That Mom Must Be Dog Tired

, , , , , , , | Friendly | September 18, 2020

It is a pleasant day and my mothers group and I have taken our kids to the park. We’re on our way back to the house for lunch when we come across a stray dog which is determined to rumble with my dog.

With no owner in sight, we manage to separate the dogs, get back to my house, calm the dog down, and put him in the garage with some water.

I start messaging the number on the dog’s collar.

Me: “Hi! My name’s [My Name]. I found your dog on [Road] in [Town]. He’s okay. We just have him in the garage having a drink of water.”

Reply: “Which one?”

I express to my friends that that was not quite the kind of response I was expecting, having found their family pet, but I continue.

Me: “His collar says his name is Jesse. He’s black and white.”

Reply: “Okay.”

I talk again with my friends about the weird reply and they all egg me on to just call the pound and tell the owner to go there. I think about it but I’m kind of intrigued now, and I want the best for the dog, so I keep going.

Me: “When do you think you can come and collect him?”

Reply: “I’m not sure.”

Again, my friends think this was a ridiculous response and start looking up the numbers for animal control when my phone rings from an unknown number.

Me: “Hello?”

Woman: “Hi! I am so, so sorry. I’m the owner of the dog you found. I left my phone at home today and my twelve-year-old was answering the messages. She just called me and read the conversation out. I’m so sorry; you must think us very rude. I’m just leaving work at [Location] now to come and collect the dog. Is that okay? Thank you so much for looking after him!”

She arrived soon after and collected her dog and gave me a box of chocolates. She had a sulky looking pre-teen in the car with her who looked like she had just gotten a bollocking. Poor kid.

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Unfiltered Story #208745

, , , | Unfiltered | September 17, 2020

The store I work at has a huge sale, the queue at my counter is so long it wraps around the back of our counter. A man walks up to the counter.

Man “I don’t have time to wait, serve me next”

Me “I’m sorry but these people don’t have time to wait either. I suppose you could ask them if you can go first. ”

The man looks at the first and opens his mouth to talk.

First, second and Third Customers ” NO”.

Happens All The Time When People See The Prices Of The Textbooks

, , , , , , , , | Working | September 15, 2020

I am waiting in line at the university bookshop. I just gave blood an hour ago and, despite never having had any previous problems donating blood, and having had ample to eat and drink today, I start to feel a little woozy.

And then, I wake up on the floor.

The other customer who was in line is standing over me, while the staff member behind the desk calls out, “Are you okay?”

As I wake up a bit more, I can explain that I gave blood earlier.

The staff member finishes serving the customer, who leaves. Then, the staff member calls out to me, “You can go and sit on the stairs outside if you want to rest a bit.”

The staff member then turns away and continues their work at the desk. I am still lying on the floor, but, having never fainted in public before, and seeing that neither the staff member or the other customer seem remotely concerned, I just feel embarrassed and silly lying on the floor in a public place. As quickly as physically able, I get up, pick up my bag, leave the purchase I was going to make on a shelf, and go and sit on the stairs outside for about thirty minutes until my head stops spinning and my legs will hold me up, before I — slowly, with several stops — head home.

Once at home, I call the blood bank — they tell you to contact them if you have any adverse reactions — and the nurse on the end goes berko.

Oh, my God! Did you bang anything when you landed? How are you feeling now? I need you to see a doctor in the next twenty-four hours for a review. Don’t do any strenuous activity for the rest of the day. Drink something. Eat something. Have you got a family member or friend with you?” And so on.

I am only a young, inexperienced, not very world-wise person when this all happens, and I really don’t know what the correct reaction is when someone loses consciousness in the middle of a store, but I know that it is not to just ignore them and go about your work.

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Unfiltered Story #207991

, , , | Unfiltered | September 12, 2020

(I was studying late one night there was nothing in the fridge and so I ordered a pizza from a nearby chain store rhymes with smominos. Paid $32 for pizza + delivery – discount from coupons + $10 extra for express or get the next one free deal)

I go back to studying after placing the order, watching my pizza tracker occasionally, time seems slower when studying or so I thought until I checked the time, over 1 hour and 20 minutes had passed and I had just gotten the notification that the driver just left the store, it’s a 5 minute drive, granted he might of had other delivery to drop off, but as I watch the live tracker, its taken him 15 minutes to drive to my street, on what seems to be a direct path.

so I turn on the lights at the front of the house and go out into the driveway in my Pyjamas and socks, waiting in the cold. Phone in hand, the tracker just said delivered, so I edge closer to the street in my driveway, and I see no cars on my street.

I give it what felt like a few minutes to wait and it ended up being closer to 15 minutes. So I call the store.

Me: Hi I placed an order 1 Hour and 35 Minutes ago, it recently said it had been delivered on the tracking app, but it has not arrived.

Worker 1: Okay sure no problem I can check that for you, can you tell me what your address is.

Me: I tell her my address.

Worker 1: (doesn’t place the phone on hold) yells to Worker 2 isn’t this the address you just went too?

Worker 2: Yeah

Worker 1: Well she said she didn’t get it.

Worker 2: Well I was just there. Shes lying!

