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Unfiltered Story #273187

, , | Unfiltered | November 29, 2022

We have parked in the lot of a rather large strip mall, and there are three of us, me and two friends. I’m driving, and I’m getting out of the car with my friend and she hasn’t been to this particular mall before, so she’s a bit wondrous.

Friend #1: Whoa! I just saw that sign over there – it says The Dental Store. Ha, I wonder what they sell? (Jokingly)

Me, completely deadpan: Hair products.

Friend #2, who has just gotten out of the car: No no! They sell propane and propane accessories!

Unfiltered Story #273185

, , , , | Unfiltered | November 29, 2022

I started college in 2018. I was the only one of my friends from high school who decided to attend my school, so I opted to be assigned random roommates in my dorm. The dorm room setup was two bedrooms, with two people in each, and a shared bathroom/fridge/entry space between the two bedrooms.

Some backstory: It became clear very quickly that my roommates and I were not going to be friends. I am a very studious person, whereas they preferred to seek out drama and watch television. All 3 of them had gotten in contact with one another right when they found out they were roommates, and didn’t contact me in any way, so I was already on the outside of their clique from the getgo. All three of the girls had boyfriends at the beginning of the year, and it was nonstop drama ’round the clock because of the boyfriends. In addition to them generally being rude, inconsiderate of my food allergies, and generally ignoring my existence, they weren’t my favorite people to begin with.

The straw that broke the camel’s back, however, was the roommate who had an extremely dysfunctional, extremely codependent relationship with a guy several years older. I barely met him, but while he seemed nice enough, I knew him more based off of the constant screaming matches he and mY roommate had at LEAST once a month. This all culminated when, one morning, I was woken up at 6am by guttural screaming coming from our bathroom, where my roommate had locked herself to argue with her boyfriend under the mistaken impression we couldn’t hear her. She was still locked in there when I got out of bed to get ready for the day, and I wound up using my friend’s bathroom to get ready. This was the last of the more ridiculous episodes, but needless to say I am not still their roommate!

Unfiltered Story #273183

, , | Unfiltered | November 29, 2022

<em>(It’s a Wednesday, and besides trying to help order a department that I rarely order, I’m also trying to do a project. I’m *also* running back and forth to registers, as it’s a busier day than I expected. My coworker calls me up for a customer service code–after not receiving a response from our co-manager, who’s on lunch–and I go see what she needs. It turns out to be a picture frame that needs to be cleaned. I take it back to the frame shop to see what I can do, enlisting the help of one of our assistant managers, as our manager and our main frame shop person are off for the day. After a few minutes of trying to clean the adhesive residue off this frame, our bookkeeper walks by.)</em>

Bookkeeper: “Did [Coworker] call you up there to clean a frame?”

Me: “Mm-hm. The customer needs it for a gift in an hour and it’s the only one. Honestly, who buys a gift an hour before they need to be somewhere?”

Bookkeeper: “To be fair, that’s usually me.”

Assistant: “Yeah, me too.”

<em>([Bookkeeper] helps us, and we get the frame mostly cleaned up. I take it up to the customer and she leaves with it. Later:)</em>

Bookkeeper: <em>*trying to help me put an item back in its packaging*</em> “Hey, don’t punch anybody today, okay?”

<em>(I kind of laugh, because that’s a running joke with us, but agree. Our co-manager walks over to ask if I’m done with my project yet.)</em>

Me: “Not getting very far.”

Bookkeeper: “[My Name] keeps getting called to registers every ten minutes.”

Me: “More like every five seconds.”

<em>(I do manage to get my project done with less than five minutes left of my shift, with help from another coworker. Oh, and guess who returned the picture frame the next day? It didn’t work the way the customer expected, and I was on the refund register when she came in to return it, so I ended up spending two minutes listening to her tell me how it didn’t work–which I think any of us could have told her if she’d asked us the day before. Sigh.)

Unfiltered Story #273181

, | Unfiltered | November 28, 2022

I’m at a bar with some friends. I also look younger than I am.

Me: Can I have your house red, please?

Bartender: ID.

(Shows her my ID)

A few minutes later, a police officer in uniform walks in. He looks at me.

Police Officer to Bartender: Is she old enough to drink?

Bartender: Yes, I checked her ID. She’s 25.

Police Officer: (looks surprised)

Unfiltered Story #273179

, | Unfiltered | November 28, 2022

(My family always believes my older sister can never do wrong, even though they’ve seen it with their own eyes, it magically goes away.)

Me: “She used to bully me. Call me horrible names.”

Brother: “Which names?”

Me: “Once she said ‘N****rette, n****r! with afropuff!’ ”

Brother: *grins* “Ha ha! That’s so funny!”

Me: “What’s so funny about being called a racial slur?”

Brother: “She was obviously joking. You’re not black.”

Me: “Doesn’t mean that I like hearing or being called it!”

Brother: “Haha.” *walks away laughing and laughing*

(My family, ladies and gentleman. Moral of the story, just because the slur doesn’t affect the person, doesn’t mean it’s not disgusting.)