Unfiltered Story #56890

Unfiltered | July 20, 2016

(I’m at the pharmacy of a different branch of the same superstore I usually go to. When I’m handed my prescription, I request a non-childproof cap, and am given a waiver to sign. Having done this before at my usual branch, I go to sign in the indicated area.)

Pharmacist: No, not there. I fill out the top part.

(He points to the bottom part, indicating for me to sign there instead. Confused, I read over the waver to see if this branch uses different ones. They don’t–the top part is signed by the patient to get the non-childproof caps, the bottom part is to be signed at a later point if the patient wishes to receive the safe caps again.)

Me: No, the bottom part is for if I decide if I want the childproof caps again.

(He looks confused, so I elaborate further.)

Me: *points to where it says that the signed is requesting non-childproof caps* This part is where I sign to say that I don’t want the childproof caps. *points to bottom part where it says that the signed is revoking the request* This is basically saying “I’ve changed my mind.”

Him:….I’ve been filling out so many of these wrong.

(At least he got it. And no harm done as long as those that signed it incorrectly still got the caps they wanted.)

Unfiltered Story #67245

Unfiltered | July 20, 2016

(I work at a “members-only” Warehouse club, and our company places the Membership/Returns desk near the exit, not the entrance. I work at the One Hour Photo lab that sits where new members expect customer service counters to be. We were busy and had a line.)

Customer: I need to return these pants.

Me: Sorry, sir, this is the photo lab, If you go back out the entrance and in through the exit door, there the folks at the membership counter will be happy to help you with that.

Customer: What the Hell! I just waited in line for like 10 minutes, and when I get the the front you tell me I have to go somewhere else?!

(my supervisor stops what she was doing and drifts over to the counter prepared to offer backup)

Me: Yes, I’m sorry sir, we cannot process returns here at the photo lab. All returns are handled by the staff at Membership.

Customer: Why did they put the damn photo counter by the door?

Me: So you can drop off your order as you begin shopping and have it ready by the time you’re done.

Customer: Pretty damned retarded if you ask me. They should at least put up a sign!

(As if it had been rehersed, my supervisor and I look at each other for a moment of disbelief, then back up and behind us at the 3 foot tall letters spelling out “ONE HOUR PHOTO” and then back at the customer.)

Customer: You know what? fuck you. *storms off*

Me: No thanks, you’re not my type.

(The line of customers were stunned)

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Unfiltered Story #28154

Unfiltered | July 20, 2016

(Context: Friend 1 is organising a party through Facebook messages. As the group of 5 people message each other, Friend 1 says the party will be on Friday 19th of March. Friend 2 says she’ll be arriving back in the state that day and is excited to go. A week or two later Friend 1 amends the date to a Friday 18th March because when she originally said the date she was looking at the wrong month. We move on and choose a hotel and everyone agrees and pays the host $75 to go. When the party comes around Friend 1 sends Friend 2 a text asking her where she’ll be, and she was still in another state. Friend 1 says that she can’t pay back the money and Friend 2 gets offended at this, and then Friend 1 offers to pay half since she though they were both at fault. Friend 2 wants her full money back and suggests everyone attends to pay her back. Nothing happens for a while until…)
(Over Facebook messenger, with friends 1,2 and 3)

Friend 2: hey guys I just lost my job so I need to to pay me back

Friend 1: Okay

Friend 3: Okay. Do you want me to transfer it to your account?

Friend 2: No I don’t know how to do that

Friend 3: Okay I’ll drop it off at your house

Friend 1: I can’t really get to your house

Friend 2: Okay (Friend 3), (Friend 1) my mother can come pick it up on (date) if that’s okay.

(Friend 2 adds Me and Friend 4 to the conversation)

Me: Sorry man I don’t have any money at the moment

(Friend 2 messages me privately)

Friend 2: I’m not asking for charity because I don’t have a job, I’m asking for money that is owed to me.

Me: I’m sorry I have no money? Like I’m in exactly the same boat. Plus it’s not even my fault

Friend 2: It may be $15 for you, but it’s $75 altogether for me.

