Unfiltered Story #201653

, , | Unfiltered | July 30, 2020

(I debated putting this on NotAlwaysWorking because it’s sort-of a team effort between customer and employee. Anyways, I’m working in drive-thru with several othee employees. We are all wearing headsets, and can all speak through the speaker, but I am the designated ordertaker.)
Me: Hello, what can I-
Customer: WAZZZAAAAP?
Coworker #1: WAZZZAAAAP?
Customer: WAZZZAAAAP?
Coworker #1: WAZZZAAAAP?
Me: Um… What can I get you tonight?
Everyone: (Cracking up)

On The Right (Socio)Path!

, , , , , | Right | July 29, 2020

A woman comes in with her daughter who is probably four or five.

Girl: “Mom, why’s she wearing glasses?”

Me: “Because if I don’t wear glasses I can’t see that wall over there.”

Mother: “See, she’s just like Daddy.”

Girl: *Cheerfully* “But I don’t care about Dad!”

I managed, barely, not to laugh at her mom’s expression at that.

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Unfiltered Story #201635

, , | Unfiltered | July 29, 2020

I work in cosmetics at a popular store. We have 2 points of sale areas, cosmetics & front store. Cosmeticians are required to ring out cosmetics at the cosmetics till. We have a percentage that we have to keep up & even taking a $2 lipstick will screw with our numbers plus half the time these things end up stolen. (We also get a small amount of commission) this happened on the day before Christmas Eve. My coworker is on break so I’m it. I love Christmas & I love people so I’m always happy & upbeat.

A lady with 2 perfumes starts walking away to the front & we have techniques to get them to leave their stuff with us.

Me: hey would you like that gift wrapped?
Lady: ugh! No!
Me with a big smile still on my face : ok! Are you all set? I can ring you in right here!
Lady: no I have stuff I need to get at the front!
Me after looking at the front and seeing the giant line forming: OK I’ll just keep those at cosmetics and whatever you’re all set you can come back and bring it out with me I never really have a lineup even at this time of year.
Lady: ugh! Can’t I just take them to the front?
Me: well we try to keep cosmetics in cosmetics.
Lady: well, nobody else ever had a problem.
Me: well sometimes we don’t see …*gets cut off*
Lady: UGH!!! HERE!!!
She goes away to the front shop to get her other stuff comes back with absolutely nothing but with a huge attitude. I continue to have a really sickeningly sweet voice with a big smile on my face as I rang her in.

Me: have a great day!!!
Lady: glares at me

Someone Is About To Get Cut Off

, , , , , | Right | July 28, 2020

I am a teller in a bank. It is the early 2000s, before you could check your accounts from your pocket. There is a college student that comes in every few weeks to withdraw cash from an account shared with his parents. This is a pretty normal setup, and many parents provide a college fund for their kids to dip into. One day, a couple in their fifties come into the bank looking panicked.

Man: “There must be a mistake with our accounts. Our savings account should have $20,000 in it.”

Me: “Okay, let me get your information, and we can see what’s going on.”

I get all the account information and pull up all their info. They are clearly not wealthy but not poor. The man indicates which account he is concerned with.

Me: “So, your current balance is [a few thousand]. Is there a reason you were expecting it to be higher? I can look up your recent transactions.”

The man is not angry but very concerned.

Man: “We never take anything out of that savings account. We’ve been saving for a home renovation.”

As I am pulling up the account history, the name of the couple clicks in my head. They are the parents of the student who makes regular withdrawals. I show the long list of withdrawals to the couple. The man is still polite and clearly getting scared.

Man: “This can’t be right. We didn’t do any of that. That makes no sense. Did you mix up our savings with someone else’s?”

I know I am going to be the one to tell them the truth.

Me: “Is there anyone else that has access to this account?”

Man: “No, it’s just us.”

The woman goes white and says nothing.

Me: “It says here there are cards issued to [Man], [Woman], and [Student].”

Man: “But [Student] wouldn’t do this. We gave him the card just for emergencies, if his car breaks down, or if he needs a new textbook. He wouldn’t…”

The couple was devastated as they went over the withdrawals, adding up to well over ten grand over about a year and a half. They seemed shocked about the money, but the wife said it killed them to learn that their son took advantage of them. No one at the bank ever saw any of them again.

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Whining Gets You Wine

, , , , , , | Related | July 27, 2020

CONTENT WARNING: Child Abuse

 

When I am seven or eight years old. My family is sitting down for dinner and, to my excitement, my mom and step-dad bought a two-litre bottle of Coca-Cola today. Having any kind of soda or junk food in the house is a miracle, so I am understandably eager to get myself a glass of bubbly goodness.

I wait until I have eaten some of my dinner before asking about it.

Me: “Can I have some pop?”

My step-dad interrupts before my mom can say no.

Step-Dad: “Here, why don’t you try some of this first?”

He proceeds to grab an honest-to-goodness glass cup — which makes me excited as us kids only ever get plastic — and pours it half-full with a dark liquid from a glass bottle the adults have been drinking from. He hands it to me, and I naively proceed to take a large mouthful… only to spit it all back into the cup in disgust! It isn’t juice; it is WINE.

Me: “Eww! This is gross! I don’t want this!”

Mom: *Angrily* “You just can’t waste it! You need it to drink it all. Drink it and then you can have pop.”

Me: *Starting to get upset* “What? No, please! I just want some Coke. Can I please have that?”

My mom goes to say no again when my step-dad says, “Sure,” gets up, and grabs the soda bottle. I begin to feel better as he comes back to the table… but then he pours the soda INTO the cup of wine, filling it to the top! I can already feel myself begin to get upset again.

Mom and my step-dad both stare at me.

Mom & Step-Dad: “Well?!”

I hesitantly try a sip and, unsurprisingly, it’s worse than before. I put the cup down immediately. 

Me: “I can’t drink this! It’s gross!”

Mom: *Snapping* “You’re going to drink it all; do you understand me?! You asked for that and I’m not going to waste it just because you changed your mind!”

Me: *Beginning to cry* “I didn’t want this. I just wanted some Coke. Please, I just want some pop — not this other stuff!”

Mom: *Almost yelling now* “You’re going to finish that glass and I’m not going to hear another word out of you otherwise. I don’t care if you have to sit here all night; do I make myself clear?”

I didn’t bother protesting further, because that would have only resulted in getting punished for back-talk. Instead, I just sat there and cried. She did keep me at the table after everyone else finished eating, berating me on and off for a few hours as she cleaned up, while I just sobbed and sobbed. I only got sent to bed — that wine-soda monstrosity still untouched — because it was a school night.

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