Unfiltered Story #109183

, , | Unfiltered | April 22, 2018

(As a 16 year old female, I was working at my first job as a hostess at a local steakhouse. Around lunch time a large man walks in wearing nothing but a blue button-up shirt, boxers, and shoes. He was also carrying two large cans of vegetables.)

Customer: “Can I use your guys’ restroom?”

Me:*nods and points to our restroom on the other side of the restaurant*

Customer: “Mind if I leave these here?” *Sets cans on bench in the waiting area*

Me: “Uh…”

(He then heads to the restroom while I quickly find the manager.)

Me: “Hey, [manager]! There’s a guy in our bathroom not wearing any pants.”

Manager: “I’ll take care of this, you go on back to the host stand.”

(Next thing I knew, the man was being escorted out of the restaurant by [manager].)

I Want A Hot Chocolate, But Confused

, , , , , | Right | April 10, 2018

Me: “Hey! How are you today?”

Customer: “Great! Hey, do you have hot chocolate, but like… over ice?”

Me: “We can do a chocolate milk for you, absolutely!”

Customer: “No. Hot chocolate, but over ice.”

Me: *sigh* “Yeah, we can do that for you.”

Customer: “Awesome!”

Me: “What size would you like?”

Customer: “Uh, medium.”

Me: “Okay! Anything else for you today?”

Customer: “Nope! That’ll do it!”

(I hand him his drink in a cup we typically serve hot drinks in; we make an exception for cold milk.)

Customer: *drink is already in his hand, so he’s felt the temperature, which is very well cold* “Oh, sorry, but I wanted this iced.”

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Customers Come First As Long As They’re You

, , , , , | Right | April 9, 2018

(I work in a coffee shop. My coworker is on her break, leaving me alone. I am helping somebody in the lobby as a lady comes by the drive-thru.)

Me: “Thanks for choosing [Coffee Shop]; I’ll be with you in a moment.”

(I finish serving the lobby guest, and go back to talking on the headset.)

Me: “Thanks so much for your patience; I do appreciate it. What sounds good today?”

Customer: “Can I get a 16-ounce hot chai?”

Me: “Absolutely! Anything else?”

Customer: “No, that’s all.”

Me: “I’ll see you at the window!”

(The customer gets to the window.)

Customer: “I don’t see why I had to wait when there’s no one in front of me.”

Me: “I’m so sorry about the wait; I was helping someone in the lobby, and we are short-staffed at the moment.”

Customer: “There’s absolutely no reason I should be waiting like that! Customers come first!”

Me: “I’m very sorry, but, like I said, I was helping another customer in the store.”

Customer: “This is horrendous service! I’m very close with the owner and her family. I’m going to call her and see to it your employment is terminated!”

Me: *laughs* “You do that, ma’am! Have a fantastic night, and here’s your chai!”

(My coworker happens to be the owner’s daughter. I ask her about this lady.)

Coworker: “I have no idea who the f*** that lady is; she can f*** off.”

(She never did call the owner.)

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Vending Some Hope For Humanity

, , , , , , , | Hopeless | March 16, 2018

The week before Christmas, my brother-in-law and his family stayed with us for a few days. They wanted to meet up with his grandmother while they were here, so we tried to think of a warm place to sit and visit with her. We decided on the lobby of one of the buildings on Temple Square, since it was near Grandma’s apartment. We also wanted to visit the Light the World vending machines in that lobby. These were five charitable vending machines that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints had temporarily placed that allowed the user to choose specific donations to some organizations.

When we arrived at the lobby, we found that a local high school madrigal group was performing Christmas carols. We very much enjoyed visiting quietly on the ground floor while the choir sang in the mezzanine above. As we neared the time we had to leave for other appointments, my nieces and nephew were steered toward the vending machines to choose their gifts for the charity.

One niece chose 100 meals for the food bank. The other chose a pair of glasses for the eye-care group. As my four-year-old nephew was trying to choose his gift (he eventually chose to help the water charities), I realized the choir had stopped singing. I looked around to find that most of those teenagers had joined us at the vending machines, even having to stand in line to reach them. They had just finished their third of five concerts in various buildings on Temple Square that same day, and instead of resting or visiting the small cafe in that same lobby, they had come to spend their money on other people. No one forced them. No one was watching to make sure the money wasn’t used elsewhere. They chose to do it.

Makes you think there’s hope for the future, after all.

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Working On Different Prints-iples

, , , , , | Right | February 27, 2018

(I’m the receptionist for a corporate office. Our company is primarily retail, and we have a customer service line and online chat room, yet people always try to bypass those and call me for help.)

Caller: “I’m looking for a [Popular Artist] print. I tried customer service before, and they told me they had the painting at my local store, but when I got there they were asking $500 for it! I said, ‘I don’t want to buy the whole store!’ you know? Ha ha ha! I want to find a cheaper print.”

Me: “Okay, so, you already checked with customer service?”

Caller: “Yeah, I did, but they sent me to my local store.” *he repeats the above, verbatim*

Me: “Well, I just checked our website, and it looks like there are several different-size prints in stock, so I apologize for the confusion. I’m sure customer service just misunderstood what you wanted. I’ll transfer you back to them—”

Caller: “The confusion is probably because [recently deceased Religious Leader in the area] was a hell-raiser. He probably went in and changed the website to mess with everyone.”

(He laughs as if I’m without a doubt thinking the same thing. Since I’m not sure why he thinks a religious leader would mess with a retail company’s website, and I happened to really respect said recently-deceased religious leader, I don’t laugh.)

Me: “All right, well, let me connect you back to customer service, and they can find that print for you. Or, if they say that we really don’t have it, then you can find all of [Popular Artist]’s works on his website. The web address is—”

Caller: “No, no, no. I don’t do computers.”

Me: “…”

Caller: “And I’ll tell you why! Because I didn’t have them growing up. I didn’t have them in college. I didn’t have them in 45 years of business. So, I don’t do computers. The only time I use a computer is to play solitaire, because that’s all they’re good for. I don’t do computers.”

Me: *pause* “All right, then—”

Caller: “Is there someone intelligent there that I can talk to?”

Me: *through gritted teeth* “Just let me transfer you to customer service.”

Caller: *as if he didn’t just insult me* “Thank you very much for your help, ma’am!”

(Apparently liking computers and not laughing at the expense of the dead makes me unintelligent?)

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