The Worst Kind Of Freeballing

, , , , | Right | November 21, 2020

I work in the games department at an amusement park. My “area” is the children’s area. I am working the basketball game and I am doing callouts to various guests. I decide to call out to a boy that looks about ten or eleven. The boy has, who I assume to be, an older sister with him.

Me: “You there, with the red and black NBA shirt. You look like you would like to give my game here a shot!”

The boy looks at me for a moment before shrugging and walking over.

Boy: “Can I get a free shot?”

This is a common question.

Me: “No, but if you have two dollars on your game card, you can get one ball. If you have five, three balls you can shoot. Ten bucks will get you seven.”

The boy looks down at his game card while one of my coworkers enters the game to help me run it while we wait for our third to come back from storage with our supervisor.

Boy: “There’s no way I can get a free ball?”

Me: “Sorry, but no.”

Boy: “B****.”

After this, the boy turns and walks away. My coworker walks over and asks what’s wrong as she was able to hear what I was saying, but not what the boy was saying.

Coworker: “You good?”

Me: “I just got called a b**** for the third time today.”

Coworker: “That has to be a record.”

Later, when my supervisor is walking with me back to the office, she asks me about what happened earlier. I guess my coworker told her. We see the boy and I point him out to her. He proceeds to run to his group, which consists of two more females besides the one I originally saw him with.

Supervisor: “If you ever see that kid again and I’m working, call me. That same kid called [Coworker] and [Area Manager] b****es, as well.”

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Unfiltered Story #216032

, , | Unfiltered | November 21, 2020

(phone rings)

Me: Hello [Name Of Store] [My name] speaking

Caller: Y’all guys open?

Me: … Yes sir.

Caller: Aight thanks – *click*

How Dare You Not Know Everything On Day One?!

, , , | Right | November 20, 2020

A lady comes in with a pair of shoes to return. I’m still pretty new at the job.

Customer: “Hi, I’d like to return these shoes.”

I recognize the box as one of our shoeboxes but she approaches us at the folding table. Nevertheless, I try to help her.

Me: “Okay, was there something wrong with them?”

Customer: “No, I just want a different pair for my son.”

I open the box to see a pair of shoes I’ve never seen before, but they are the style we sell.

Me: “Well, I’m still pretty new here and I’m not 100% sure of our return and exchange policy, so I can’t guarantee that we can exchange these for you.”

Customer: “What?! But I called your corporation on the phone this morning before I came in and they said I could!”

Me: “Oh, well, if they said that you can, then you should have no problem. One of our sales associates in the back can help you get the shoes you want.”

My coworker and I went about our shift as normal, and then one of my managers approached us. She explained our return and exchange policy to us and then told me that the customer tried to tell her that I had practically forbidden her from trying to return the shoes. Luckily, my coworker had seen the whole thing and vouched for me, and my manager knew that I wouldn’t have made any decisions without asking her about it. But apparently, she had tried to get me fired because I was new and didn’t know our exchange policy.

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Unfiltered Story #215992

, , | Unfiltered | November 19, 2020

(I’ve been in the hospital a lot over the past two years. They’ve always diagnosed me with a UTI, given me antibiotics, and sent me on my way. I go to my doctor with my newest one. He notices my health history.)
Doctor: So, you’ve had these symptoms popping up every so often for the past two years?
Me: Yeah, they last a week or so before antibiotics clear them up.
Doctor: Huh, that’s weird. (He goes through his laptop for a minute.) Okay, so we’re gonna run some tests and have an ultrasound done. I’m thinking it’s not your bladder.
(I have blood tests done and get referred for an ultrasound. I come back about a month later.)
Doctor: Okay, I got your results. Turns out I was right, you have gallstones.
(I had surgery a few weeks later and my ‘mysterious’ UTIs stopped.)

No Soup For You!

, , , | Right | November 13, 2020

I am serving a group of people, taking orders, forcing smiles under a crazy workload, when the kitchen yells out front to us:

Kitchen: “We’re out of soup!”

The girl right next to me has just taken an order for soup from a lady, and the kitchen is supposed to give us a three-bowl heads up before it is out. This lady has a friend who quickly jumps over to my order station.

Customer: “I was in line when that announcement was made; I’d like a bowl of soup.”

Me: “Ma’am, we are out of soup. I’m sorry.”

Customer: “No, you don’t understand. I was in line, and I wanted soup. I’m with this lady here. I want a bowl of soup.”

Me: “Ma’am, we are out of soup; we have no soup left. I’m sorry.”

Customer: “You aren’t hearing me, young lady. I was in line when that announcement was made!”

Me: “I am very sorry, but I cannot give you any soup. There is no soup, none.”

She glares at me for a prolonged amount of time before huffing.

Customer: “Fine, I won’t order anything.”

She waits for my answer like I am somehow going to magically pull out soup. Instead, I am just slightly relieved she’s leaving!

Me: “Okay, have a nice day.”

She steps out of the way and slowly begins to walk away while watching me like I am going to do something. Another customer steps up, but before they can speak, she quickly jumps in front of them.

Customer: “Fine. I’ll order something else.”

I don’t remember what she ordered, but it wasn’t soup.

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