I’ll Be Invalid For Christmas

, , , | Right | December 23, 2017

(It’s the 23rd of December and I’ve been on tills for several hours. A lady comes through my till and is complaining the whole time about low stock, claiming prices weren’t displayed properly, and grumbling in general. When it comes to paying she presents me with a ‘€5 off €50’ shop voucher.)

Me: “I’m really sorry but I can’t accept this. It says here that it’s only valid in the Republic of Ireland. My till won’t accept it.”

Customer: “Are you joking? Are you serious right now? Just change it all to euros and put it through.”

Me: “I’m really sorry but that’s not how it works. As it says here, it’s not valid in the UK, only ROI”

Customer: “Well, you know what? You’re a little c*** and [Store] are a bunch of b******s!”

Me: “…And your total is £130, madam. Can I help you with anything else?”

(In complete contrast another lady and her friend tried to tip me £10 each for “being so nice and putting up with the general public.”)

Unfiltered Story #99511

| Unfiltered | November 7, 2017

(I’ve added stories about my orthodontist, but TL;DR: my teeth are too big for my jaw and I’m afraid/sickened by the though of both dentists and needles thanks to him. My mother badgered me to go to a new dentist that had been recommended to her since I hadn’t been near one since I left school and my teeth are a bit of a mess, so we both booked an appointment. We filled our information and a nurse came to double-check.)

Nurse: “OK, everything looks good here. Now, are either of you afraid at all?”

Me: “Yes!!”

(She reassured me that the dentist understood and would move slowly, and let me take breaks. The dentist was great during the X-rays and consultation, and went through and wrote down everything that I needed to have done,including wisdom tooth extraction in a specialist clinic due to nerves in my jaw being too close to the roots, as well as prices. Fast-forward a few weeks and we’re both back, I’m in for a filling with my headphones and lots of calm, soothing words – until I get out to reception…)

Receptionist: “… So the filling will be [price, as listed]. And I can get you booked in for the root canal whenever is convenient.”

Me: *suddenly anxious* “… What root canal?”

(Her face fell.)

Receptionist: “… I’ll just go get the dentist…”

(I’m left silently freaking out as my mother is still in for her appointment, and a minute later the dentist calls me back into her surgery room.)

Dentist: “I am so sorry about that. It turns out that this tooth is worse than we thought and has an abcess that needs to be sorted, but we can’t do that with a filling. Don’t listen to any horror stories you might hear about root canals, we use the newest, top-of-the-range practices and they don’t fail! But if you really want we can arrange an extraction along with the wisdom teeth. I’m sorry again, you did so well today that I didn’t want to scare you with this right now. ”

(It really wasn’t her fault and she was so nice, but the receptionist freaked me out so much. I waited for my mother, told her what was up, and of course she freaked me out even more about root canals. I decided to go for the extraction under general anaesthetic, but haven’t been able to face that place since!)

Not Thinking (About What’s) Inside The Box

, , , , , , | Right | October 26, 2017

(I work in a branch of a fried chicken chain. We do several different boxed burger meals, two of which are very similar. They are almost identical, the only difference being that [Box Meal #1] comes with a piece of chicken and [Box Meal #2] comes with two hot wings. Both are very popular and are ordered very regularly. One day, as I’m wiping tables in the dining area, a woman comes in with one of our boxed meals. She is clearly angry.)

Customer: “Excuse me! You got my order wrong!”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry! What was wrong with it? I can fix that for you right away.”

Customer: “This happens every f****** time I come in here. There’s always something wrong. I had to walk back from home for over fifteen minutes!”

(The cursing doesn’t bother me, since around here every other word is a swear word whether the person’s angry or not.)

Me: “If you just tell me what the problem—”

Customer: “You didn’t give me my f****** chicken.”

(She shoves the box into my hands. I open it up to check. Everything that’s included in [Box Meal #1] appears to be in there.)

Me: “Was this a [Box Meal #1]?”

Customer: *crossing her arms* “Yes.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but I don’t see any problems with it. Everything’s in there. The burger, the chi—”

Customer: “Two. Two pieces of chicken.”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “I’m supposed to have two pieces of chicken.”

Me: “Oh, did you order an extra piece? I’m sorry, I—”

Customer: “No! I ordered a [Box Meal #1] and it comes with two pieces of chicken. Jesus, do you not know how to do your f****** job? Don’t they train you here? F***’s sake.”

(I now realise what she’s talking about.)

Me: “Are you sure you’re not thinking of [Box Meal #2]? That one comes with two hot wings.”

Customer: “Of course I’m f****** sure! I order this all the time! How can a [Restaurant] have staff that doesn’t even f****** know what food they serve.”

Me: “Actually, if you look at our menu board over there you’ll see that the [Box Meal #2] comes with two hot wings and [Box Meal #1] comes with just the one piece of chicken on the bone.”

(I point to our menu board as she squints at it, scrutinising every word. A look of embarrassment washes over her face as she realises her mistake. She turns back to me and smiles.)

Customer: *suddenly cheery* “Oh! I’m sorry. Thank you very much, love. Bye!”

(She turns and walks out of the restaurant as if nothing ever happened.)

Me: “What…?”

Unfiltered Story #92981

, , | Unfiltered | September 1, 2017

(Me, my grandmother, my dad, my mum and my two brothers were in the car and me and one of my brothers were trying to get my other brother to say his own name.)

Me: “Say [Brother #2’s Name].”

Brother #2: “No!”

Brother #1: “Say [Brother #2’s Name].”

Brother #2: “No! Bad boy [Brother #2’s Name]!”

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