Not What You Expected Skinny Noodles To Be

, , , , , , | Working | July 8, 2019

(I am at a mall and decide to get lunch at the food court. I’m not up for fries and don’t feel like eating meat, so I take some fried noodles with veggies at a place with the usual westernized Asian fare. I get a plate and pay, then start to eat. After a couple of bites, I feel something in my mouth and pull a very long, thick, black hair from my mouth. I’m not the most squeamish person, but my appetite is gone. I decide to tell the lady who served me and is currently turning over the mountain of noodles they keep on their flat stove. She is not wearing a hat or hairnet, and has, well, quite a long, thick, black ponytail.)

Me: “Hi. I ordered these noodles and found a hair in them…”

(Almost before I can finish my sentence the lady barks back at me.)

Server: “That is not my hair. That is your hair. You put it in the food to get more free food!”

(I have a braid, but my hair is brownish-blond at the outgrown roots and a faded red in the lengths. It’s obviously not mine. The black hair is so thick, you can see it coiled on top of the yellowish noodles without having to look too close.)

Me: “Well, I can’t tell you whose it is, but it’s not mine. And I don’t want…”

(“…any free food; I just wanted to let you know!” is what I intend to say, but she again loudly speaks over me.)

Server: “No! You fat Germans always just want more food! Eat half and more, complain, and get another plate free!”

(She then TOOK THE PLATE from the counter between us and CHUCKED THE REST OF THE NOODLES at me! I instinctively stepped back but got some on my shoes nonetheless. I moved awkwardly and slipped on the saucy mess, falling rather unlucky on my hand. It hurt. A lot. I started crying and felt very shaken. A couple from a nearby table came over and some others got up, as well. Somebody told me to get up and sat me on a chair. Meanwhile, the server was shouting stuff in a language I didn’t understand. A guy in a suit from mall management came over and asked if I needed an ambulance. The man from the couple helping me talked to me, told me he was some sort of sports coach, and asked to see my wrist. He gently prodded it and moved it, proclaiming that it was probably not broken but I should get it checked anyway. I declined the ambulance; the suit-guy got me an ice pack from somewhere. They stayed with me until my boyfriend could pick me up, as I was still quite queasy, to drive me to the emergency room near our home. In the end, nothing was broken. The owner of the Asian shop contacted me through the mall and apologised a lot. He said his sister was going through some rough personal stuff and just snapped. I was almost sorry for her. But I will never enjoy Asian noodles without a bad feeling in my bones.)

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Unfiltered Story #157508

, , , | Unfiltered | July 8, 2019

(It’s the second-to-last-summer-weekend. My dad, my brother and I are coming from buying uniform clothes for the approaching schoolyear. After we leave the clothes store located on the 2nd floor, we head to the first floor of the mall, where the majority of the mall’s stores and restaurants are. We look for the nearest shoe store, which is located by one of the mall’s entrances. I’m looking for a new Jordan release in a size 12, men’s.

Me: *Finds the sneaker on display and hands it to the employee as I say* “Excuse me, do you have these in a size 12?”

(Three minutes or so pass by when the employee returns.)

Employee: Unfortunately, we only have these in size 10, because we’re a smaller store.

Dad: Do you know about any other shoe stores that might have what we’re looking for?

Employee: Um, you could try [Mall 15 minutes away], seeing how that store is much larger.

Dad: Ok, thanks.*Puts the shoe back on the rack I found it on*

(My dad, my brother, and I leave and go to another shoe store in the same mall that I suggest as an option. This one is next to a McDonalds. As we go into the other store, we think nothing of the music playing until we hear multiple f-bombs and other explicit words. Note: There are at least 5 people under 18, me, my brother, two children of another family and a young child by the store entrance. Once my dad heard what was being said in song that was playing, he called for us to leave.)

Me: *wide-eyed expression of shock after finding out that store plays explicit music*
“I did not know that place does that.”

(We leave to go to [Mall 15 minutes away] but before we leave the parking lot, we stop by the fast food restaurant near the entrance/exit to the mall’s parking lot. We eat inside and leave to go to the other mall. When we got to the shoe store in the second mall, we found the shoes I was looking for in my size. Later that day, my stepmom’s family came to visit from New York.)

Parents Versus The Oldies

, , , , , , , | Friendly | July 5, 2019

(The shopping centre nearest my home is really family friendly with free play spaces, breastfeeding rooms, food heating facilities, etc. However, for some reason, out of 1000 parking spaces, there are only four parent and child spaces. These spaces are wider than normal spaces to allow for parents to get car seats in and out. They’re also only a courtesy so, while it’s rude, anyone can park there. It’s nearly impossible to get a parent and child space as a result, but one day I’m lucky enough to get parked there. After I’ve finished shopping, I’m getting my five-month-old baby settled back in the car when, out of the corner of my eye, I notice a car waiting on the space. They’re blocking the whole car park by waiting where they are, but I still have to secure my baby and fold the buggy before I can drive away. After a minute, the car drives off, but I notice the driver circles the car park and returns to wait again. As I’m about to get in my car, I notice the driver is a woman in her 60s and there’s clearly no one else in the car. Annoyed, I approach her car.)

Me: “Hi. Are you waiting on my space?”

Driver: “Yep.”

Me: “Okay, but you know this is parent and child parking, right? You don’t have a child with you.”

Driver: “I know, but I’m old and can’t walk far. I need to park near the door.”

Me: “If you go around by entrance A, they actually have age-friendly parking for people like you.”

Driver: “I tried to park there and all the spaces are taken.”

Me: “Well, that doesn’t mean you should park in a parent and child space. A parent with a child needs the space way more than you do. I’m sure if you drive around you can find a space close to the door.”

Driver: “I’m still going to park here, though.”

Me: “Umm, no, you’re not. There are only four spaces for parents, and I’m not going to let you park here.”

Driver: “What are you going to do about it?”

Me: “I’m going to unpack the car and continue shopping until you’re long gone.”

(With that, I turned and started unpacking the buggy again. The woman huffed and screeched off. A woman walking into the shopping centre with her two kids saw the exchange and laughingly thanked me. I asked her where she was parked and she pointed to a space nearby where her husband was getting ready to unload their buggy for their baby who was still in the car. I told her to tell her husband to bring the car over and he could have my space when I drove out. As I was driving out, the original woman tried to cut in and steal the space from the family, but thankfully, they got in first.)

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Because Pushing Tires Would Be Silly

, , , , | Friendly | July 3, 2019

(I’m following a father and son into a nearby mall. I assume they are not Canadian after the following happens. There’s a bilingual sticker on the door in English and French saying, “Pull/Tirez.”)

Son: “Dad, why does it say, ‘Pull tires,’ on the door?”

Father: “I don’t know. They just do things strange up here.”

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Email Sale Fail

, , , , | Right | July 1, 2019

(I approach a middle-aged woman to see if she needs help.)

Me: “Are you finding everything okay?”

Customer: “No! You’re out of the fragrance I want and I have a coupon to use for it.”

Me: “I’m very sorry, but I can place an online order and have it shipped to your house; that way you can still use the coupon.”

Customer: “I don’t believe in the Internet. I need this today! I live out of town!”

Me: *confused because the coupon is an email-only coupon* “Can I please see your coupon? It should be in your email.”

Customer: “Here!” *hands me smartphone with coupon pulled up in email*

Me: “Are you sure you didn’t want to order your product?”

Customer: “I don’t believe in the Internet! But yes, if you can order that for me, that should be fine.”

Me: “…”

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