Unfiltered Story #90275

, , , | Unfiltered | June 24, 2017

(I recently had surgery. The surgeon found a growthwith black stuff on it. She got it all out, but I’m freaked out.)

Me: “Doctor, did the surgeon send you the pathology? It’s endometriosis. She said that as long as I stay on birth control it won’t be a problem. Is that really all I need to do?”

Doctor: “Well, it’s not like you want kids, right? So you can just stay on birth control and I agree that you don’t need to worry beyond that.”

(So if you’re a woman whose doctors don’t believe that you don’t want kids, apparently being diagnosed with endometriosis will help them respect that.)

Several Ripped Holes In Your Story

, , , , , | Right | June 22, 2017

(I work at a retail store as a manager, closing one night. As we get to closing time I get a call over our headset that a sound is coming from the fitting rooms. Since this particular location is on the more sketchy side I immediately call my security personnel (male) and head back to the fitting room. The ladies fitting room is set up in a way that it is a lot bigger than what we actually use, so half of it is partitioned off. This is made apparent with a rope blocking the back half of it, and all stalls beyond that point have no curtains up to block people’s view. It is not uncommon for people to go to this back half for illegal reasons. I go back there with my fitting room associate. The security personnel stays at the entrance since there are still other women in the fitting room. As I get there I can hear one of our alarm tags going off from farther down where this ‘customer’ is ‘changing.’ We both know she’s in trouble but she tries to play it off.)

Customer: “It fell off so I threw it back there!”

(I go to pick it up and it obviously has been cut off as there is a chunk of jean fabric still between the alarm tag and the pin. Going back to her I notice the pants she’s wearing has a big hole in the side. She finally realizes she’s caught not only trying to steal from us but damaging our product.)

Me: “Please hand me all our merchandise including the one you damaged.”

Customer: *sheepishly* “Okay I’ll bring them out to you.”

Me: “Don’t worry. I will be right here.”

(I don’t move as I watch her change. She hands me the pants she was wearing with the hole, the shirt she was ‘trying on’ that has a chunk cut out of it, another two pairs of pants with holes, and another shirt with a chunk cut off. Bundled up in one of the shirts she pulls out the scissors she used and puts into her very empty giant bag. (Something shoplifters do is come in with giant empty bags and leave with them filled.) She also hands me the hard tags and alarm tags she’s cut off the items she handed me, and the other clothes she hadn’t gotten to yet. After she gets dressed I walk her out of the fitting room, past her over-filled shopping cart which has more than clothes. My security personnel walks with me as I walk her out of the store.)

Me: “I shouldn’t need to say this, but I’m going to anyway. Don’t come back.”

Customer: *apologizes over and over again and leaves*

(Thankfully she only ruined the five items, which we now can’t sell, but with those and the many other items she was trying to steal it came to above $500 in merchandise. Fast forward to a few weeks later. It’s a closing shift again, and a girl comes in that I immediately recognize as a friend of the one I kicked out of the store. We know she also steals from us but as we haven’t been able to catch her. We try to keep an eye on her but there’s so few of us versus how many people come into the store and it’s busy, so we lose track of her and she leaves. A few hours later, near closing time, police officers come into our store. Turns out this girl got caught stealing from the store next to us and they called the police on her. When going through her bags they saw a pair of pricey shoes that still have an alarm tag on them, and a price tag that says our store name, obviously not bought. They walk me out to their car where she is sitting, crying and apologizing, saying she’s never done this before (a lie).)

Customer: *saying through sobs* “I’m so sorry; this isn’t like me. I never steal!”

Me: *leaning down to better see and speak to her* “Do not come back into our store again.”

(I then went back inside and continued with my closing shift.)

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It’s A Family Affair

, , , , , | Learning | June 13, 2017

(I am riding the bus on the way home from school when I happen to hear this from a few seats behind me.)

Classmate #1: *pointing out the window at a high school girl* “Wow, look at her! Do you think she’s a prostitute?”

Classmate #2: “That’s my sister!”

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Unfiltered Story #89005

, , , | Unfiltered | June 3, 2017

I was attending a convention in Seattle in which the convention staff wore blue shirts with “STAFF” printed on them in large, bold letters. Unknowing of this, I had also chosen to wear a blue shirt, although of a different color.

Throughout the day, I repeatedly had other attendees come up to me and start asking me questions, thinking I was among the staff.

One exchange in particular stood out to me:

Attendee: “Hey, do you know when [name] is doing autographs?”

Me: “Sorry, I don’t know that. If you ask someone from staff, they might be able to tell you though.”

Attendee: “But you’re staff! You should know these things! It’s you’re job!”

Me: “I’m not staff, but if you go down the stairs, cross over to the other building, and look for the Answer Desk room there, they should be able to-”

Attendee: (suddenly realizes) “Oh, I’m sorry! You’re not staff, are you? Sorry to bother you.”

(As a staff member had just come around the corner, I was able to refer the other attendee to them. I hope they got their question answered!)

Calling For Their Benefit, Not Yours

, , , | Working | September 11, 2015

(I work for a Seattle-based subsidiary of a multinational media company headquartered in New York. I have had some trouble with getting my insurance set up, so I emailed the benefits department the previous day. There is a three-hour time difference between Seattle and New York; at 7 am (an hour before I normally wake up), the phone rings.)

Me: *blearily* “Hello?”

Representative: “Hi, this is [Name] from the [Company] benefits office. I am just calling to let you know that the issue has been cleared up and you’ll be able to enroll on Friday.”

Me: “Okay, thanks…”

Representative: *rattles on for about five minutes repeating all of the stuff I already know, including how to enroll, what my coverage choices are, and who to contact if there are any problems*

Me: “Okay, thanks…”

Representative: “Is there anything else I can help you with?”

Me: “…Um, no, thank you.”

Representative: “Okay, then, thank you for calling the benefits office of [Company]!”

Me: “Uh, you called me—”

Representative: *click*

(Then I got up and saw that I’d received an email with the exact same information, which I could have read at any time after I woke up.)

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