Unfiltered Story #160888

, , , | Unfiltered | August 23, 2019

(Like many people, I take my phone with me into the bathroom. I’m also a customer in this situation in a public restroom with multiple stalls. I’m scrolling through my phone when I’m ready to leave and I hit the close button. The very recognizable “close sound” on all iPhones goes off. I then hear the lady in the next stall over kick the wall and shout at me.)


Me: Who, me?

Customer: Yes you!!! You just took a picture of me under the stall!!!

Me: Oh no no no, I just closed my phone. It makes a click sound.

(At this point, incredibly awkwardly, we flush and leave our stalls. She immediately approaches me.)

Customer: You’re going to delete that picture of me right now.

Me: I swear, I didn’t take a picture of you. It’s the click sound when the iPhone closes. See?

(I go to show her and she snatched my phone out of my hands)

Customer: I’m deleting your pictures.

Me: Um, give me my phone back. I can show you that I don’t have any pictures of you.

(While telling her this, she goes into my pictures, hits “select all,” and deletes all of my photos.)

Customer: There. Now I’m calling the cops.

Me: You just deleted all of my photos. What are you going to tell the cops? I swear, I didn’t take a picture of you.

Customer: I don’t need to prove anything. They can look at the security cameras and see you do it.

Me: *laughs*

Customer: Are you laughing at me? I’m calling the cops now!!!

(Of course, what type of phone does she have? The same iPhone that I have. She insisted that the cops show up. Security shows up and separates us. I tell them the story. The security guards go up to the cops and tell them what happened. The cops laugh, ask to check my phone, and tell me to leave. As I’m leaving, the lady starts yelling that they should check the security cameras because I’m guilty. It baffles me that she was seemingly totally ok with security cameras recording her pee but she called the cops on me for no reason.)

The Free Cake Was A Lie

, , , , , , , | Working | May 2, 2019

My parents, aunt, and I go to have lunch at a sit-down restaurant where we’ve eaten several times before, though it has come under new management since the last time we’ve eaten there.

The place is busy, but not inordinately so for a Sunday, yet the food takes about 45 minutes to arrive. My aunt’s dish is wrong, so she tells them to take it back and make her what she ordered. She tells the rest of us to start eating since we’ve already waited so long for our food.

It takes another 45 minutes for her remade order to get served, and when it does arrive, it’s cold — it is a hot dish, not something that is supposed to be cold. She ends up eating it since she is so hungry and doesn’t trust that sending it back to be warmed will occur in a reasonable amount of time.

The waiter is rather late in coming to see if we are done and want the check. When we complain about how poor the service was, he says they’ll offer us free desserts as compensation. In what can only be some major collective gullibility, we all think that’s acceptable and couldn’t possibly go wrong. I guess we figure that there couldn’t be that much of a wait to get us already-made items like cake or ice cream.

True to form for the day, it takes about half an hour to get our comped desserts. The waiter is, again, rather slow in finally getting our check, and the desserts are on the bill at full price, so we have to get him to remove them which also takes an inordinate amount of time.

We were there for about three hours getting a set of meals that should have taken about an hour, tops. We never went back, even though it used to be one of our go-to places when we were in the area. I think it lasted for another few years before going out of business.

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