Unfiltered Story #182921

, , | Unfiltered | January 19, 2020

(Our site is owned and operated by the state government, so we can’t buy things without going through certain channels. People don’t realize this, so we often get phone calls like this…)

Me: (Location name), this is (Name), how can I help you?
Caller: Hello, can I talk to the owner?
Me: We’re owned by the state, but I can put you through to my manager.
Caller: Oh… never mind then… goodbye.

Going Forward She Will Be All Sixes And Sevens  

, , , , , | Right | December 28, 2019

(I work at a popular tourist attraction in the UK. In order to visit, you need to have a membership that is paid annually. Children under six do not need a membership and get in for free, but once they reach six years old they are added on to their parent’s membership which increases the cost by about 25%. A family has just come in with a young girl. I check their membership and see that only the two adults are on the membership, not the child. As per policy, I need to ask if the child is old enough.)

Me: “Hello, sweetheart! And how old are you, then?”

Young Girl: “I’m five years old!” *holds up her hand to display five fingers*

Me: “Okay, that’s great! If you guys want to—”

(She turns to her dad with the proudest expression on her face.)

Young Girl: “I did it, Daddy! I told the lady I was five and not six like I am! Do I get an ice cream now?”

(I have never seen anyone look so embarrassed in my life as those parents. The whole thing amused me so much that I let the girl in for free, anyway, but I left a note on their membership account for next time they visit that the little girl needs to be added and paid for.)

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This Conversation Is Going Further Downhill

, , , | Right | December 20, 2019

(I work at a tourist information centre. Pendle Hill is, strangely enough, a very large hill in Pendle; it can be seen from miles around and is impossible to miss.)

Me: “Hello, [tourist information]. My name is [My Name]; how can I help you?”

Customer: *on phone* “Hi, I’m just ringing to see if you know the postcode for Pendle Hill; I want it for my satnav.”

Me: “Well, the hill itself doesn’t have a postcode, but I can give you the postcode for the village at the bottom of the hill, which is [postcode].”

Customer: “Are you sure you don’t know the postcode of the hill? I’m worried that I won’t find it from there.”

Me: “It’s a hill, so it doesn’t have its own postcode. The village is right at the bottom; it’s impossible to miss from there. I really do think you’ll find it.”

Customer: “Can you give me the postcode for any of the attractions around the hill, just in case?”

Me: “Not really, since it’s just the hill, on its own; like I said, there’s a village at the bottom, there are a pub and a couple of shops, but that’s it.”

Customer: “So, Pendle Hill is just a hill? I thought it was like, a tourist attraction or something.”

Me: “Well, yes, it is a tourist attraction, but the idea is to walk up the hill; there’s a very good view from the top, but there isn’t much else to do there.”

Customer: “Oh, I thought there was more to it than that. Are you sure it doesn’t have its own postcode?”

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Unfiltered Story #180352

, | Unfiltered | December 17, 2019

(I live in a medium-sized town in the Black Forest. One of my classmates works in the tourist information and often gets this question.)

Tourists: “Can we go to the Black Forest now or is it closed?”

The Ditzy Visit The Dizzy

, , , , | Right | November 25, 2019

(I volunteer at the home of 19th-century prime minister Benjamin Disraeli. These are just some of the encounters I’ve had.)

Visitor #1: *VERY loudly in a crowded room, shortly after leaving a talk about him* “So, who’s Benjamin Dizzy?”

Visitor #2: *enters the room I am alone in* This room has bad energy. Very bad energy. Very bad.”

Visitor #3: “So, can we touch this?”

Me: *looks at the sign next to it* “No, unfortunately not.”

Visitor #3: “Why not?”

Me: “It’s very old and could be damaged, and an alarm will go off.”

Visitor #3: “Oh… okay.” *touches it anyway, causing an alarm to go off* “Oh, I didn’t know that would happen.”

Visitor #4: “So… is this place haunted?”

Me: “I’m unsure; it depends on who you believe!”

Visitor #4: “Come on, you can tell me. It’s haunted, isn’t it? Is there a ghost in this room?”

Me: “I hope not. I’m alone in here a lot!”

Visitor #4: “DON’T TOUCH HER! There you go; you’ll be safe.”

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