Unfiltered Story #193855

, | Unfiltered | May 7, 2020

(This takes place on a saturday night in a night market restaurant : it is obviously overcrowded, but not short-staffed as everything goes fine. In most cheap and medium-wage restaurants in Taiwan, the “menu” is a sheet of paper with the prices on which you must tick what you what and how many of each dish, then bring it to the counter, and pay up-front or not depending on the restaurant’s policy.
We queue 10 minutes before being sat down and given the order sheet, decide on what to it, and I get up to bring it to the counter. I’m European but fluent in Chinese.)

Me : Hi. *gives order sheet*

Clerk : *Takes order sheet and types it in computer, with no interaction. She waits, then finally looks at me.* “Where ?”

Me : “I’m sorry ?”

Clerk : *Sighes, and looks away from me, staring vaguely at the restaurant without moving.*

Me : *getting it after awkward silence* Oh, my table number ?

Cherk : *ignores me*

(I look at my order sheet, and I indeed forgot to write my table number, so I assume that’s what she meant indeed.)

Me : *takes 5 steps to check and comes back* We are [table number].

Clerk : *types it in cash register, total appears on the screen, and she stares at me without saying anything.*

Me : *gives cash, I guess*

Clerk : *takes it and gives change back without saying anything*

Me : “Er…I had a drink ?”

Clerk : *vaguely looks down at the receipt on her desk without bending, turns to the soda machine, makes my drink, puts it on counter, stops moving*

Me : “Thanks.” *gets drink and walks away*

(The rest of the evening went perfect, dishes were perfect and served fast. I’m not sure if the clerk was generally rude or just being exhausted, as she litteraly lacked emotion and interaction. It was surprising and confusing as most Taiwanese usually kind of get excited whenever a foreigner speaks Chinese with them.)

Listen To My Voice, Not The Voicemails

, , , | Working | April 6, 2018

(For some reason I can’t access my voicemail. It rarely tells me I have any, and there are plenty of messaging options, which is pretty much always the first alternative if I don’t answer, so I never bother to get it fixed. The past few days, I’ve had at least two voicemails a day, which is extremely unusual. I go to my provider and ask about it. They don’t have an immediate solution. The next day, I answer my phone at my office, with my boss’s permission.)

Bank: “We’ve been trying to reach you, but you never answered and never called back. We left voicemails.”

Me: “Sorry, I can’t access my voicemail.”

Bank: “That’s not an excuse.”

Me: “I’m sorry? It is a technical issue.”

Bank: “Fix your voicemail, so you can get your messages properly.”

Me: “Sorry, but I never needed it before. People rarely attempt to use it, as there are other options. The number of voicemails you left the past few days is more than I’ve gotten in the past two years.”

Bank: “Not my problem. Maybe you need to give us another method of contact.”

Me: “I have my email listed. Use that if I don’t answer.”

Bank: “What about phone?”

Me: “This one.”

Bank: “But it doesn’t work.”

Me: “No, only the voicemail doesn’t work. I will answer if you call and I am available, but you have been calling while I’m at work.”

Bank: “Not my problem. Do you want to remove the mobile number or change it?”

Me: “No. It is my mobile.”

Bank: “But it’s not functional.”

Me: “Yes, it is. Only the voicemail doesn’t work, as I’ve said.”

Bank: “That’s not functional, then. We wouldn’t know that.”

(This bank has sent me emails before when I didn’t answer. I had to ask another bank representative who understood.)

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, , , , , , , | Friendly | February 22, 2018

(Some of my friends are creating a board game, and they’ve asked if I could draw up their characters. I am not given a lot of physical characteristics, so I’m going by their background and storyline, as well as props they use, such as a sword. None of us are LGBT, but one character is a lesbian.)

Friend #1: “This is Sharon?”

Me: “Yeah. How do you like it? Anything you want to change?”

Friend #1: “She’s a lesbian.”

Me: “Okay. Do you want to show that, like by giving her a rainbow bracelet or something?”

Friend #1: “You can, but she still doesn’t look like a lesbian.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Friend #2: “She means give her short hair or something.”

Me: “Lesbians have all kinds of hair lengths and styles.”

(I pull out the drawing for Ava, a warrior character, whom I’ve drawn with short hair, and less busty.)

Me: “You mean, like Ava?”

Friend #1: “That looks like a lesbian!”

Friend #2: “Yeah. Switch the hair around.”

Friend #1: “Actually, why don’t you just use this drawing for Sharon, and remove the sword.”

Me: “Um… All because of the hair?”

Friend #1: “And boobs. Big boobs attract men, so lesbians want to look flatter.”

Me: *long pause* “You have stupid, stereotypical ideas!”

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Unfiltered Story #100584

| Unfiltered | November 22, 2017

I was at a small clothes store. A black guy is sitting behind the counter right next to the register where a local is checking someone else out. I only have a question. There are no uniforms nor employee tags here.

Me: (in English) Do you work here?
Guy: No, I’m just a tourist waiting for my friend. *Nods to the local cashier.*
Me: Oh, okay.
Guy: Why would you even think I work here? *odd stare*

He was still sitting in the employee area and I actually do know several places with some foreign staff.