Unfiltered Story #144553

, , | Unfiltered | March 18, 2019

Customer: Where’s aisle 7?

Me: Uhh… Between 6 and 8?

Customer: No, that’s aisle 1.

Me: …

Brake Break

, , , , , , , | Related | March 16, 2019

My truck has started making a weird noise. Since my dad used to be a mechanic, I ask him about it, but he can’t hear it and insists that I’m imagining it. A few weeks later, the noise is worse, and the truck has started acting weird when I use the brakes. If I just barely touch the brake pedal, the truck reacts as if I’ve slammed on the brakes, and the brakes also let go at unexpected times.

When I try to tell my dad about it, he actually makes fun of me. He says there’s absolutely nothing wrong with my truck and kind of bullies me for not wanting to drive it. I tell him that if he’s that sure, he can drive it. He seems to think it’s hilarious, but he does agree and we swap keys.

The next morning while I am at work, I get a text from dad.

“Don’t drive your truck anywhere.”

It isn’t until I get home that I finally get an explanation. He tried to drive my truck as we agreed. He got halfway out of the driveway, only to realize that he’d left one of the brakes behind!

It had rusted completely in half, but since he’d only been pretending to look at them he didn’t think there could be any problem… until one of them fell off completely.

Dad wonders why I don’t trust him anymore.

Unfiltered Story #143635

, , | Unfiltered | March 13, 2019

( I work in the bakery department of a grocery store, which is just a few yards from the deli. We can see them, and they can see us, and customer foot traffic passes the deli first for the most part. It’s a little after opening, and though there’s an employee visibly working in the deli and the lights are on in the department, they technically aren’t open for business for another hour. They have a very large sign detailing their business hours, though sometimes pushy customers argue to get service before then.

I’m scanning inventory on the display floor when a customer bee-lines past the deli right for me. I greet her, expecting a bakery question, and she seems very sweet. )

Customer: I’m sorry, do you know when the deli opens?

( I can only blink and glance at the obviously manned deli area. I decide to let my coworker off easy as it’s a busy morning, and I give the customer as best a sheepish smile as I can act. )

Me: 7 am. I’m sorry.

Customer: *dramatically snaps her fingers* Darn! Thank you though! *leaves none the wiser*

Me: *stares over at my coworker in the deli, who is totally unaware and going about her work*

Not Even A Fifty-Fifty Chance Of Working

, , , , | Legal | March 10, 2019

(I’ve just checked out a couple who used part food stamps and part $50 cash to pay. I give them their change — about $2 — and they leave. I’m ringing out the two older women who were behind them when the woman from the couple walks back up.)

Woman: “I dropped a $50. Did anyone find it?”

(The older ladies and I both look around and see nothing, and we all tell her we didn’t see a thing.)

Woman: “Well, can I see the cameras to see if anyone took it?”

Me: “No. You are going to have to call the police and file a report, and they will watch the cameras.”

(The woman suddenly looks deflated, and I can instantly tell she thought I would sputter under pressure and maybe just hand her $50. She walks away and goes to another cashier within earshot of us, changing her story to, “The cashier never gave me my $50 in change.” The other cashier also tells her to call the police. She leaves again, defeated. I look at the two older ladies and shake my head.)

One Of The Older Ladies: “That was the most pathetic attempt at a scam I’ve ever seen.”

This Brand Is All Smoking And Mirrors

, , , | Right | March 1, 2019

(I work the night shift at a Midwest-exclusive gas station chain. Tonight one of the newer summer employees, a kid recently graduated from high school, is working until midnight. I’m having him watch the front counter to get more register experience. I notice a holdup in the line, stop the cleaning I’m doing, and walk over. One of the more “interesting” regulars is there.)

Coworker: “…so you want the [Cigarette Brand] light 99s?”

Regular: “Yes. The white box.”

Coworker: “So, these?” *holds up the cigarette box*

Regular: “No! Not the blue ones! The white ones?”

Me: *stepping behind the counter* “What’s up?”

Coworker: “She’s asking for the [Cigarette Brand] Light 99’s… I thought it was this brand, but maybe I was wrong?”

Me: “Funny, we only carry the 99s in two different kinds.” *turns to Regular* “You said [Cigarette Brand] Light 99s?

Regular: “Yes, I don’t see what’s so hard about that!”

(I head over to the cigarette holders, pick up a different box of the same kind my coworker is holding, and show it to the regular.)

Me: “Is this it?”

Regular: “Yes! Finally.”

Me: *to my baffled and slightly angry coworker* “Ring up the rest of these customers. I’ll take it from here.”

(I ring up the regular, and we get through the line of people within a couple of minutes. Afterward, my coworker turns to me.)

Coworker: “I had the right one! It was literally the same one you gave her!”

Me: “Yeah, I know. Welcome to retail.”

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