Unfiltered Story #113825

, | Unfiltered | June 1, 2018

(I’m a writer who has been published in one anthology and I’ve been frequenting this one particular cafe for years, so much so that I’ve written quite a lot of my stories there. I gave the store three copies of the book as I pretty much know everyone in that shop.)

Barista: “Hi, Ms. [Name]! Good to see you today! May I have your drink order?”

(When I give my order, three girls who used to bully me in high school come in line. Automatically, they start smirking and rolling their eyes at me. I have severe anxiety and was bullied for most of my life so I just kind of shrink away, wanting the barista to process my order more quickly but not wanting to say anything. Another barista I talk to pretty frequently catches my eye from the bar and he runs to the back room. When he gets back, he has an obviously well-read copy of the book where I’m published.)

Barista #2: “Ms. [Name], could I have your autograph?”
Me: *trying to look like I do this all the time* “Oh, yeah. Sure!” *signs the appropriate page*
Barista #2: “I loved your story! Are you writing anything new now?”
Me: “Oh, well, I’m working on my new screenplay for a feature length movie.”

(This goes on and I’m honestly feeling like a million bucks, which is great. The girls, from the corner of my eye, kind of start to edge away. The first barista finishes up my order. Needless to say, that was the best bully comeback ever! And I didn’t even have to say anything to them!)

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Babysitting Is Just A Game To Them

, , , , | Right | May 21, 2018

(Internet cafes are popular in our country with kids who want to play games in groups. A grandma comes in with her five-year-old grandson.)

Grandma: “Set him up for a five-hour package.”

Me: “Okay.”

(I don’t approve of that, since that much time in front of a PC is not good for a kid, but we don’t have a policy or law that would let me deny them. I set the PC for the kid. A few minutes later I see her leave. I am not able to stop her because I am assisting someone with her payment and the register is open. I just assume she went to the store next door and will be back quickly. A few minutes pass and she hasn’t returned yet. Around 30 minutes later, the grandson is already looking around for her and he looks scared. I ask one of the high-school kids around to check where she went. The grandson must have heard us and he runs outside looking for her! I run after him and am able to grab him when he’s about to cross the very busy road. I get him back in and he starts a tantrum and wails really loud, kicking those of us who tried to pick him up. The grandma comes back, angry at me for “not taking care of him.”)

Me: “We’re an Internet cafe, not a child care center.”

Grandma: *shouting and berating me in front of the customers* “Just let him play; he likes those games. I told you he’ll be here for five hours.”

Me: “He ran out and tried to cross the road. I can’t keep an eye on him. He doesn’t even know how to play the game you selected. I can’t sit by him to tutor him on how to play. I’m alone here.”

Grandma: “He tires me out. Just distract him.”

Me: “No. Take him.”

(The kid is still wailing on our floor, and the others are getting irritated with how loud he is and how he’s kicking anyone he wants to kick.)

Grandma: “In five hours!”

Me: “This is not a child care center!”

(I pick the kid up because he is in the middle of the store while grandma is at the door. He punches my jaw and lands a few kicks on me.)

Grandma: “Why can’t you take him?! I’m paying that package!”

Me: “The package doesn’t include a nanny.”

(I hand him over, his grandma still shouting at him and me, saying she wants that package. I cancel the transaction on his PC before she can drag him back to his rented PC, and shout for the next kid to take it.)

Me: “He’s crabby; take him home so he can sleep.”

(The kid was still crying, and there was no more PC where she can drop him, so she walked out with the kid. I had to pay for the package out of pocket. Getting rid of them was worth it.)

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Unhealthy Conversation

, , , , | Related | February 2, 2018

(My dad’s American and my mom is from the Philippines. Every couple years, we visit Mom’s side of the family. One of my cousins has a new girlfriend, and all the aunts and uncles are excited to meet her for the first time. My parents and I end up being unavailable when he brings her to meet the family, so later we ask my aunt, that cousin’s mom, about her.)

Mom: “So, how did it go? How was she?”

Aunt: “Healthy.”

Mom: “Okay? What was she like, though?”

Aunt: “Just healthy.”

(I asked my mom about this later, and she confirmed that my aunt was saying the girlfriend was fat. No other indication of her personality or accomplishments, just that she was fat. As much as I like being Filipina, they can be savage, and I’m glad I don’t spend a lot of time with that side of the family.)

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Unfiltered Story #92008

, | Unfiltered | August 21, 2017

(I work as an Email Support Rep for an Online Shopping Website. This conversation is via email and my responses are in a letter form but to make it short, I have laid it out like a regular conversation transcript. This particular customer placed an order for $10, used a coupon and paid $5.)

Customer: “My invoice is telling me that this item is $10! My budget for this is only $5!”

(I proceeded to explain to her that the value of the item is $10 but she used a coupon so she got it for $5.)

Customer: “That can’t be! I can’t spend $10 on this thing!”

(I proceeded to explain that she only spent $5 for the item.)

Customer: “This thing is too expensive for me!”