Unfiltered Story #57037

Unfiltered | December 18, 2016

(I’ve been going to a particular pizza place for years now. They’re locally famous for some of their specialty pies, but because I’m usually broke and this is the one “semi-fast-food” meal I allow myself, I just get some regular slices with maybe one topping soemtimes. On this trip I happen to have a little extra and a big appetite, so I order two of their gigantic Sicilian slices, but notice something right before it’s put in for heating.)

Me: Oh, wait a second, can I see those..?

Worker: Yeah, let me guess, it’s too dark?

Me: Yeah, that crust is *really* dark.

Worker: I’m sorry, nobody’s sure why this one got so much darker than usual, and at this hour we might not make another one for just the slices; would you still like it?

Me: Yeah, just could you only heat them up a little bit so they don’t completely burn?

Worker: Of course!

(He does so, and though lukewarm, the first slice is still good. I bite into the second slice… and spot a medium-length, curly, red hair sticking out of it from under the cheese. Note that I have long, straight, brown hair. I head back up.)

Me: Uh, my man… I normally hate to complain, but there’s a hair IN the pizza.

Worker: What!? *pulls it out, looks at it* How… How did that happen!?

Me: Hey, accidents happen and–

Worker: Yeah, but no one here has hair like this! I’m so sorry, I, I don’t know how—

Me: Like I said, accidents happen. I’m just still hungry, could I get a [different, slightly more expensive specialty slice] instead of the Sicilian and I’ll pay the difference?

Worker: Of course, don’t worry about it, I won’t charge you for it.

Me: Oh, okay, thanks!

(He heats up the other piece, and it’s completely perfect, and I’ve got a huge smile on my face again. The busy rush that had been going on finally dies down, and I go up to settle up.)

Worker: I’m sorry again about all of that.

Me: Hey, look, no, stop. Every single time I’ve ever come in here, it’s been perfect. Beyond perfect, half the time I ask for like, mushrooms, and then you take and throw extra cheese and garlic sauce on it. I can deal with one off night. Here.

(I go to hand him my card, but he just waves me off.)

Worker: No, don’t worry about it.

Me: … I at the other pieces just fine and I had the soda, I wanna pay!

Worker: Really, it’s the least I can do.

Other worker: Yeah, you’re here all the time, don’t worry about it!

Me: Oh yeah!? *pulls the two dollar bills I have in my wallet out, shoves them defiantly into the tip jar* Well worry about THAT! Have a good night guys, see you soon!

(I actually felt bad about not paying them considering I *did* eat the food, but I’ll just factor the cost into extra-large tips the next few visits!)

Unfiltered Story #67392

Unfiltered | December 18, 2016

(It’s Christmas morning and my mom wanted to keep the tradition of opening presents, then going to a very popular waffle restaurant in the south. There’s my mom, my sister, my one year old niece and nephew, and I).

Waitress: Are y’all having a good Christmas so far?

My mom: Yes ma’am. How about you?

Waitress: Not necessarily. I’m in here ’til 9 tonight…

My mom: Oh no. I’m sorry.

My sister: *whispers to me* i thought she had an attitude when we first got in here but now I completely understand.

(Fast forward to us finishing up our food. My niece and nephew have made a complete mess. My Mom and I were cleaning it up. Also, the waitress has been amazingly nice despite having to work all day.)

Me: *to the waitress* Do you have a pen I could borrow?

We left her a $10 tip, and I left her a “Merry Christmas” note on a napkin. I really hope her day got better.

Unfiltered Story #18582

Unfiltered | December 18, 2016

(I am in my local grocery store shopping, and looking at the socks on a good sale, when I hear this conversation. There is an employee who has obviously finished her shift, and a man with her, pushing a trolley.)

Woman: Do you need socks honey? They’re on sale.

Man: Nah, that’s okay.

Woman: Are you sure? I think you need them.

Man: *very sweetly* It’s okay, I can get them later. You’ve had a long day, and you’re tired. Let’s just get these things and go home.

(It was something so simple, but working in retail myself, it put a huge smile on my face. What a sweetheart.)

Unfiltered Story #28273

Unfiltered | December 18, 2016

(I’m a young woman walking alone from work. My neighborhood is full of strangers, so I am nervous. To calm my anxiety, I start thinking of a funny joke while keeping an eye on the sidewalk so I don’t trip. With no warning, I hear a loud shout from very close by!)


(I jump back to see a drunken man, passed out, his hat and coat perfectly blended in with the leaves in the ground, so I didn’t even notice him until I was right by him. My body automatically jumps in fight mode, thinking he’s a mugger, but then I realize that he’s just a drunk. I ran away and took my car instead of walking from then on.)

Unfiltered Story #67391

Unfiltered | December 17, 2016

Sitting in my gas booth in the middle of winter, half way into my night shift. A very annoyed looking woman approached, and shoved her card into the tray that connects into the booth.

Customer: “I want 8 bucks on my pump!”

Me: “Alright, let me get that for you.”

The customer was a very impatient person, and for some reason was wearing a very light coat when it was snowing very heavily.

Customer: “Are you really this slow?!”

Me: “I finished up, here you are.

I was relieved to let the impatient woman go away, and so I watch as she makes her boyfriend get out of the car to start the gas. Well instead of actually getting the gas going, he pushed the nozzle in, selected his gas, and then rushed into his car without gassing up.

A moment later the woman noticed, and so jumped out of the car while shouting at her boyfriend and started up the pump. Well she had been jiggling it, and the pumps were prone to refund in the pump was jostled too harshly to prevent any leaking.

Knowing that when I refunded money back onto a card it would take a few hours I became nervous as she walked back to my window with a very angry look.

Customer: “Why isn’t it pumping?!”

Me: “You jostled the pump too much, so I had to refund it. It may take some time to get back on the card…”

Customer: “Where is my money?! I want it back on the pump right now, and I need to gas up!”

By this point she was screaming at me, and another customer was approaching my booth. I tried to calm her down, but she started cussing and stomping her feet telling me to call inside to the main store to get someone to help get her money back.

I quickly called in and talked to a customer service representative, but she was still screaming and cussing away near my microphone so I had to mute her.

When I was speaking to the represenative, I watched as she started screaming at the other customer. So when I hung up after figuring out that we couldn’t do anything to speed up sending the money back, I walked to the window and unmuted the microphone.

Customer: “So have you figured out yet?!”

I tried to get a word in, but she continued on a tirade of cussing.

Me: “Mam, you’re going to have to be quiet for a moment!”

I finally shut her up enough for me to continue.

Me: “You’re going to have to go inside, and let them help you as you are being extremely loud.”

She glared at me, and smacked the window and stomped away into her car.

After she left, the other customer who had been yelled at by her walked up.

Me: “I’m so very sorry about her…”

Customer 2: “No, don’t be. I’m sorry that you had to deal with her.”

After that, the angry customer came back later with a card given to her after screaming at people inside and put it into gas. After that she became known as one of the most angry customers we’d ever had, and we don’t talk to her except to confirm what she wanted.