Unfiltered Story #91894

, | Unfiltered | August 19, 2017

(Quick backstory: the store I work at has had immense issues with corporate, and we are waiting on them, and have been, for over a month for many things. We can’t physically sell the things people order online before we get them. My normal manager is out this week and in her place is a spineless assistant manager. I’m 19 and am only working for the summer, yet am practically in charge because of the incompetencey)

Customer: I’ve been waiting two weeks for my shirts, where are they?!
Me: I’m so sorry about that ma’am, do you possibly have your order number so I can look that up?
Customer: *rudely* no, you should have it in the system.
Me: …ok ma’am, can I have your name please?
*glares at me LIKE I SOMEHOW SHOULD BE ABLE TO GUESS HER NAME and writes it down. I take it back to the manager, and we search her up, and the system says her stuff shipped on Monday. I go back out.*
Me: So our system says it shipped on Friday, so hopefully you should see those in about a week.
Customer: Can I get a shipping number?
Me: Absolutely!
*go back again, manager says that she doesn’t have one so maybe we “shipped” it after the mail came on Friday, and the mail guy didn’t come again until today*
Me: So my manager says that even though our system says it shipped on Friday, it is possible that it didn’t actually leave until today, which is why she can’t find a tracking number, if you want—
Customer: I KNEW IT, I KNEW you wern’t telling me the truth, get me someoneone who will actually tell the truth!
*my manager comes out next to me and literally repeats everything I just said, while I’m standing next to her*
Customer: I could tell the way she *flips hand at me* was looking at me that she was lying, that she wasn’t telling the truth. Thank you for telling me the truth.
*she leaves and the manager goes in the back again, yelling a quick “sorry” to me. I don’t know what planet she had to be on to think that a 19 year old would be hiding and lying about her shirts, and then the fact that my manager did nothing to stand up for me, I almost quit*

He’s Really ‘App-y To See You

| Finland | Romantic | March 2, 2016

(We’re out shopping. I don’t realize that my husband has his tablet with him until he takes it out of his pocket to look something up.)

Me: “How do you fit that in your pants?”

Husband: “What? It’s only seven inches!”

Until Undeath Do Us Part, Part 52

| Sonoma County, CA, USA | Romantic | September 24, 2015

Me: *in a sappy voice* “You love me. And you’ll always love me.”

Husband: “Yep.”

Me: “You’re always going to love me.” *in a creepier voice* “No matter what…”

Husband: “Uh… yep.”

Me: “Even if I turn into a zombie.”

Husband: “Well, I’d still love you, but I might have to bash your head in.”

Related:
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 51
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 50
Till Undeath Do Us Part, Part 49

Not Impressed With Who You’re Trying To Impress

| CT, USA | Related | July 6, 2015

(I overheard this gem while shopping; I’m assuming it’s a father and daughter.)

Dad: “You don’t need all this makeup. You’re beautiful the way you are and whoever he is will like you regardless.”

Daughter: “Excuse me? I do not wear makeup to impress boys. How can you say that?”

Dad: “Come on, it’s a well-known fact that girls wear makeup to hide how basic and average they are. But you don’t need that; you have natural beauty.”

Daughter: “Believe it or not, women do wear makeup for themselves. They don’t do it just for other’s satisfaction. Besides, most men will jump on anything that has tits and a vagina; girls though, have higher standards.”

Dad: “…”

Daughter: “I’m trying to impress a girl.”

Dad: “…”

Daughter: “At some point you’re going to have to accept that I’m a lesbian.”

Dad: “Did someone say we needed milk?”

Thanks For Nothing

| OH, USA | Related | June 18, 2015

(My mom and I are leaving a store and are on our way to my cousin’s baby shower. We are almost to the car when this happened:)

Mom: “Thank you.”

Me: “You’re welcome.” *realizing that I hadn’t done or said anything to prompt a thank you* “Umm… what are you welcome for?”

Mom: “I don’t know. I was hoping you weren’t going to ask.”

(We couldn’t leave for another five minutes because we were laughing too hard.)

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