A Cardboard Box In An Alley Is Starting To Sound Nice

, , , , , , | Legal | July 1, 2020

My fiance and I are forced to rent a home in a sketchy neighborhood after our home burns down because the man is the only landlord we can find who accepts “violent” dogs; we own a very sweet pit bull.

The first few months start out great, but when my job also closes down, we are in dire straits. Our landlord becomes completely irrational, texting at crazy hours, night or day. We are told that legally he can’t kick us out during the health crisis.

Landlord: “Are you able to make any payments towards rent?”

Me: “Not at the moment; we are working on getting our unemployment accepted.”

A day goes by, and he messages me again.

Landlord: “I am coming by to pick up the rent.”

He is already outside. My fiance and I work night jobs so we are sleeping. I haven’t read the message yet. He knocks on the door. We don’t answer because we are in bed. He starts to slam his fists on the door and then moves on to slam on the outside walls. Then, as our dogs are going absolutely insane, we hear him slamming on the sides of the house while his friend slams on the front and side doors. He finally goes away. 

A few hours later, he sends me more messages.

Landlord: “I am sorry but I have to start the eviction process. You can use your paperwork to go to a state agency and get me my rent money.”

Me: “I have an agency affiliated with my work helping me with the rent; you will be getting the email today.”

He didn’t answer. That evening, we were at our new neighbor’s house and we saw him pull up. Instead of knocking or calling, he went to the fence to the backyard and tried to open the gate. It was locked, so then, he proceeded to try every door and window. 

Our dogs stopped that quickly. 

We contacted a lawyer and are in the process of finding a new place. He continues to barrage us both with threatening emails, texts, and drive-bys, even after a no-contact order. I hope that his other renters have better luck!

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Unfiltered Story #199807

, , | Unfiltered | June 30, 2020

I work for a company that holds many parks and resorts worldwide all under the same name. This particular resort on Hilton Head Island is the smallest resort in the company world wide. Most of the resorts are on property at the parks aside from three others including Hilton Head. Hilton Head Island’s government is notoriously strict about resorts, especially family resorts. However, because of how we work around the restrictions and quirks, the resort tends to reach company high satisfaction ratings up to the point of reaching a 95% satisfaction rating, which has never happened before. At the time I was working at Front Desk and had a family doing an early check out.

Guest: Hello. I’d like to do an early check out.
Me: Well, that’s very unfortunate. May I ask the reason why?
Guest: We stay at [other resort within 2 hours of the company’s flagship resort] all the time and we were just expecting something closer to that.
Me: Well, I’m very sorry ma’am, but due to the quirks of the Island, we can’t do as much as they can here.
Guest: Ok well I think we’re going to stick with that other resort because it’s more fun.
[The checkout goes as normal and the guest is very nice and kind. After they leave, the manager on duty comes out]
MOD: Why did those people check out early?
Me: It wasn’t like [other resort].
MOD: Well… did they expect, an exact clone?

Run, Air Molecule, Run!

, , , , , | Learning | June 23, 2020

My chemistry teacher in high school is fantastic. He has an accent like Forrest Gump and a very dry, understated sense of humor. On one memorable occasion, while discussing the properties of gases, he makes the following statement while seeming to point to a spot on the other side of the room.

Teacher: “That air molecule right there is traveling at about 600 miles per hour.”

Cue twenty-five teenagers turning to look at the molecule.

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Unfiltered Story #197533

, , | Unfiltered | June 21, 2020

(Note: I am the customer in this one, and am extremely tired.)

Me: Can I have an ice cream cone with my meal, please?

Employee: What flavor ice cream would you like with that?

Me: Yes.

(We both wait there for about 30 seconds before I realize my mistake.)

Me: Oh! Chocolate, please.

(Luckily, the rest of the transaction went smoothly.)

Unfiltered Story #196557

, , | Unfiltered | June 15, 2020


(I worked at a famous fast food joint. When it rains, we would normally go about our business. However, when the power goes out in the middle of service we are all forced to go on “break.” The manager locked the doors so that no one could go in. Since there isn’t any customers here, it looks like a bunch of lazy workers sitting in the dark. Now some people understand that we can’t function without electricity. Others needs electricity to function their brains. This lady knocked on the door yelling something unintelligible. One of the cooks decided to tell her that were “closed.”)

*Cook opens door*
Lady: Hey, are you guys opened? I’ve been trying to get in.
Cook: Sorry ma’am were closed.
Cashier: Close the door, (Cook).
Lady: *pissed* What do you mean you’re closed?
Cook: We have no electricity to ring your order up and cook it.
Cashier: You ain’t got to explain to her. Close the door.
(He finally closed the door. The lady continued to bang on the door yelling absurdities. It’s the typical “you just lost my business” crap. We had a great laugh though.)