Unfiltered Story #141249

, , | Unfiltered | February 20, 2019

My mother and her boyfriend are going to Hawaii for two weeks soon, and I have gotten up earlier than usual (with them still asleep) and decide to get some breakfast. After a few false starts I head to (Diner). Note that I live with my parents and have been out of a job due to my manager not liking me. Long story short he told me he’d talked with the bosses of where I worked and they all agreed that due to my “poor performance” I was being let go, and apparently they didn’t know until after it happened and were told it was due to there being a lack of work to do. In any event at the table next to me are an older couple with whom I strike up a friendly conversation, and I also call my mother to let her know I’ll be back later than I said in the note I left. the couple finish before I do.

Wife: (gets up to leave) Enjoy your visit with your mother!

Me: (embarrassed to admit I live at home (note: I’m in my early 20’s) Thanks.

I finish eating and go to see the hostess.

Me: How much do I owe you?

Hostess: You’re all set.

Me: (Thinking she meant she had my bill all totaled up) OK, how much do I owe you?

Hostess: No, you’re all set, the couple paid your bill.

Stunned and grateful, I say goodbye and walk out, waving goodbye to the couple  as they drive off. I get home and tell my mother and her boyfriend what happened. Shortly afterwords they leave to go to Hawaii. A short while later I get a call from a grocery store chain I had applied to a while back, and long story short end up getting hired. My mother calls me that night with good news of her own.

Mom: Hey (me), remember what you said (boyfriend) might do?

Me: (confused, guesses a few things I had said, like drinking a beverage from a hollow pineapple, getting me a Hawaii cookbook, and finding a maintenance job (he’s a workaholic), before remembering, with some prompting from (mom) that I had jokingly suggested he might propose to her there, due to it’s beauty. Turns out I was right, and I had no idea. I shared my good news and hung up. A day or two later I’m out getting a replacement cable for my computer, and decide to have breakfast at the same diner. As I’m eating, I notice two young teenage boys, one wearing a hat with my old High School symbol. I wave to him, make the symbol with my hands and give him a thumbs up, and he nods, and is later joined by an older teenage girl. I think about what happened to me the last time I was here, and about my recent good fortune, decide to return the favor foreword, and pull the waiter aside.

Me: last time I was here, an older couple paid my bill. I’d like to pay it foreword and put twenty dollars towards their meal (points to their table).

Waiter: (surprised) Of course.

They couldn’t do it by debit card, ut luckily the bank was nearby and I got a twently dollar bill, which I gave to the hostess, telling her to put it towards a tables meal and that (waiter) knew which one, and left. To the older couple, if you’re reading this, I’d like to thank you for your kindness towards a young man who was going through some troubled times, and to the group of teens, if you’re reading this I hope someday you’ll do the same thing I did for someone else someday.

Efficiently Pointing Out Maleficent

, , , , , | Working | January 22, 2019

(It’s the first day of training for my new job at the Disney store. We’re doing “team-building exercises,” which are really just games involving Disney characters in one way or another. One of these games is to write down our favorite character and try to guess whose is whose as the manager reads them off.)

Manager: “Cinderella.”

(Two people are pointed at, and one is correct.)

Manager: “Lumiere.”

(Three people get pointed at, and once again, one is correct.)

Manager: “Maleficent.”

(EVERYONE points at me.)

Me: “We’ve only known each other for TEN MINUTES! And yeah, that was me.”

(This was several years before the Maleficent movie came out; I’m pretty sure it’s a more common answer nowadays.)

Unfiltered Story #136365

, , | Unfiltered | January 12, 2019

(Our library is divided into two sections. The upstairs has all the technology, movies, and all adult material; the basement has the staff room and an extensive kids section, including an entire room devoted to picture books. People tend to work upstairs or downstairs, not both.)

(I was alone downstairs on this day, so the children’s area was unattended while I took my lunch break– timed so I’d be back before school got out. On my return, I hand up my coat, turn around, and stop short.)

Me: Ma’am? Is that… a dog?
Woman: *kneeling on the floor* Yes, of course! Isn’t it a gorgeous day outside?
Me: Ma’am… there are no dogs allowed in the library.
Dog: *darts forward a few paces, teeth bared; I can see now it’s on an extendable leash*
Woman: *eyes widening* Really? No dogs?
Me: No. No dogs. Please take him outside immediately. Woman: Not even small ones?

By this point, her husband has come over and scooped the dog up. I feel free to enter the picture book room, and see a small child, maybe three years old, trailing a toddler-leash, ‘building’ with our preschool-sized chairs.

Me: No. Not even small ones. Please take him outside.
Woman: Can’t I just pick out a few books first?
Me: You may, but one of you needs to take the dog outside first.

It takes a while, but I get the husband to take the dog outside. The woman seems astonished that we wouldn’t let her dog in. Apparently the dozens of signs about ‘No food or drink’, ‘No unsupervised children’, and dozens of rhyming posters about book care and safety don’t cover that!

Didn’t Register A Thing You Told Them

, , , , | Working | January 5, 2019

I’m 24 and have just bought a new car. My apartment building’s manager lives onsite. She mentions that a new resident is looking for a car and saw my old car with a “For Sale” sign in the window. Through her, I connect with the guy who might want to buy my car. Our negotiations are a little rocky, but I really want to sell my car, so I accept his offer, even though he needs to wait a week to get the money.

In the meantime, I have a trip planned, so I clean out my car, remove the license plates, and tell the building manager about it and leave the car key with her; I trust her. She offers to hold the check payment for me until I’m back.

When I get back from my trip, my mailbox and door are both full of warnings about my “unregistered car,” alerting me that it’ll be towed within a week if I don’t register it. I go see the manager immediately and ask what it’s all about. She tells me residents are not allowed to keep unregistered cars in our building’s parking lot. I tell her I took the plates off because the other guy was going to buy it and it should be his problem by now. I also ask her if she has my check. She says she has no idea what I’m talking about.

I go over and knock on the guy’s door, and he says he changed his mind. I go back to the manager to get my car keys, and she gives them to me and says I’d better get that car registered.

I immediately put the plates back on, and nothing more is ever said. Maybe it’s for the best that she didn’t act as the middleman for my car sale.

I Fold You So!

, , , , , | Right | December 31, 2018

(It’s Saturday. My store has hundreds of people coming through. I can’t fold every piece of clothing, especially if there’s a line of customers at every register.)

Me: “How are you today? Did you find everything all right?”

Customer: “…”

(I ring up their items, sort of fold them, and place them in a bag.)

Customer: *scoffs* “That’s the one thing they don’t teach at [Store]: how to fold things.”

(She proceeded to fold each article of clothing while I stood there staring at her, receipt in hand. The next customer had already put their items on the counter.)

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