Unfiltered Story #47659

Australia | Unfiltered | December 28, 2015

(I am trying to read a story to my three-year-old, who is waving around a plastic dinosaur.)

Me: Sweetheart, please put down the pterodactyl, it could poke someone in the eye. He can sit on the couch with us too.

Daughter: No he can’t, he hasn’t got a bottom!

Unfiltered Story #56684

USA | Unfiltered | December 28, 2015

*I am going through line at a popular retail chain, the cashier has had to repeat things for the woman in front of me several times. The other woman leaves and I move forward.*

Cashier: (heaving a big sigh) I am so glad you speak English. I’m so tired of repeating everything and not being understood. You know I get that it’s hard to learn a new language and all but it sure makes my job more difficult. (she goes on like this for a bit longer before I have a chance to say anything)

Me: (With my best apologetic look) No hablo Ingles.

Cashier: (with a shocked and exasperated expression) Seriously?

Me: (finally smiling) No.

(In reality English is the only language I know fluently and I’m pretty sure I used the wrong phrasing but it still scared her a bit)

Unfiltered Story #32231

Fairfax, VA, USA | Unfiltered | December 27, 2015

(I have just performed in my school’s Holiday concert, where me and a few select others sang ‘Santa Baby’, which was a big hit with the audience. I am at the reception after the concert, which is in the cafeteria. An old man is helping out, and is standing behind the table where I am getting food.)

Old man: Hey, good job tonight!

(I don’t know him, so I just assume its something he’s saying to everyone.)

Me: Thank you! (Becomes busy with the massive amounts of sweets in front of me.)

Old man: Santa baby, right?

Me: Yeah.

Old man: (Smiles)

Me…..

Me: (Piles my plate with cookies then leaves.)

Unfiltered Story #67047

Georgia | Unfiltered | December 27, 2015

(it’s 9 days before Christmas, I am working the service desk (alone) in a large retail Supercenter, I have a line of customers waiting when the phone rings, I excuse myself from the customer I am currently helping and answer the phone.)

Me: “(store name), Service desk, how may I help you?”

Older-sounding lady: Yes, I have a receipt here, and I hope you have an adding machine.”

Me: I have a calculator, what seems to be the problem?

Customer: I’m going to read you off the items and then the prices, then the voids.

Me: Maybe it would be better if you brought the receipt in, and I’ll see what I can do to help you?

Customer: Oh I can’t bring it in tonight, I just keep my receipts a few days and go over them, I just can’t find my adding machine.

Me: So there isn’t anything wrong that you know of? You just need a calculator?

Customer: Yes, that’s right.

Me: I’m sorry ma’am, I have a line of five customers and it is getting longer as we speak, I’m not going to be able to do that right now.

Customer: Well, could you call me back?

Me: I’m sorry ma’am, I’m not going to be able to do that, I have been busy all night and don’t see that changing anytime soon.

Customer: (disappointed, but fairly reasonable sounding) oh, I guess I will have to find another way then…have a good night.

Me: You too ma’am

(hang up, and headdesk)

Unfiltered Story #27960

Richmond, VA | Unfiltered | December 27, 2015

(I was the Not so Friendly one in this situation. For a time my father decided he was Mormon. During that time he would have some Mormon fellows that would come over and talk about lessons with him. I have never been religious and after going to his church only once I decided never to go back again due to the men being extremely sexist. They refused to acknowledge my existence because I wore dress slacks to their church and women should only wear dresses or skirts. One day the Mormon fellows came to the house shortly before I woke up. I wore a tank top and shorts to sleep.)

Me: *Wanders into kitchen groggy, searching for breakfast*

Mormon #1: Please do not wander about so scandalously dressed!

Me: *Freezes and slowly turns to stare at the three men at the table, not having realized they were there* I’m in my own house, I just woke up, and you have the audacity to tell me how I should dress, in my own house?

Mormon #2: Women should not walk around so carelessly dressed! Showing off so much skin is sinful and tempting behavior.

(This is not the first time these same ones have come at me for my dress. They almost always said something rude about my ‘daring to wear pants’ or ‘showing off my shoulders’. I had finally had enough.)

Me: If it was up to me you would never set foot in this house. I tolerate it because it’s my Dad’s choice to practice your faith. Back off.

Mormon #1: A women has no right to tell a man what he can or can’t do in another man’s house!

Me: I can tell you whatever the f*** I want. I do not believe in your religion, which I feel is pretty horribly sexist. Now leave me the f*** alone so I can eat my breakfast.

Mormon #1: *to my Father* Your daughter is very rude and you should discipline her for speaking in such a manner in front of men!

Me: *Poking my head out of the kitchen where I went to fix a bagel* You lay a finger on me and I will break your arm.

Mormon #2: Did that girl just threaten her own father?! What blasphemy! *to my Father* It is your right to punish her for acting so shamefully!

Me: *Storming into the room, slamming my hands on the table, and leaning close to their faces* I will do it. I don’t make threats. I don’t take s***. I am my own person and I’ll be d***ed before I ever let some man try and act like I am property! I know that you just urged my father to beat me, and I would never let him or any man lay a hand on me! I am not like other meek women who will just do as told because ‘You’re a man’. Before he found your religion my father raised me to think for myself and to never let a man rule me or my life. That’s how I was raised, and that’s the father I will listen to. Not the man your religion is making him if he thinks anything like you!

(I grabbed my bagel and went back to my room leaving them in stunned silence. My Dad who had been quiet through the whole thing later asked me not to come out when they were around. The next time those same Mormons came to the house they asked my Dad if he had properly punished “the shameful one”. My Dad slammed the door in their faces after telling them he would never tolerate someone speaking of his daughter that way. He came and thanked me because he realized he was changing due to that outburst and hugged me begging forgiveness. It made him realize he was becoming the very thing he always warned me about. He never went back to their church again.)

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