Unfiltered Story #91671

, , | Unfiltered | August 17, 2017

I never got a chance to really sit down and watch Star Wars as a child until I was about 15 years old. It became kind of a family get together to sit and watch my “first time” as our family consisted of a mix of Trekkies and Star Wars fans.

We rented a few of them and settled down in the living room. I admit I am a pretty horrible movie watcher when it comes to superfluous actions or really bad action scenes. This is more of a family wide thing as we have “bad monster movie nights” where we bet on who dies first and point out gaps in the CGI and scenery. Sarcastic commentary is encouraged and is half of the fun. Needless to say, I wasn’t too enamoured of the movies as they had been hyped up by my peers to the point of unrealistic standards.

It came to a head at the scene where Leia and Chewie are being taken away and the princess is yelling at Luke that “It’s a trap!”

Watching him go through the equivalent of the front door with a dumbfounded look on his face caused me to blurt out the first thought in my head: “Stupid hero. Goes right through the damned door with no back up plan. Good thing bad guys can’t shoot straight or he’d be deader than dead.”

My family erupted into laughter at my exasperated mutterings and half of them jokingly welcomed me as a Trekkie.

I ended up more into Star Trek at the end of it all but I can appreciate Star Wars for what it is. This is meant more as an insight to my crazy family.

Unfiltered Story #91669

, | Unfiltered | August 17, 2017

(My dad brought me to Mexico for a vacation when I was 20. I get talking about when I was a kid.)

Me: “I used to make myself pancakes every weekend. It was my little ritual. Every Saturday for 2-3 years I’d wake up early, watch cartoons, and make pancakes while Mom slept in. Eventually I got to the point that I had the entire recipe memorized…”

Dad: *nodding with an interested look*

Me: “…can’t f*****’ stand them now.”

Dad: “HAH! I was just about to ask why we haven’t had any pancakes yet!”

Me: “Well, there’s your answer. I had too much of a good thing. I pancaked myself out!”

(I haven’t made them since I was twelve. Fifteen years later, I still can’t take more than two bites of one without becoming completely disgusted.)

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Unfiltered Story #91535

, | Unfiltered | August 17, 2017

(It’s three days after Christmas. My in-laws have come to visit bearing gifts for our son, who’s nine months old. Our tree and decorations are still up.)


Sister-In-Law: *hands son a bag* “Let’s do this one first!” *she reaches in and shows him a stocking with FIRST CHRISTMAS embroidered on it* “Look! Mimi got you a stocking!”


Husband: *irritated* “Mom, why did you do that? I told you that [My Name] crocheted a stocking for him.” *points at the big blue stocking hanging near the tree* “See?”


Sister-In-Law: *harrumphs* “Well, how was I supposed to know she made him one?”


Father-In-Law: *quickly changing the subject* “Look what Pawpaw got for you.”


(He reaches into the bag and pulls out a little horse toy that has a tether attached to its bridle. He presses a button at the end of the tether and the horse starts to walk around and sing very LOUDLY. My son whines and scoots away from it.)


Me: *soothingly* “There, there! Pawpaw’s going to put it away now!”


(Father-in-Law turns the toy off and goes out to their car and brings in two more presents, one of which isn’t wrapped. It’s a ride-on toy that looks like an airplane from a popular franchise.)


Sister-In-Law: “I know he’s not really old enough for it yet but I wanted to get it anyway!”


Me: “Thanks, but we really don’t have the space for it.”


Sister-In-Law: *scoffs*


Husband: *slides the wrapped present to our son* “Oh-kay! Here, [Son], let’s open this one! You like to rip paper!”


(My husband tears the corner of the package and our son slowly peels the paper off the gift to reveal…)


Me: *slightly annoyed* “Oooooh, another ride-on toy.”


Sister-In-Law: *cheerfully* “In another couple of months he’ll start playing with them and you can put them outside on the carport.”


(They leave soon after and I rip up the stocking in a rage then throw it in the trash.)


Husband: “I’m so sorry she did that. I know I told her that you were making [Son] a stocking.”


Me: “I know you did because I was sitting right beside you. And I don’t like that she bought him TWO ride-on toys because you told her no big gifts in the same conversation where you told her that I was making a stocking.”


Husband: “I’m just glad you didn’t lose your temper and scream at her.”


Me: “Not in front of [Son]. Besides, if she can’t listen, we’ll treat her like a child that doesn’t listen and keep her away from what she wants, which is time with [Son]. We’ll do it to my parents, too, so that they will know that we won’t be pushed around when it comes to our son.”


Husband: *laughs* “You know, I was going to suggest the same thing.”


(Sadly, my mother-in-law still tries being way too pushy when it comes to our son and has only seen him three times since then. And he does NOT play with the ride-on toys: the sight of the airplane one makes him cry and he has no interest in the other ride on, which looks like a bulldozer. The loud horse still scares him too; it doesn’t have a volume control. They’ll soon be going to Goodwill.)

Unfiltered Story #32808

Tucson, AZ, USA | Unfiltered | August 17, 2017

I teach a class of 12th grade students who are less than 6 weeks from graduation at this point. One of them has a large cup of soda on his desk from a fast-food restaurant. As I’m watching from across the room, he knocks it over, the lid comes off, and ice and liquid get all over his desk and the floor. All three students in the group avoid eye contact with me and stare at the growing puddle of liquid. I continue staring at them because I’m waiting for one of them to ask for paper towels or even look like he’s thinking about cleaning up the mess. Finally, I realize that another student is also watching me stare at the students and she knows why. I look right at her and silently mouth, “What the f***?”

She completely lost it and had to spend 5 minutes recovering from her laughter.

The three kids who spilled the drink still didn’t realize that I was looking at them and knew what had happened.

Unfiltered Story #28507

Virginia | Unfiltered | August 17, 2017

At the time of this story, I was around 12. It was at our Indian school’s annual Cultural Day where each of our classes performs something. At lunchtime, they were serving Indian food there, so I went to go stand in line. I saw my mom and some other aunties ahead of me, so naturally, I went to go stand in like with them. (Keep in mind that the line was really long)

Mom: come stand with us, (My name)

Me: nodding and going over there

Other lady behind us: Young lady, didn’t they teach you in school to never cut and to be fair? All of us are hungry and are waiting in line patiently.

Please go to the back of the line.

Me: Turning red, but ignoring her.

(My mom was talking so she didn’t hear the conversation)


Me: still ignoring her

Other lady: She gave me an evil eye and went back to her place.

(By the way, I was an extremely shy girl, so I wasn’t brave enough to tell her that I wasn’t actually cutting)

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