Me: I still don’t have any money

Friend 2: I’m not blaming you at all. To be honest, it was (friend 2’s) birthday, (Friend 2) should have been the one to pay for everyone to attend and stay in the hotel. It’s just unfair for her to not give me all the money back because she made the mistake of putting down the wrong date

Me: Well then if you’re not blaming me then don’t ask me for money. I went to her birthday it’s not up to me to pay other people because there was a mistake. I have no money. I can’t pay you and to be honest, even if I did I probably wouldn’t

Friend 2: wow don’t worry about it

(The next day, her mother sends a group message to Friend 1, 3 and me. Her mother had gone to Friend 1’s house to collect the money and her brother has answered, before he could say anything the mother got angry and left. The message basically says not to worry about it but it was very poor of Friend 1 not to pay Friend 2 back and ruin her holiday ect. I reply, not realising this is a group message.)

Me: Uhm… This is (my name)

Friend 2’s Mother: Yes (my name)… the message was to (friend 1)…but wanted all involved to see…that’s all

Me: whatever I don’t care

(Sue me I thought the whole thing was stupid)

Her mother:No need to be rude little girl….you’re taking to an adult here…not very intelligent are you

Me: it doesn’t really involve me though

Her mother: Wow…not very smart are you…you were on that party weren’t you? Don’t message me anymore

Me: I was at the party. It’s not my fault another guest and the host had a miscommunication. This doesn’t involve me. Plus your daughter is the only one who got the date wrong, so maybe I’m smarter than her

Her mother: OMG….this was only FYI..and obviously you don’t have your facts right…the date was wrong but the day was right. Anyway why am I trying to explain….the message was fyi only…so don’t worry about it…go away now…thank you

(Classy. )

(For reference Friend 1,3, 4 and I are 18 and Friend 2 is 20.)

Unfiltered Story #47856

Unfiltered | July 19, 2016

(My mother gets some crazy idea to shave her kids’ heads bald at the age of five. This was our reactions when she showed us the mirror:)

Older Sister: *cries in horror*

Younger Brother: *looks mad* “…I don’t like it.”

Me: “Give me my hair back!” *takes cuttings and puts it back on my head*

(And yes, my sister and I had to go to kindergarten like that. Neither of us have ever completely forgiven her for that.)

Unfiltered Story #32424

Unfiltered | July 19, 2016

I was a first-year teacher, and also a first-time father with a son entering his “terrible twos”. Between lesson planning, grading assignments, a new house, and helping deal with our son, I wasn’t getting much sleep, and wasn’t always getting all my work done. One Monday morning, I told the class that I hadn’t yet graded the tests I’d given them the previous Friday; I just didn’t have time.

One student started going off on me, saying that the students are always expected to get everything done, on time, but if a teacher doesn’t do what they’re supposed to do, it’s okay. And he didn’t stop. He kept going on and on about responsibility and obligations, and even though I knew he was right, he was being obnoxious about it and I just didn’t have it in me to deal with it at that point, so I lost it. I told him that we all have times when things aren’t going well, and if you don’t know what someone else is going through, then you should just SHUT THE F*** UP! I was shouting quite loudly by the end, then it was totally silent.

I stepped outside (my classroom was a portable in the parking lot) and stood for a while, enjoying the lightly falling snow, and contemplating my impending change of career. Or at the very least, the stern reprimand I would get following the inevitable phone calls to the program director.

After a few minutes, I stepped back inside and apologized to the class for my outburst and use of inappropriate language, and also to the student for yelling at him. He in turn apologized for going off on me. Then we proceeded with the lesson.

The phone calls never came. In fact, some other students told me later that he’s always been like that, and they’ve been waiting years for some teacher to put him in his place, and I was that teacher. As far as they were concerned, I was some kind of hero. Obviously I wasn’t, but it was strange to think that I gained some respect from my students by doing something completely wrong, inappropriate, and unprofessional.