Unfiltered Story #28082

Unfiltered | April 28, 2016

(My small state college remodeled their cafeteria about a year before this happened. All the tables were “upgraded” to smaller, wobblier tables, including these tall, spindly cafe tables with less surface area than some of the classroom desks. For reasons unknown, some of my friends just LOVE these cafe tables. On this occasion, two friends and I are trying to find seating for us and a few other people who went through different food lines.)

Friend #1: How about we sit here? *points to the nearest cafe table*

Me: Are you sure we’re all gonna fit?

Friend #2: it looks like the next table’s about to leave, so we can pull that one over.

Friend #1: *drags over two more tall chairs* And we’ve got seats!

Me: Okay… Wait, didn’t you say earlier that [Friend #3] was sitting with us, too?

Friend #1: Yeah…?

Me: *points to a guy in a wheelchair, at the soda fountains* THAT [Friend #3’s Name]?

Friend #2: *points across the room* Hey, look, that big table’s free now!

Unfiltered Story #56806

Unfiltered | April 28, 2016

I’m 22 years old and I was buying a 12 rated DVD (you have to be 12 years old to buy). I am short and I get asked for ID regularly but I have facial piercings, tattoos and I am clearly not younger than 12.

Cashier 1: Do you have any ID?

Me: No I left it at home.

Cashier 1: How old are you?

Me: I’m 22, you didn’t seriously think I was under 12 did you?

Cashier 2 laughed while cashier 1 scanned the DVD for me, which I paid for with my debit card (another thing 12-year-olds don’t have).

Unfiltered Story #18430

Unfiltered | April 28, 2016

(When I was about 4 years old, my parents took my brother and me a to an unfamiliar park that was an hour or so away from where we lived. We wanted to do something special and affordable because it a weekday holiday and my dad didn’t have to work. We had packed a picnic and spent the day playing and spending time together.)

Me: I want to go play on that slide. It’s Mother Goose’s shoe.

Mom: No, there are some older kids over there that have been mean to the little ones.

(I managed to sneak off as kids often do while my mom was preoccupied with my brother. I was grabbed by a man who tried to leave with me. An unknown woman who was present with group of school children walked up to the man and me.)

Woman: (grabs my hand) Excuse me, but I will take her back to her parents. (The man ran off.)

(I fully believe this woman saved my life. She didn’t have to confront him but she did. She took me back to my parents and left before we could properly thank her. I don’t know who she is. I wish I could thank her in person.)

Unfiltered Story #47775

Unfiltered | April 27, 2016

(Background: My 14 year old brother is currently obsessed with ‘that’s what she said’ jokes and is driving our mother to distraction.

I was reorganising my room to put in an old armchair from downstairs and I had refused any help because I knew exactly how I wanted it. I was finally done and dragged the chair upstairs.)

Mum: You sure you don’t want any help?

Me: No thanks. (she stands there wincing and making worried noises as I try and get up the stairs with the armchair) Seriously, I’m fine. Go away.(she laughs and leaves.) (I get the chair up onto the landing only to find I couldn’t get it through my door.)

Me: Mum, it won’t fit through the door. (mum comes up and looks at it.)

Mum: after all that? I’m sure it will.

(between us we manage to get the chair through the door and Mum pokes her tongue out at me and starts doing a victory dance.)

Mum: *very sarcastically* Oh, won’t it fit, darling?

Me: That’s what he said.

Mum: Oh, no!

(dashes back downstairs while my brother high fives me).

Unfiltered Story #28081

Unfiltered | April 27, 2016

(My family brought a bunch of solar powered lights you stick into the ground for our front yard. However as a majority have been stolen or broken we’re put the remainder in a box on our front veranda. Our front yard is also not fenced in in any way and the box is placed such that it’s right by the house. I’m female, and talking with my mother in a room with a view of the front yard when this happens…)

Me: And that’s why – HEY!

(I race for the front door and throw it open, catching the man halfway down our stairs with the box of lights in his hands by surprise. I give chase and he drops it, breaking most of the remaining lights)

Me: What are you doing? Those are ours!

Man: I thought they were for anyone!

Me: …Seriously?

(Mum and I had no real way to hold him and didn’t think it was worth calling the police for a few lights he didn’t steal, not after the scare I gave him. He’s just lucky my father wasn’t home – he’s a cop!)