Me: (since I can hear everything) Can you ask him who he delivered it too? Or what the house looked like?

Worker 1: The ladys asking who did you give it too?

Worker 2: A guy with a black car at the front.

Me: There are no men at home (I live alone) and my car is silver. Are you sure he got the right address?

Worker 1: (repeats what I just told her to worker 2)

Worker 2: Well I delivered it! Yes it was the right address!

Boss: Whats going on?

Worker 1: Quickly explains

Boss: we’re busy get back to work put it down and she might go away.

Me: (hearing everything and still waiting on the line 10 minutes pass her phone is beeping from another call in the queue)

Worker 1: (picks up) Hello?

Me: It’s still me, the one without the pizza.

Worker 1: Okay the boss will be right with you. *Hangs up*

Me: *I call back* Hi I think you just hung up on me?

Worker 1: Oh its you again. Hang on a moment. *puts the phone and the table and serves 6 other customers in a span of 20 minutes*

Boss: *picks up the phone* What do you want?

Me: I explain that I ordered my pizza now 2 hours ago and it didn’t arrive, so I called the store and the delivery boy claims he delivered it to a man with a black car at the correct address while, i’m a female with a silver car.

Boss: Asks the delivery driver.

Worker 2: I told you shes lying! I delivered it.

Boss: He says he delivered it.

Me: Okay look I am getting sick of this back and forth, tell your delivery boy to come back to the address I recite it for him, and I will be waiting in the middle of the street so he cannot miss me or my house or my silver car and I will question him myself as to which house he delivered my pizza too because this getting ridiculous so he can confirm for himself that he did indeed deliver it to the wrong house and so he can apologise for calling me a liar, how ever I am disgusted with your attitude, not only have I been called a lair twice I have been on the phone for over 30 minutes and being ignored while listening to everything you have said about me in the background, once this is through I want my refund.

Boss: He said he delivered it and refused to give me a refund.

Me: Either have him come back to my street and confront me at my house, or I will come to your store.

Boss: We will give you a coupon.

Me: I do not want a coupon, nor do I want my 2 hour old pizza which is probably sitting in someones stomach who lives in my street. I want my money and my time back and an apology but since I cannot have the latter I want my money back.

Boss: You paid using an online transaction (the website) we cannot give you a refund.

Me: I will take you to the department of fair trading.

Boss: We cannot give you a refund because we don’t have access to the website.

Me: But the payment goes to your store?

Boss: Yes, but no no we cannot give you a refund we don’t have a computer.

Me: Its okay i’ll come by in store right now and pick it up in dollar coins if I have too. I also have this exchange recorded for proof.

Boss: To get a refund you need to leave a complaint.

Me: Excuse me? your telling me I need to leave a complaint in order to prompt any form of reimbursement?

Boss: Yes just go to the website. *hangs up*

And so I go to the official website and make a complaint, 2 weeks later I get a reply and a phone call asking about the issue of my complaint, I explain and offer her a recording of the phone conversation, she explains that the processing is slow and it will take another 2 weeks to receive a refund.

I finally get my refund and no apology.

For Some People, It Really Is About The Journey

, , , , , | Friendly | September 6, 2020

My mother and I are going to a craft show. Mum is driving but we have to divert from the regular route to pick up her friend from a house she recently moved to. Mum doesn’t have a Sat Nav so she is relying on me to navigate from a road map that I put beside me; I know the way as I have driven to the venue myself on other occasions.

It’s a twenty-five- or thirty-minute drive, basically on just four roads. I have no problems on three of those roads, and then we get to a fork in the road.

Me: “We need to take the right fork.”

Mum’s friend does not drive and has a very grating voice that turns high-pitched when she gets upset; it borders on screeching.

Friend: “No, we need to go left.”

Me: “No, it’s right.”

Friend: “No, left.

Mum: “Which way do I go?”

Me: “Just go right.”

We take the right fork.

Friend: *High-pitched* “This isn’t the way my daughter goes! She always goes through [Town #1] and the sign back there said it was to the left.”

Me: “We don’t need to go to [Town #1]; we are going to [Town #2], which is to the right.”

Friend: “We have to go through [Town #1] to get to [Town #2]; that’s the way my daughter always goes.”

Me: “Yes, when she picked you up from your old house that’s the way she would go, but we are coming from the opposite direction.”

Friend: “We’re never going to get there; we’re lost. Turn around, [Mum], so we can go the right way.”

Mum pulls over and puts her blinker on to turn around.

Me: “Just stick to this road; it’s only five minutes up the road”

Mum pulls back onto the road and we keep going. All the way, her friend is ranting about how we are going the wrong way; her voice is rising to screech level. I just want to tell her to shut up. After what seems like an eternity with my ears almost bleeding, but is actually less than five minutes, we see the sign for the venue.

Me: “There it is, on the left-hand side.”

Friend: “But it should be on the right. Why isn’t it on the right? I didn’t know it moved.”

Me: “It hasn’t moved; we came from the opposite direction of what you usually take.”

Friend: “Well, how was I to know? I don’t drive; my daughter does and she goes the way we should have gone.”

Me: “It would have taken us twenty minutes longer.”

She was still ranting how we had gone the wrong way as Mum parked.

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