Unfiltered Story #177066

, , , | Unfiltered | November 6, 2019

So I was working on my 21st birthday and it was fairly slow at the restaurant. We had a reservation of 5 people and I took their table. They were very talkative and friendly, super awesome people. They mentioned that it was one of their birthdays and they were going to see a show afterwards. I said that it was my birthday as well, my 21st. They were so happy for me and asked me what I had planned after work. They were joking around saying their 21st birthdays were back in the early 1900s! I had some other tables, so I left their almost $200 check and went to do my other work.
I saw that they were leaving so I walked over to the door, saying goodbye and to enjoy the show they were seeing. The older woman that paid the bill leaned over to me.
Customer: We left you a little birthday present. Enjoy your 21st, you only get one!
Me: Thank you so much, you should not have done that!
I walked over to the table and see that they have left a “Happy Birthday” note with $21 ON TOP of the 20% tip they left me for the bill. Not all customers are asswipes!

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Unfiltered Story #143683

, , , | Unfiltered | March 16, 2019

(I am shopping at a grocery store in a long line.  A man answers his cell phone while in the 15 items or less line)

Wife on phone:  Honey, I don’t feel good.  I need you to provide dinner to the kids.

Husband:  OK.  (The man gets out of the 15 items or less line and comes back a few minutes later with some pesto sauce and some yogurt.  He pays and the cashier is on to the next customer.  His phone rings.)

Wife on phone:  Well.  Since you didn’t respond and you’re taking your sweet time coming home, I’ve decided to cook dinner.  And when you get home, you’re responsible for finishing this pound of spaghetti.

Husband:  Dear, I responded to you that that’s fine.  Since I’m at the grocery store, I’ve picked up some yogurt to go along with dinner.  I’m also planning on making pesto.

Wife on phone:  The kids already had yogurt for lunch.  Why are you pushing me like this?  Listen, it’s easy, I’ve already got the spaghetti done and I’m waiting for you to get home.

Husband:  Wait – now I’m confused.  Was I making dinner or not?

Wife on phone:  Like I already told you, you’re responsible for dinner.  I’ve already got the spaghetti done and no we are not eating more yogurt for dinner.

Husband:  OK, so I’ll just grab a vegetable and bring it home instead of the yogurt.

Wife on phone:  No, I just told you, you’ve got spaghetti.  Just come home already.

Husband:  Well, now I’m confused even more.  Am I cooking dinner or not?

Wife on phone:  Why do you keep pushing on me?  This isn’t complicated!  Stop being a jerk already!

Husband:  So…  do I grab a vegetable or not?

Wife on phone:  You know what?  What ever.  You’re being a jerk.  All you needed to do was make the spaghetti.  It’s not that complicated and the kids already had yogurt, so don’t bring any home.

Husband:  Dear… I am very very confused.  You want me to make dinner, but you’ve already made the spaghetti.  And I understand the yogurt, which is fine.  But, what are they going to have along with dinner?  I understand the not having multiple yogurts in a single day.  So, while I’m at the store, I can grab a veg…

Wife on phone:  You know what?  Fine, be that way.  You’re such an asshole.  I’m making the spaghetti.  When you get home, you can make a plate of your own.  And, I’ve lost my appetite just by talking to you!


Husband:  (Everyone is just staring at the man, who is standing there shaking his head in disbelief)  This happens around the same time each month…

(He drops off his shopping in his car then comes back in and grabs some assorted vegetables.  Who ever you are, good luck with your crazy wife!)

Unfiltered Story #124979

, , , | Unfiltered | November 11, 2018

(I take my nine-year-old daughter to the pharmacy because she has some pocket money to spend and wants to pick up a few treats. I enter my phone number to pull up my card number so my daughter would get any sale prices, but otherwise I am not involved in the transaction. I stand back as my daughter puts her items on the counter.)

Cashier: *looking up at me* “Would you like to donate a dollar to [charity] today?”

Me: *pointing back at my daughter* “She’s the one buying, not me.”

Cashier: *to daughter this time* “Would you like to donate a dollar to [charity] today?”

Daughter: “Sure, I’ll donate a dollar! I have the extra money, and it is for charity!”

(The cashier and her manager were shocked, but impressed, and quickly thanked my daughter!)

Lettuce Not

, , , , | Romantic | January 7, 2018

(I am the cashier at a supermarket. Someone unusual has decided to shop here today.)

Me: “Hello, ma’am, how are you today?”

Customer: “LETTUCE!”

Me “Uhh… lettuce?”

Customer: “GRAPES!”

Me: “Do you want lettuce and grapes?”


Me: “Um… ma’am, the honey is over on aisle seven—”

Customer: *leaning over the counter* “I don’t want that honey. Just you, baaaby!”

Me: “Ma’am, are you drunk?”

Customer: “No, just drunk on my love for you. Come, rub that lettuce all over my p****!”

Me: “Ma’am, please leave me alone.”

Customer: “Kiss me!”

(She leans over and tries to kiss my neck. I call security and they drag her away.)

Customer: “Only yooouuu…”

(It turned out that the woman was very intoxicated.)

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