Unfiltered Story #196543

, , | Unfiltered | June 14, 2020

When I was 15, I worked at a grocery store. At the time, I was learning about social justice, and I was becoming more accepting of people’s choices, but I wasn’t brave enough to call anyone out on their prejudices.

One day, the grandmother of a boy I liked came through my checkout, and we had a pleasant chat. Then, she pointed behind me, telling me to look at customer at another checkout: woman who may have been in her 50s or 60s, dressed in a tube top and short shorts.

Grandmother: Isn’t that disgusting?

Me: Um… I don’t know… Maybe?

Grandmother: I suppose you get all kinds of people through here.

That was the last she said about it, but, to this day, I wish I had said something to set her straight. I wasn’t bothered by what the other customer was wearing. She wasn’t breaking any laws. At least she didn’t hear what the grandmother was saying.

The Only Thing They Are Providing Is Indifference

, , , , , | Right | June 12, 2020

Normally, when people say no to donations, I just nod and continue with the transaction. It’s not a big deal; not everyone can donate to every cause. But this time, it is a little difficult.

Me: “Would you like to make a donation for local children who can’t afford school supplies?”

Customer: “No, they can buy their own d*** school supplies.”

Me: “Um… Well, no, they can’t; that’s why we’re raising money.”

Customer: “They don’t need donations! The schools supply all their stuff!”

Me: “They don’t, actually. Parents are required to purchase all their children’s school supplies, and it can be quite expensive.”

Customer: “I know for a fact that schools provide the supplies!”

Me: “But if they did, we wouldn’t need to be raising money.”

Customer: “If kids can’t afford school supplies, they have programs for that! They have things where kids can get them for free!

Me: “Yes, I know. That’s what this is.”

Customer: “No! It isn’t through you! The school does it!”

Me: “Okay. Whatever.”

Customer: “They provide the school supplies!”

Me: “Okay.”

Customer: “I KNOW THEY DO!”

Me: “Okay.”

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You Can Take The Girl Out Of Canada…

, , , , , , , | Romantic | June 9, 2020

My cousin learned to speak French at an early age and developed a great interest in French culture. In her mid-twenties, she moved to France, fell in love with a French man, and married him.

A couple of years later, the two of them came back to Canada to visit, and a few of us went to the pub. My cousin perked up visibly as soon as the first pint of beer arrived in front of her, and she was obviously distracted from the conversation by the hockey game on the TV in the corner. Her husband, meanwhile, began to wilt more and more until he was almost pouting. When my cousin looked around and noticed this, she leaned over and the two of them had a brief conversation in French. After this, he didn’t look happy exactly but more resigned than miserable. 

Later, I asked her, “Hey, what was all of that about?”

She shrugged. “Oh, you know, when you’re married to an immigrant, you’re always worried that they miss their home country and they’ll never feel like their adopted culture is really home,” she explained. “When he saw me having fun at the pub in that really Canadian way, it sort of poked him in the insecurity, that’s all.”

“Okay, but what did you say to him?”

“Oh, something like, ‘My darling, I love you, and I love France. I wouldn’t be there with you if I didn’t. But no matter how true that is, I was still born in Canada, and the day that I don’t also love hockey and beer is the day you can put me in the ground.'”


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He Wants To Look High In The Sky

, , , , , , | Right | June 9, 2020

I work for a large electronics store, generally helping people with placing or looking up their web orders. One night, just as I’m finishing my training, a guy calls in, clearly high and super giggly.

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]; how may I help you?”

High Guy: “Do you sell telescopes?”

Me: “Umm, I can look for you… Yes, we do!”

High Guy: “What kind? What is the brand name?”

Me: “[Brand] only, but we have about a dozen different ones!”

High Guy: “How much are they?”

I run through a few prices.

High Guy: “So, how far into space can they see? Like, can I see the stars up close?”

Me: “I’m not too sure. You might want to talk to talk to our electronics department to find that out.”

High Guy: “So, like, can I see into my neighbour’s apartment? She’s hot.”

Me: “I wouldn’t advise that, no.”

High Guy: “I’m in California; would you ship here?”

Me: “Unfortunately, no, as you’ve reached [Company]’s Canadian branch. I can transfer you to the USA line if you like, though!”

High Guy: “You are so awesome. Transfer me. I want a telescope!”

I really hope that whoever got him on the US line was as amused as I was.

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This Insult Is As Clear As Shattered Glass

, , , , | Right | June 8, 2020

I am working at a restaurant on a Thursday night, it’s not too busy, and one of my friends drops a rocks glass. Glass flies everywhere.

Me: “Woah! Way to go there.”

Coworker: *Laughs* “Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up.”

Customer: “Excuse me, sir, are you going to apologize to that little girl?”

My coworker happens to be tiny.

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Customer: “That little girl — you shouldn’t be insulting her just for a mistake.”

Me: “Uh… I’m pretty sure I didn’t insult her.”

Customer: “Are you calling me a liar? I was sitting right here; I heard you.”

I call over my coworker.

Me: “Did I insult you?”

Coworker: “When?”

Me: “Just now.”

Coworker: “Uh… no? I don’t get it.”

Me: “You see, ma’am, I didn’t insult her. She has no idea what you mean, either.”

Customer: “You moron, you have no idea who I am; you’ll be lucky to still have your job tomorrow.”

Me: *Laughs* “Perfect. I really didn’t want to have to come to deal with idiots tomorrow.”

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