My bad.”

Without skipping a beat, the student wordlessly takes one of my pawns off the board, and, without breaking eye contact, puts it straight into the volcano.

Me: “…”

Student: *Deadpan* “You didn’t double-check.”

Okay, kiddo. You win this round!


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Attack Of The Man Thing

, , , , , | Right | July 29, 2020

I am in a gift store Christmas shopping and find the perfect T-shirt for my son. It has a picture of a TV remote control on the front and says, “It’s a man thing!” 

Me: *To a saleswoman* “I’d like one of these in an extra-large.”

The saleswoman calls across the busy store to a stock boy.

Saleswoman: “I need a ‘man thing’ in an extra-large!” 

A woman behind me in line speaks up.

Woman: “Don’t we all?” 

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