Unfiltered Story #56743

Way Rural Arizona | Unfiltered | February 26, 2016

I was in a long line at a local chain store when the clerk got into an argument with the person in front of me:

Clerk: “I can only accept exact change or cards”,

Customer: “But I only have a $50!”

Clerk: “Too many of you came in today, I don’t have any change (note that the major employer in the area issued a bonus that day).

Customer: “But I haven’t deposited yet, so I only have cash”

Clerk: “Sorry, can’t help you.”

Customer: “But it’s only $3.”

Clerk: “I don’t have any singles, so I can’t help you” (No attempt to call Manager)

Customer: “Isn’t this a dollar store?”

Clerk: “They only let me keep some in my register” (again, no attempt to call Manager),

Customer: (under breath “Bi**h) “Forget it.”

Clerk (yelling after customer) “I can only keep enough in the register!”

The Manager hurries over and opens a new register. I move up in line to the arguer: “Exact change or card!” she barks.

I smile and say “card”, even though I have ten singles and two fives in my wallet. If she had said “Sorry, I can only accept…” or something like it, I would have happily given her the change, but because she treated me just like the jerk before….

Unfiltered Story #32289

San diego, California | Unfiltered | February 26, 2016

(Just recently my cousin has passed away, and he made music. My brothers and sisters were all big fans of his music (including me). At school we decided to walk through the courtyard with his music playing. We were all at the same school p, just in different grades. Well, while we were doing that, these bullies came up that we all delt with. This is what happened).

Bully #1:”such gay music, this guy has not musical talent at all!”

Bully #2:”exactly! Why don’t you guys stop playing that gay music and put some real music on!”

(At this point, i was fuming with anger, as i wanted to be a musician and my cousin inspired me to do so, until finally, i stood up to them).

Me: “I have you know, that that man that we are playing right now has inspired a lot of people, including me. And, we are playing his music to honor him, as he has just recently passed away. And he was the best cousin i. The world to me and my siblings. He has always made us laugh, and always cheered us up when we were feeling down. So if you want to come over here and make fun of our family, i can name a lot more things that make him important to a lot of people!”

(After that, they never bothered us again!)

Unfiltered Story #67108

Australia | Unfiltered | February 26, 2016

(I am on register and have just finished putting a customer’s groceries through the checkout.)

Me: That will be [this much money]. Would you like any cash out?

Customer: Yes please- $20.

(I key it in, accidentally pushing the button that states she only wants to pay $20 on her card. Noticing my mistake, I try to explain but the customer has already put her card through)

Me: Sorry, just a second. I’ve hit the wrong button…oh. I’m very sorry but I have told the machine you only wanted to pay $20 on your card. To pay the rest of your bill, you’ll need to swipe your card again.

Customer: What? Why?

Me: I made a mistake. I’m really sorry but I’ll need you to swipe your card again to finish the transaction.

Customer: But I already swiped my card. I don’t understand. Did it not go through?

(This goes on for another 5 minutes or so, with me trying to explain and the customer just not understanding.)

Customer: I’d like to talk to your manager.

Me, keeping an eye on the time because my shift is due to end: Sure, I’ll just save the transaction and walk you across to her.

(I do so, escorting the customer and her shopping across to the service desk. i briefly explain what happened to my manager, who understands immediately and begins to explain to the customer. I sneak off upstairs to sign off and, feeling embarrassed at making such a silly mistake, take my time coming back down. The customer is still at the service desk with my manager.

Manager, starting to look frazzled: Yes, as I explained to you, the girl made a mistake. You will need to swipe your card again. You have already swiped it once but now you need to swipe it again.

Customer: But I already swiped my card…

(I sneak out as quietly as I can, leaving my poor manager to handle it. The next time i come in the first thing the manager says to me is, “That customer was an idiot.” She then tells me it took half an hour of explaining to get the customer to swipe her card again)

Unfiltered Story #28020

NY, USA | Unfiltered | February 25, 2016

(I have been playing a game involving several characters battling. At one point I took a hit and died so my friend could escape, but he dies anyway, and says that I didn’t help. Later I find a video of someone doing the same thing. I send it to him, and the following conversation occurs. Note I like using capitals often)

Me: I DID THIS FOR YOU (friend). AND YOU STILL BLAME ME FOR ABANDONING YOU.

Friend: *winky face*

Me: (friend) I will make sure to intentionally leave you to die.

Friend: *sad face*

Me: YOU HAVE BROUGHT THIS UPON YOURSELF.

(I may still save him every once in a while. Probably.)

Unfiltered Story #47717

MS | Unfiltered | February 25, 2016

One afternoon while folding laundry with my eldest daughter (who was 5 at the time) we were having a fun conversation about her wanting to be an Obstetrician. The conversation turns to what happens when Mommy gets old.

Me: “Well you know, when I get old, you’ll have to take care of me and change my diapers like I changed yours.”

Daughter: “No I won’t.”

Me: “Why not?!! I changed your diapers! You have to change mine! That’s part of the deal, kiddo!”

Daughter: “Nope. I’ll be too busy being a doctor to take care of you!”

Me: *mock outrage* “Well who is going to take care of me then?”

Daughter: “I’m going to put you in a nursing home and pay someone to change your diapers!”

Me: *laughing* “Well that’s just not nice!”

Daughter: “Well changing diapers on old people isn’t nice either!”

Me: “Well, I hope [Younger daughter’s name] decides to take care of me!”

From the other room, I hear [Younger Daughter] yell, “Nope! Shipping you off to a nursing home mom!”

We all laugh and I decree, before rushing off into a tickle fight, “I have the worst kids EVAAARRRR!!!!!!”
Now, three years later, I’m still being told I’m going to the nursing home when I’m old and pooping myself.