She Just Invented The World’s Worst Jello Flavor

, , , , , , | Right | June 29, 2020

I am manning a touch-tank exhibit at the aquarium and overhear this exchange between a mother and a young child:

Mother: “What does the starfish feel like?”

Three-Year-Old Daughter: “Um, uh… strawberries!”

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Unfiltered Story #198728

, , , | Unfiltered | June 27, 2020

(i work at a plus size women’s fashion store. A lady comes in with a huge stroller for her six month old twins, her five year old, and a seven year old she’s babysitting. She want to try things on so I put her in the handicap room so she has enough room for the kids. I see her trying to walk out of the store about five minutes later without any of the kids, and I didn’t notice anyone walking out with them. She’s done this several times before, and each time it has gotten worse)

Me: So how did everything go?

Customer: It went really well! I’ll be back in a little bit so I can decide what I want.

Me: I see you don’t have the kids anymore! Lucky you, getting a shopping day without all the kids.

Her: Oh, no I left them in the fitting room. The seven year old is in charge. Don’t worry to much though, I’ll only be gone about an hour, and she’s done this before.

Me: Uhh ma’am, you can’t leave your kids here without a responsible adult watching them.

Her: It’s really not a problem. I told them you would help them if anything happens.

Me: I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable with you leaving your kids here in the fitting rooms. If you are leaving you need to take them with you, or I have to call security and they will take them.

Her: What the fuck lady? I told you it’s fine. They can stay here if I want them too. Why is this always such a big deal with you retail workers?

Me: Ma’am. I’m not going to argue with you over this. You need to get your kids before you leave.

She then proceeds to knock things off my tables and racks while yelling incoherently about how she should be able to leave her kids wherever she wants, and cursing random words together. I turn to one of my other customers.

Customer 2: did that really just
happen?

Me: Yes. Unfortunately that’s not thebfirst time she’s tried this.

That’s Bloody Disgusting

, , , , , , | Working | June 23, 2020

My friend related this story to me. He stops by a chain coffee shop that also sells sandwiches and the like. Almost immediately after he’s been handed his order, he notices that there is a smear of what is clearly blood on the bag that his sandwich is in.

He returns to the counter immediately. 

Friend: “Excuse me, but there’s blood on my sandwich.”

The cashier does not sound at all surprised or alarmed by this serious health code violation.

Cashier: “Oh, that’s not good! You know, there are a lot of tomatoes that go into our sandwiches; it might just be a bit of tomato.”

Friend: “I know what blood looks like. I’m not eating this.”

Cashier: “Okay, we can make you a new sandwich. We’ll just need to take back the one you don’t want.”

As my friend went to hand back the bloody sandwich, he noticed that the cashier had a bandage on her hand but was not wearing a glove over it, as is expected when you cut yourself doing food prep. Hmm, I wonder where the blood could’ve come from?

His second sandwich was blood-free, and amazingly he still ate it. I’m not sure I would have.

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Unfiltered Story #197553

, , , | Unfiltered | June 22, 2020

(I’m the weird customer in this one. I’m at the doctor’s for the first time in a little over a year about an issue I’ve been having.)
Doctor: Are you sexually active?
Me: Define active.
Doctor: (stares at me.)
Me: I have had sex, yes.
(Later, when explaining the side-effects of the prescribed medicine:)
Doctor: One side-effect is that it can affect how you experience sexual desire and orgasms. To some, that’s a big deal, but to others…
Me: My boyfriend’s in Canada.

Unfiltered Story #196551

, , , | Unfiltered | June 14, 2020

(Our store closes at 2am. It is about 1:30 am when this guy comes up with a better than $400 coinstar voucher. It should be noted that this is also the third time he’s come in with a voucher of $400+ but we didn’t know that until later. I get called over in the middle of the conversation as I’ve been there longer than the cashier and I’m used to difficult customers)

Cashier: “Hey [My Name], can I cash this out?” *hands me the coinstar voucher*

Me: *looks at it briefly before handing it back* “I don’t know, do you have the money in your till?”

Cashier: “No, but I could loan it out from the other registers.”

Me: “No. That’d leave the tills empty for the morning, assuming we even have that much there.” *To the customer* “I’m sorry, but we can’t cash this out at this time. Besides, it looks like it needs a manager’s signature and there is no manager here right now. I’m about as close as you’ll get and I know I don’ t have the authority to approve this.”

Customer: “You mean I can’t get my goddamn money?”

Me: “Not for this large amount this late at night, no. We try to keep our tills low to discourage robberies. Besides, we need a manager’s signature.”

Customer: “I’ve done this before at this store!”

Me: “Not this late at night. I’m sorry, but if you come back in around 7am a manager might be in by then, though I’d come in at 8am to be sure. [Manager] usually comes in then, rather than the earlier hour.”

(Besides, by then a bookkeeper would be in and be able to loan the money out if there was none, but I didn’t explain this)

Customer: “I can’t come in at that time, I have a plane to catch! Your manager has approved this before.”

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but [My Name] is right, we don’t have that money this late.”

(At this point, I step away to help a few customers who’ve come in line but had to wait while we talk with this guy. The exchange keeps going on between him insisting he’s come in before with amounts that large and our cashier saying we don’t have that money nor a signature to use. After I check out a few customers, I come back)

Me: “Look. Even if we had the money right now, we don’t have the ability to approve it. Nothing you say can change this fact, and all we’re doing is repeating ourselves.”

Customer: “That’s not my problem.”

Me: “It kind of is. You’re just complaining at a couple of people who have no means of helping you out right now at all. You can either come back later for your money or not get the money back at all.”

Customer: *Finally seems to get it and mutters a few more complaints before stuffing a FIST SIZED wad of dollar bills from his pocket and putting it in a bag with the voucher*

(No clue if the customer came back or not as I’d left shortly after 8am, but I did tell our manager and morning PIC about it to make sure our cashier didn’t get in trouble. That’s when we found out he’d been in at least two times before with as much as a $600 coin star voucher–mostly in silver half dollars)