Unfiltered Story #190968

, , | Unfiltered | March 29, 2020

I own a kennel, and I also live there in a separate house on the same property. When a prospective customer calls, I make sure to let them know the vaccine requirements for their pet to stay here; rabies, distemper (a vaccine with several types of anti-virals) and bordetella, which is kennel cough. These shots are non-negotiable. These are also listed on my web site.

A couple showed up exactly at their appointment time. While the wife filled out the paperwork, the husband let the dog loose for a potty walk. I asked him to please put the dog on a leash and I point out the designated potty lawn, a semi-circular patch of lawn big enough to park a large van on. There is also a sign that says exactly this on a post with a waste bag dispenser, and a metal trash can that has a sign that reads “Place used waste bags in here”. The husband put a retractable leash on the dog, essentially allowing the dog to wander where it wanted to, and turned and took the dog across the driveway to the big lawn in front of my house. I ask him again to use the little lawn, not the one we just seeded. The big lawn has a “No Pottying” sign on it. He walked the dog back across the driveway, past the potty lawn, and into the rose garden. (With a stone border and red mulch AND a “No Pottying” sign.) Again, I asked him to please walk the dog on the potty lawn. The man made a face and I could hear him go “Humph!” He immediately walked the dog into the lilac bed next to the house next door. (It’s got a brick border and red mulch, and that pesky “No Pottying” sign!) Again, I asked him to please walk the dog on the potty lawn! No answer, just a grimace.

In the meantime, the wife and I can’t find the vet record in their paperwork for the dog’s bordetella vaccine, just reminders for it. Husband gets cranky declaring “It’s there! We just had it done!” over and over again. I called their vet to find out if the shot had been given, but even 15 minutes after the vet’s open hours, there’s no answer except their outgoing message.

Husband then walked the dog into the street. I warned him about how the people drive like maniacs here. He said “I’ll watch” in a very surly manner. He then walked the dog up the street, and then curved back into my flower and hosta garden in front of my home where the dog poops. The man was deliberately stomping on the plants! At least he had the decency to pick the poo up, but my poor plants! He comes back to where I’m standing, and had a nasty smile on his face.

I look at the wife and told her that I’m sorry, but without the shot, I cannot accept their dog for boarding. It sounded like the husband muttered under his breath something about a female dog. The wife said then that they’ll just go into town and either get one from Tractor Supply or find a vet. I decided that no matter what, their dog wasn’t going to be staying here. Ever. They got back into their car and the husband floored it through my gravel parking area, spraying gravel all over, and as they pulled into the street, I saw the bag of poo go flying out of the driver’s window. Nice people.

Serving Sonic

, , , , , , , | Right | March 27, 2020

While cashiering, I have a break in customers and work on some straightening. When I next look up, I see a couple going over their items with a woman cradling her substantial amount of fabric. Then, I see something that looks like a tiny paw reach out. I am too far away to be sure, but I assume it has to be a kitten to be that small. 

They soon come up to my register as I’m the only cashier open, and I ask for the fabric ticket to scan, as well as the usual customer service questions. Just as I’m asking them how their evening is going, the woman sets down the fabric and it rustles. She asks me if I want to see their new baby and starts to uncover the top of this vague fabric nest.

A hedgehog perks up and, within a moment, attempts to dash across my register!

The woman catches her pet before it can get too far away or come to any harm, and thankfully, she holds on to it in the fabric for the rest of the short transaction, both her and her partner pleased and friendly the whole time. It is hardly a bad experience but decidedly one of the stranger things to have ever crossed my register.

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Unfiltered Story #190122

, , | Unfiltered | March 18, 2020

I had to work a night shift at a store that is supposed to be run by one person. It wasn’t a big deal, it was a slow night. About fifteen minutes until closing this guy walks in. He’s a local, he came in a few weeks ago and chatted with me. He was pretty friendly so I didn’t think much of it.

Tonight he decided to go from friendly to crazy.

At first he was just chatty, but then he mentioned that his family used to play “William Tell” with their guns and a can of Dr. Pepper. Ooookay?
Then he mentions that when he was kid he once shot his brother in the stomach…and laughed.

Then he brings up the fact that he is teaching his two year old son how to shoot.
I’m starting to get freaked out by this guy, but my only option is just to nod and smile and hope to God he doesn’t kill me.

Then he asks what I wear at night. I work as a pajama store so it wasn’t so creepy, but when I told him I often wear these nightgowns we sell. He says, “So you practically sleep naked. Want to sleep naked with me?”

Yeah, I don’t think so.

After some more nodding and praying silently to myself, he leaves. I called up the manager of one of the other stores and begged him to stay with him while I closed and walk me to my car.

