Unfiltered Story #47890

Unfiltered | August 31, 2016

(I’m playing Legos with my little brother. I love to tease my brother, and he hates it.)

Me: “Ok, so these are my pieces, and these are your pieces. Ok?”

Brother: *eyes piece that’s shaped like a skeleton* “Why am I that guy? I don’t like him!”

Me: “Tough. He’s your piece!”

(We continue assembling our buildings. My brother ignores the skeleton piece, so when he’s not looking, I quietly slip it into his building. When we finish, he looks inside his building and sees it there.)

Brother: “…”

Me: *acting surprised* “Oh! I wonder how that got there? I guess he really wants to be yours!”

Brother: *takes it out and flings it across the room behind the couch* “No!”

Unfiltered Story #28164

Unfiltered | August 31, 2016

I walk into the gas station to pay for my gas. I have to walk all the way across the store to reach the register. Finally, I reach the counter. The cashier is of a different ethnicity and is sort of difficult to understand.

Cashier: You walk like a farmer

Me: ……….pardon?

Cashier: You walk like a farmer

Me: ……………………….uh………..oh.

(pays and leaves)

Unfiltered Story #18540

Unfiltered | August 31, 2016

I had just got my licence late, at 27, because I always feared driving. I was going to a job interview in Worcester, MA ( good two hour drive) when I learned my abusive roommate had decided NOT to pay the insurance so I COULD job hunt. (He bought a new video game instead).

So I have about 30 minutes outside Worcester when a police officer runs my plates. Now, in MA, if you lose insurance and don’t catch up, you lose your registration. SO I was pulled over and my car was towed into West Boyleston.

The tower gave me a ride there, but I was otherwise stranded with no money. I was pacing between a Dunkin Donuts and a small diner, stressed out of my mind as I could not get ahold of my room mate or any friends.

Near tears, since I am Anthrophic and in a strange area, and never had this happen before,, I sat down in the diner and asked for a water. The waitress asked me what was wrong and I explained while my stomach growled loudly.

10 minutes later, she came out with a plate of pancakes, hashbrowns, & sausage, and a can of cola, on the house.

That helped make the 6 hour wait until one of my friends turned their phone on so much easier!

Unfiltered Story #32465

Unfiltered | August 31, 2016

I have just started at this school as a Freshman it was halfway through my first semester. I was just walking to the student center when a random guy tries to get my attention.

Guy: Hey (Not my name) what did we do in class today?

Me: Excuse me?

Guy: You know in (Advance Science) course? We were lab partners last year in Chemistry.

Me: Uhh…I think you’re looking for someone else. I’m a Freshman,

The guy looks at me closely and turns red.

Guy: Sorry, I thought you were her. You two have the same look, except for the glasses.

Unfiltered Story #67283

Unfiltered | August 31, 2016

(It’s Memorial Day, and while making the schedules, my manager assumed it would be slow in the mid afternoon, and had me as the only cashier between 3 and 5. Around 4, a guest arrives at my register with several shirts on sale for half off. I begin to do her transaction.)

Me: Hi ma’am, how are you doing today? Find everything all right?

Guest: Yes, I did, thanks. All of this is half off.

Me: Yes ma’am. All of our college merchandise is on sale. Did you see the Gator rainboots we have back there? The last pair. I wish they would fit me, I’d have bought them ages ago.

Guest: Oh, yeah. They were pretty cute.

Me: (realizing that the last shirt is missing a tag) Uh-oh, looks like I’m missing a barcode here. Let me call retail up here so they can look for the code (I page retail, but no response. I call the retail manager’s office) Hey, I need a SKU. It the women’s gator shirt (I then quickly describe the shirt to my manager, who begins to look it up, with the promise she will call back with the code). Sorry maam, shouldn’t be too long. She just has to find a code for me to punch in.

Guest: Cant you just scan another shirt again and use that price?

Me: Unfortunately not maam. Without it’s code, I have no way to know the price. And even if I did scan a similarly priced item, our inventory would show that we had a shirt we no longer do, because we sent it home with you claiming you bought something else.

Guest: Well that’s ridiculous. It’s half off. What more information do you need?

(At this point, I have a fairly long line, and it grows continuously as this woman rants about how disorganized and unhelpful I am.)

Me: Ma’am, I’m very sorry about any inconvenience. Unfortunately, at this point, I can’t do anything until my manager calls back with code. If you wouldn’t mind waiting here, I have to move to the second register to help the next few guests. Ill be back as soon as she calls with the code.

(The woman snorts, and I move to a new register to try and bring the line down. In about five minutes, I go through about 3 transactions, throughout all of which I am yelled at for being the only cashier. Soon enough, my manager calls with the code, and I return to the original guest.)

Me: Ok, ma’am. Your total is xx.xx. once again, sorry about theb inconvenience.

(Thr guest throws her credit card at me, and is silent for the rest of the transaction, until…)

Guest: this is f****** ridiculous. F*** you. (Storms off).