Unfiltered Story #32189

VA, USA | Unfiltered | November 14, 2015

(This take place in a U.S. Government class. Whenever our teacher is absent, he leaves instructions for us to do some questions from our textbooks. Today, however, we have a substitute who is notorious through our school for being bossy, smug, and generally rude to the students.)

Substitute: “Alright, Mr. [Regular Teacher] left me instructions for you to do [Questions] in the textbook. Bring them to me at the end of the period.”

(Classmate #1, a very withdrawn but smart kid, finishes his questions in fifteen minutes, and takes them up to the substitute. My desk is right next to the teacher’s desk, so I can hear the conversation clearly.)

Classmate #1: “Here are the questions.”

Substitute: *Not even looking at the paper* “Why are you lying to me?”

Classmate #1: “Excuse me?”

Substitute: “There is no way you completed all those questions in fifteen minutes. Go back to your desk and finish them.”

(Classmate #1 goes back to his desk. Since we’re only fifteen minutes into an hour-and-a-half period, he gets out a journal and starts writing. After about a minute, the substitute gets up from the desk and storms over to him.)

Substitute: *almost shouting* “What are you doing?”

Classmate #1: “Um… I’m writing.”

Substitute: “I told you to finish the questions! Give me that! *snatches journal out of Classmate #1’s hands*

Classmate #1: “I already finished the questions! And that’s mine!”

(He tries to grab his journal, but the substitute SLAPS him. The entire class has gone silent by now.)

Substitute: *with a smug smile* “It’s mine now. This is what happens to students who don’t do their work.”

(The substitute tears a handful of pages out of the journal and rips them to shreads. Classmate #1 ROARS, LEAPS FROM HIS DESK, AND PUNCHES THE SUBSTITUTE IN THE STOMACH AND IN THE FACE. The substitute backs away, one hand on her stomach, and another on her face.)


(The substitute runs from the room, and Classmate #1 kneels on the floor, and starts to cry. A few of us, myself included, try to comfort him. A few minutes later, the substitute returns, with an administrator in tow. She points at Classmate #1)

Substitute: “That’s him! He refused to do his work, swore at me, and assaulted me!”

Administrator: “[Classmate #1], is this true?”

(Classmate #1 is still crying, so I speak up.)

Me: “No. No it’s not. [Classmate #1] did his work, but Ms. [Substitute] wouldn’t accept it, and she slapped him and tore up his journal when he tried to write in it.”

(The rest of the class speaks up, against the substitute.)

Substitute: “YOU LYING-”

Classmate #2: “I recorded the whole thing!”

(The substitute goes pale, and the administrator reviews the recording. He orders the substitute to the office, and asks Classmate #1 if he’d like to go to the nurse. They all leave, and we don’t see Classmate #1 until next class, when thanks us for standing up for him. We later learn that the substitute was banned from ever teaching in a school again!)

Unfiltered Story #67004

USA | Unfiltered | November 14, 2015

(I am ringing up a customer who only has a few items. Before I get too far into the transaction, I start asking him the standard questions that we are required to ask.)

Me: “Do you have a rewards card with us?”

Customer: [Very loudly, very close to my face] “EXCUSE me?”

Me: [Slowing down my speech a bit, thinking he didn’t hear me] “Do you have a rewards card with us?”

(The customer starts yelling at me very loudly in Spanish. While I can speak a little bit of Spanish, I cannot make out anything that he is saying because of how quickly he is speaking. I finish out his transaction and press the ‘total’ button.)

Me: “Okay…your total comes to [total].”

Customer: “Okay.”

(The customer slides his card, pays for his items, and leaves, seemingly happy.)

Unfiltered Story #27915

USA | Unfiltered | November 14, 2015

Was about 18 or 19. I was going through my punk rock phase, rocking a spikey leather jacket, but I’m not a hooligan by any definition of the term.
I’m standing outside a dressing room waiting for my mother who is trying on different outfits to wear to my sister’s memorial service.

None of us are feeling particularly chipper.


Me: *smile and nod*

Man: Jesus is the answer you are searching for, Son.

Me: I really wasn’t searching for anything more than a pair of slacks for my mother.

Man: Well if you were MY son I wouldn’t let you leave the house looking like that.

He then jabs me in the chest.

*my mom has heard the entire interaction from inside the dressing room. My sister just died, all bets are off.*

Mom: If you were his father we would kill you in your sleep AND SWALLOW YOUR SOUL! Now run along outside and play a game of hide and go f#ck yourself before I break you.

Me: Did you just make an Evil Dead 2 reference?

Mom: I don’t know, but I’m sad and I’m pissed and it felt right.

It just came out.

I shared the best hug of my life with my mom that day.

No idea what happened to Mr. Jerkface.

He kinda just wandered away after we stopped paying attention to him.

Unfiltered Story #47615

Ca | Unfiltered | November 14, 2015

My brother and I are doing hw at the kitchen table together. This was a few years ago.

Brother: What are you doing?

Me: Copying a friend’s hw, I needed some help with this one.

Brother: I wish I had friends.

Unfiltered Story #56642

Florida | Unfiltered | November 13, 2015

(I’m at Disneyland with my parents they let me loose for a minute, and I decided to hit downtown disney and I spotted a chocolate shop. I picked up a candy bar and headed to the checkout.)

Me: (Note, I’m 11 at this point in time.) “One chocolate caramel bar please!”

Cashier: Where are your parents?(Note: Parents are next door.)

Me: oh they aren’t here right now…

Cashier: (Cutting me off) “Oh my god it’s people like your parents that ruin this place, letting these heathens loose to run amok around the park! And you should know you need an adult to buy candy! Well you would if you weren’t raised by idiots.”

(A women walks over to me from the display next to the register)

Women: Jimmy! (Note: not my name) “There you are! I’m so sorry we got separated in th crowd. Let me pay for that candy bar!”

(My “mom” paid for the candy bar and took me to the exit. I thanked her a bunch and gave her half of the bar. I had a wonderful rest of the day.)

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