Remembering Where They Parked Is Now Your Problem  

, , , | Right | January 31, 2020

(It’s about 10:30 pm. My parents and I have just left the Giants game and have boarded a shuttle that takes us to our parking lot about two miles away. There are about fifteen other people on the bus. In the area around the ballpark, there’s a lot of construction, trying to revamp that area of the city and prepare for the America’s Cup coming up in a little over a month.)

Person: *getting on the bus* “Are you taking us back to where you picked us up before?”

Driver: “I’m sorry?”

Person: “Are you taking us back to where you picked us up before?”

Driver: “Where was that? I drop off at several places.”

Person: “You know, it’s a parking lot. You’re the one that picked us up!”

Driver: “Sir, I picked up hundreds of people before the game. I’m also dropping off at several parking lots. Which one was it?”

Person: “I don’t remember which one. It was the one next to construction, and between two buildings!”

(Just about everyone’s jaw drops, and my dad, who is sitting in the front row, puts his face in his hands.)

Driver: “Really? Did you really just say that?”

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, , , , | Right | January 30, 2020

Me: “Hi! What can I get started for you today?”

Customer: “I would like an extra dry, no foam cappuccino.”

Me: “So, a cappuccino is a foamy espresso drink. A dry cappuccino is mostly foam. A wet cappuccino has less foam, would you like that instead?”

Customer: “No! I want it extra dry, but make sure it has no foam.”

Me: “Would you like a no foam latte, instead? A cappuccino, by definition, has foam in it.”

Customer: “Yes, okay, but make sure it’s extra dry.”

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Unfiltered Story #177738

, , , | Unfiltered | November 19, 2019

(I work in a store that sells pretty much everything. Just like every store, we are having a HUGE Black Friday sale. I was supervising an area of the store that sells electronics, such as TVs, computers, games, and phones. A kid pulls off the price tag for a brand new phone from a very popular company, and sticks it to his shirt. I was just about to get the tag back when suddenly, I hear screaming. I cautiously turn around to see a huge mob.)

Man #2: HOW DARE YOU!? YOU JUST WANT THE MONEY FOR YOURSELF! LETS GET HIM!( He then proceeds to start punching me.)
(Nobody heard me, and they started to break wires and displays to steal the phones. They started to move towards the exits, so I radioed the security team. Security had to block all exits in order to sort things out. Luckily, I wasn’t too much injured, and no phones were stolen.)

Unfiltered Story #177110

, , | Unfiltered | November 9, 2019

(I am driving a public bus with a large “Off Service” display on the front and back of the bus. I’ve also put of some bright yellow boards just inside the doors, again stating “Off Service”.)
Me: *stops bus at red light, coincidentally by a bus stop, but not right next to it.*
Random Guy: *walks into the street and pounds his fist against one of the doors*
Me: *jumps, and gestures that I’m not on service*
Random Guy: *screams, so I can faintly hear him* “OPEN THE F****** DOOR!!”
Me: *shaking my head*
Random Guy: “F*** YOU! YOU GOTTA LET ME ON!!”
(Someone, presumably his brother or his friend, pulls him away and points at the yellow board with big, black letters, “Off Service”. The rude guy looks surprised, then turns away and stomps off, not even giving me any kind of apology. His companion shrugs at me, mouths “sorry” and leaves.)

Unfiltered Story #168940

, , , | Unfiltered | October 2, 2019

(I’m two months into my first retail job at a nation-wide chain. I’m a cashier. When I have to card someone for alcohol or cold medicine, the entire register locks up: I can’t move forward with the transaction until I’ve either entered their birth date, scanned their ID card, or taken the item back. Today, and older woman approaches my register. One of her last items is a bottle of wine, so I scan it and say, )

Me: Okay, so I’m going to need to see your ID.

Her: Excuse me?

Me: I have to see your ID. For the wine? (I think she didn’t hear me.)

Her: Is this a joke?

Me: Uh, no, ma’am.

Her: Do you want to know how old I am?

Me: Well–


She actually leans across the register towards me, she’s so mad. I lean away.

Her: I could be somebody’s grandmother!

Me: Ma’am, I have to put your birthdate into the machine. Look, the register won’t let me do anything else until I do.

Her: This is rediculous!

Me: I’m sorry.

Her: No, this is a real joke!

(She shoves her ID towards me; thinking it would be faster, I scan it into the machine rather than typing it.)

Her: NO! No, no, no, I did NOT WANT MY DATA COLLECTED!

Me: I’m sorry, I–thought it would be faster–

Her: Take it out!

Me: I can’t unscan your ID…

Her: Just take it out! I don’t want my data collected!

(I void the wine entirely, and instantly know that was a mistake.)

Me: Okay, so you just won’t get the wine then, your total is–

Her: I want the wine! I just don’t want to have to show my ID when I could be somebody’s grandmother!

Me: … okay, then I’m going to need to see your ID again.

Her: I’m NEVER shopping at [store name] again!

Me: Okay, have a nice day.