Freaky night.

Unfiltered Story #189083

, , | Unfiltered | March 13, 2020

I work at the toll booths of an amusement park that has several Sister parks/attractions in the town and in different states. Employees of the sister attractions get in for free as long as they bring a current employee ID and/or recent check stub. I’ve just had a couple pull up that say they work for one of our sister attractions, but don’t have anything to prove it. While the boyfriend has a check stub, it is not for any of our companies and the girlfriend is not happy. We have gone back and forth for a bit.

Girlfriend: I can’t find my ID but he has his check stub. Why won’t that work?

Me: Because is says [other company]. I need something that shows you work for [sister company] such as your employee ID or [sister company] check stub.

Girlfriend: Unbelievable! Fine I’ll just pay. It’s [amount]?

Me: No it’s [slightly higher amount]

Girlfriend: This is un-freaking-believable! (she hands me the money) I’m GOING to tell them that you me pay!

I just shrug, hand her the receipt, and tell her to have a nice day as they drive off.

Coworker: Yeah, like it’s really your fault she didn’t bring anything to prove that she actually works there.

I couldn’t help but laugh as things like this happen far too often.

You’re So Backed Up That They Back You Up Into A Corner

, , , , , | Right | March 9, 2020

(I work in a hobby store where we also have a workshop where the owner can repair electronics. We’ve been booked up with repairs since Christmas and the owner has requested that I accept no more repair requests, but instead take down customers’ information so we can inform them when space becomes available. This happens while I’m the only one working while the owner is out running errands.)

Customer: *comes rushing in* “Hey, I need to drop this off for a repair. I think there’s a part broken in it.”

Me: “Oh, no, I’m sorry to hear that. Unfortunately, we are not accepting any repairs at this time. I can take down your number, though, and let you know when we can fit you in. Or you can just check back in a couple of weeks; we should be caught up then.”

(The customer stares at me for a minute.)

Customer: “So, can I just leave it here or was that not an option?”

(I’m keeping my smile in place, though I can feel the direction this is going.)

Me: “No, I’m sorry, I should have made myself more clear. We are filled up with orders so there’s no more room to take any more at this time.”

Customer: “Ah, when you didn’t say that, I thought maybe I could. So you can’t just fit me in, anyway?”

Me: “No, I’m sorry. That comes directly from our owner; he is not accepting any more repairs until he gets caught up.”

(This goes back and forth a couple more times before the customer finally leaves… but only for a minute.)

Customer: “Me again. Sorry, but I just wanted to make sure you couldn’t make an exception for me.”

Me: “No, I’m sor—”

Customer: *cutting me off* “Because see, I drove over here from [Town that’s only 30 or 45 minutes away] and that’s such a far drive to only have to come back in a few weeks. I’m not using this while it’s broken, anyway, so why not just take it?”

(I am getting really tired of him wasting my time but still trying to be polite, though I know saying anything probably isn’t.)

Me: “I work at [Shipping Company] at night. I drive there every night, all week; it’s not so bad.”

Customer: *bursts out laughing* “I know, I just wanted to mention it.”

(He just stares at me for a while. I don’t have anything more to say so I just smile back.)

Customer: “So, what can you do?”

Me: “I can take down your number, or give you ours if you want so you can call before making the drive over to make sure we’ve got a spot open.”

Customer:Ha! Yeah, numbers are a thing. Okay, well, I guess I’ll try back later.”

(He leaves. Again. For about a minute. Again.)

Customer: “Heeey, I know you said there’s no space, but would $20 change your mind?”

(He is actually waving a twenty-dollar bill at me from the doorway. I am tired, and I also have work backing up because we got a shipment in and I’m supposed to be pricing and stocking it, but I can’t because I have to stay at the register if there are customers.)

Me: “Okay, go get it. I’ll try and find somewhere to put it.”

Customer: *looks put off* “Are you just changing your mind for the money?”

Me: “No, please put that away. You can pay when your repairs are done. But it’s not going to be for a while because we are very backed up right now.”

Customer: “Are you sure? Is it really okay?”

(I want to just scream at him but he’s hanging on the door and it’s driving me crazy, so I may be coming off more short than I was.)

Me: “Just go get it.”

(I make him fill out our usual repair agreement, and then I take it in the back and literally just set in on our office desk because the workstation is overflowing. I’m just relieved to have him finally — hopefully — gone when he pops back in and says:)

Customer: “Well, I know you said you didn’t want my money, but whoopsie! A ten just fell out of my hand! Byyyye!”

(I didn’t want to take it, but my husband needed new pants so, thanks, I guess?)

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