Unfiltered Story #203912

, , | Unfiltered | August 5, 2020

(I work at a ski resort as a lift operator, I’m the head on my lift and I get to deal with all sorts of folk. We have electronic gates that read a small card that goes in your coat pocket. Everyone must have one to ride. Kids ride free but still need a pass, sometimes parents don’t know the passes are free and try to ‘sneak’ their kids in. It often doesn’t work and we have to manually let them in. This man did exactly that.)
Customer: “So, we just have my pass will you let me through?”
Me: (feeling generous even though I already dealt with a similar situation) “Sure! As long as you get her a pass at the ticket office. ”
Customer: “look, it took us an hour just to get here. I want to ride with her”
(The ticket office is down the hill from where I am, may be a fifteen minute walk.)
Me: “sir I’m letting you on the lift right now, and I shouldn’t. In fact I should revoke your pass, but I won’t.”
Me: “sir, give me your pass and get off my lift. Now.”
(I call my manager over and he tells him the same thing, and shuts off his pass. The man left in a fuming rage.)
Liftmate: (coming out of operating shack.) “He told me they never gave him a pass, so I let him on and told him exactly what you did. “

Unfiltered Story #201611

, , | Unfiltered | July 28, 2020

I work at Wendy’s, ands we have two lemonades. All natural, and minute maid lite. I had this exchange the other day. (Some lady asked for lemonade)

Me: would you like our all natural lemonade, or lite lemonade
Lady: all
Me: k one second
As im pouring it (its prepared specially)
Lady: that’s lite lemonade right?
Me: no…
Lady: I have to have lite lemonade

Talk Crap, Get Smacked

, , , , , , , | Friendly | July 27, 2020

I start karate when I am nine at this small, lesser-known dojo a couple of cities away from where I live. My Sifu — Sensei, master, etc. — is the greatest and when we move to another state at one point during my training, she works with us so my brother and I can continue via her own YouTube tutorials and video calls. 

We move back to the state a year or two later and there are a couple of new students that have never met me face to face; they only know I am a girl and have a pretty high belt. 

I walk into the dojo for the first time in a couple of years and one of the newest kids, seeing how short I am — I am probably around 5’3” at the time — scoffs at me and my brown belt.

Rude Student: “You’re so short! I always thought you were taller. No wonder you did classes online; [Brother] is the only one shorter than you!” 

He laughs at me, taking into account my reddening face. I have a hard time controlling my emotions when someone insults me.

Rude Student: “Look at how red your face is getting! I bet you can’t even land one hit on me!”

I am about to reply, but Sifu calls us over to start class and welcome my brother and me back to the dojo. I think that is the end of the confrontation, but it is Monday and that means Spar Night.

I get paired with the rude student because he is closer to my height than any of the other kids.

Rude Student: “Looks like I get to see if you can land a hit.”

He smirks at me.

Me: “I’d like to see you land one on me first.”

He scoffs.

Rude Student: “Easy!”

He proceeds to use up all his energy trying to land a hit on me as I dance around the room blocking and dodging every hit.

Rude Student: “Hold still!”

Me: “If you insist.”

I stand still, waiting for the punch. 

He throws it and I duck, coming up under his arm and uppercutting him in the stomach. We are wearing sparing gear, but apparently, it isn’t enough to protect his stomach from my angry shot. He falls to the mat, gasping.

Me: “I thought you said I couldn’t land a hit.”

He stayed away from me after that, especially when we started a Ju-Jitsu course later that month.

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The Name Game

, , , , | Right | July 24, 2020

I have just entered the office of the catering business where I work to solve a problem with my schedule when I overhear the receptionist having the following conversation on the phone. Only the receptionist’s half of the conversation is audible.

Receptionist: “…and I appreciate that, so, if I could just get your name to access your account I can—”

Caller: *Incoherent shouting*

Receptionist: “I understand that. Your password should be working, but if I could have your name, then—”

Caller: *Incoherent shouting*

Receptionist: “I know, you are new and you haven’t done the training; we have it scheduled later—”

Caller: *Incoherent shouting*

Receptionist: “Yes, yes, and when you come in on Tuesday, she will show you around; now, what is your name?

Caller: *Muttering*

Receptionist: “Thank you, I will bring up your account!”

While typing, she mutes her phone and turns to me.

Receptionist: “How hard is it to say your name? I asked four times and got ranting.”

Then, directly to me:

Receptionist: “What is your name?”

Me: “[My Name]!”

Receptionist: “Thank you, [My Name], I will be with you shortly.”

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Unfiltered Story #201370

, , | Unfiltered | July 23, 2020

(I used to work at a Potato Jacket shop modeled after the ones in Europe. That said, we are extremely unique compared to what else the city has and get pleanty of tourists and locals curious about the food. This particular day was slow and I was cleaning the dining area. Only one elderly couple is there at the time and the song “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol comes on.)

Elderly woman to her husband: Oh I like this song, but I don’t know what it’s called!

Husband: Just as that young lady over there. *points to me, obviously jist wanting to enjoy his food*

Wife: Excuse me, do you know ehat this song is?

Me: Yeah, it’s “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol.

Wife: Oh! Do you know who it’s by?

Me: … The band is called Snow Patrol.

Wife: So you don’t know who it’s by?

(I proceeded to tell her twice more before giving up and just writing out the song and artist onto a napkin and giving it to her. The husband did apologize behind her back though.)