Unfiltered Story #200003

, , | Unfiltered | July 10, 2020

At a movie store, you have your regulars. And then, you have your regulars that are maybe a little cooky or just uncomfortable sometimes. There’s this one customer – mouth breather, constantly sick with bronchitis and is always sweaty. She’s nice enough, but sometimes says weird things. This was one of those times.

As she is leaving, she points out the dark brown stain that is on her shirt. Okay, no worries. Starts telling me how she spilled Dr. Pepper on it. Aw, shucks. I HATE when that happens.

Lady: “Hey, you know my boyfriend is black, right?”
Me: “Oh, yeah! Of course I do. You guys are regulars!”
Lady: “Next time you see him, tell him you saw the stain from breast feeding him.”

Wait. What.

I had a look of confusion and horror as she died laughing. Was she telling me of some weird fetish thing? I don’t understand.

Lady: “You know, because he’s black! The stain is brown because I was breast feeding him CHOCOLATE milk!”

I tried so hard to laugh along with her, but all I wanted to do was to shoo her out the door because she was screaming this information practically, and I didn’t want to make other customers uncomfortable. Weirdest conversation I have ever had.

Unfiltered Story #199993

, , | Unfiltered | July 9, 2020

It was Thanksgiving. THANKSGIVING. A time to be thankful. A time for joy. This lady came in with her daughter and were looking around to figure out some movies to rent. I’m doing some chores because it’s slow and the holidays, and when I look up I see her and her child standing off the side of the counter we don’t use. They were flipping through the movie pamphlet, so I assumed they were still figuring out things to watch. I let them do that for a couple minutes and then I pop up and ask, “Are you all set to check out?” She look at me and in the snottiest voice possible says, “What do you think?” and looked back the movie list. I wasn’t very good with sarcasm at the time, so it took me a moment to register she was being a complete jackwagon to me. I awkwardly stood there for a hot minute, and then went up behind the counter and told her to come over the other side. I had just been home for less than 24 hours with my family, hardly celebrated one of my favorite holidays with them, and then drove back to work to deal with that crap. People disgust me.

Unfiltered Story #199991

, , | Unfiltered | July 9, 2020

*I hear a phone page to the toys department*
Me: “Hello, how can I help you?”
Female Customer: “Hello is this the toys department?”
*I notice right away that I can barely hear what she is saying. Either her phone is bad or that store phone I was using was bad/close to out of range*
Me: “Yes it is.”
**Long Silent Pause**
Me: “Yes this is the toys department.”
Her: “OK I need *mumbled speech*”
Me: “Sorry, what was it?”
Her: “*Mumbled speech*”
Me: “Ummm okay” *starts walking toward toys.*
Her: “Do you know what that is?”
Me: “No, sorry could you explain it please?”
Her: “*Describes toy she is asking for*”
*I now know what toy she wants*
Me: “Oh OK, well we carry it but we don’t have any in stock.”
Her: “Well, when you will be getting them in?”
Me: “We get one truck a week and I believe next week we’re getting two. So, sometime next week.”
Her: “Next week?”
Me: “Yes, next week.”
*Long Silent Pause*
Her: “When next week?”
Me: “Umm I think Monday and Wednesday.” (Wasn’t 100% sure)
Her: “Well that wasn’t so hard to say was it?” *Hangs up*
The look on my face after she hung up was pure shock. If she was in the store and had been so abruptly rude to me instead of hanging up on me, I don’t know what I would have said.

Unfiltered Story #199875

, , | Unfiltered | July 3, 2020

I work at a Japanese restaurant.

Last weekend, a patron ask me in all seriousness what part of a cow PORK BELLY is from.

I calmly stated that pork belly is from the belly of a pig (not a cow) and is usually used for bacon in the United States but used in many Asian cultures as well for an alternative for beef or chicken. The customer still didn’t understand so I had to repeat myself several times that pork is from a pig and beef is from a cow.

We all had a good laugh in the kitchen once I repeated the story. The kitchen is also very pleased that I know my pork from beef cuts.

Time Waits For No Customer

, , , | Right | July 2, 2020

I work in a small bicycle shop where we repair bikes. Rather than an unreliable appointment system, we accept bikes as they come in and line them up to be worked on, with an estimate of which day they will be ready.

A female customer walks in and looks around at things before asking:

Customer: “If I bring my bike in tomorrow, will you be able to have it done by the end of the day?”

Me: “I’m sorry, but right now we’re a little full up on bikes. If you brought it in right now, it would be done by Saturday afternoon. But if somebody else brings their bike in, that will no longer be true.”

Customer: “Are you sure? I talked to [Owner] and he said that he could have my bike done tomorrow.”

Me: “It is maybe possible. But if he told you this a few days ago, then it would have been in relation to that day. We accept bikes first-come-first-served.”

Customer: “I don’t think that’s right. Go get him, you’ll see.”

I go and get the owner and he comes out a little annoyed.

Customer: “If I bring my bike in, you’ll be able to get it done tomorrow, right?”

Owner: “Absolutely not. We’re booked through the weekend. We wouldn’t get it done until Tuesday.”

The customer looked shocked and mumbled about waiting until we were less busy.

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