Unfiltered Story #114082

, , | Unfiltered | June 13, 2018

(My parents have always been adamant about using Windows computers since they could afford a home system back in ’98. I see an out of area number calling and I answer. My parents are sitting at the table nearby, eating.)

Me: “Hello?”

(I hear silence so I repeat saying “hello” until I hear a click and the chatter of a call center.)

Scammer: “Hello I am calling from [gibberish] technical support.”

Me: “I’m sorry, what technical support?”

Scammer: “Windows technical support! Your Windows computer has been given a signal that it has a virus.”

Me: “I’m sorry sir, but we use Mac OS.”

(My parents loudly start cracking up.)

Scammer: “Oh! We support Mac systems as well.”

Me: *in a cheerful, sweet, sarcastic voice* “I’m sorry, sir, but I know Windows does not offer support to Mac! You might want to check on that, bye.” *hang up*

(My parents continue to laugh; my dad is clutching his sides from laughing so hard. My mom wipes a tear from her eye.)

Mom: “Dear, you’re answering those calls from now on.”

Cartier, Carry Thyself

, , , | Right | June 12, 2018

(I work in the electronics department of a popular department store. While I am explaining to a couple the differences in our prepaid mobile phone carriers and plans, this question crops up.)

Customer: “So… what carrier is Verizon with?”

Don’t Ruin The Delusion Of This Delicate Little Flour

, , , , , | Right | June 11, 2018

(I am at a restaurant known for their southern cooking from scratch with my daughters for my eldest’s 12th birthday. As we are seated, we can overhear the woman at the table behind us.)

Customer: *to waitress* “Honey, I am absolutely allergic to gluten. I cannot have any gluten on my plate. Please tell the chef, or else I’ll blow up like a balloon and have to go to the hospital!”

Waitress: “Of course, ma’am. We take customer allergy very seriously here. We have a lot of items for those with a gluten allergy to choose from. Have you decided what you would like?”

Customer’s Husband: *orders*

Waitress: “And for you, ma’am?”

Customer: “Yes, honey, I think I will have the double-fried chicken, with side salad, mashed potatoes with gravy, and two of your delicious drop biscuits.”

(The waitress gets a pained look on her face and the woman’s husband just buries his face in his palms because he surely knows what’s coming next.)

Waitress: “Um, ma’am, our chicken is coated in a flour base, our gravy is made with flour, and so are our drop biscuits. The only things you ordered that are gluten-free are the mashed potatoes and salad.”

Customer: *without missing a beat* “Oh, no, honey. Listen. I can have flour; I just can’t have any of that gluten stuff.”

Waitress: “But, ma’am—”

Husband: *interrupting the waitress, looking at her with a pained expression* “It’s fine.” *he gives her the “I’m sorry” look* “She isn’t allergic to flour.”

Waitress: *sensing what the husband was doing* “My apologies, ma’am. Let me go put this in for you.”

(As soon as the waitress leaves, the wife starts to complain about how none of these waitresses know what they are talking about when she tells them she’s allergic to gluten.)

Customer: “It means I’m allergic to the gluten they put in the food back in the kitchen, not flour! Why doesn’t anyone understand this?! Everywhere I go, I get told there is flour in everything I order! I’M NOT ALLERGIC TO FLOUR, JUST GLUTEN!”

Husband: “Yes, honey, I know you’re not allergic to flour… just gluten.”

(Two minutes later, the waitress came out and set down a bowl of salad. The woman quieted down. Just as she finished her salad, her food arrived, and she happily ate everything on her plate without swelling up like a balloon and needing to go to the hospital.)

Giving Pretty Black Girls A Bad Name

, , , , , | | Right | June 4, 2018

(I am working at a bar in small part of town when a man, visibly drunk already, talks to one of my coworkers.)

Drunk Dude: “You guys got any [extremely pricey Vodka]?”

Coworker: “No, we don’t, sir, and we won’t be serving you.”

Drunk Dude: “Do you know who the f*** I am, you little b****?!”

Coworker: “No, I don’t, and I don’t care. I am going to have to ask you to leave.”

(I have my hand on the phone and am ready to call the cops.)

Drunk Dude: “I am the prettiest black woman you have ever seen!”

(He then proceeded to punch my coworker in the face, full-force, knocking her out. I was able to hide until he left, and I called the cops. They found him three blocks away, trying to beat up a bird!)

Unfiltered Story #113831

, | | Unfiltered | June 2, 2018

(I am working the drive through for a fast food restaurant that is next door to a coffee store. A customer drives up.)

Me: “Thanks for choosing [Our Store], would you like to try our new [Sandwich]?”
Customer: “No! I want a [Coffee drink]!”
Me: “I’m sorry sir, but we don’t serve [Coffee drink], it’s right next-”
Customer: “What the ****? What [Coffee store] doesn’t sell [Coffee drink]?”
Me: “Sir, we aren’t [Coffee store], we’re [Our store]!”
Customer: “I’m pulling up to your window!”

(The customer pulls up to our window, where my manager, wearing a shirt, apron, hat, and name tag that all have our store’s logo prominently displayed on them, greets him.)

Manager: “I’m sorry sir, but we are not [Coffee Store].”
Customer: “What do you mean you aren’t [Coffee store]?”
Manager: “[Coffee store] is right next door. This is [Our store].”
Customer: *looks at my manager’s uniform, then at the signs in the window which also have our logo* “Oh. Why the **** didn’t your employee say that?”

Page 2/3512345...Last
« Previous
Next »