Unfiltered Story #67307

Unfiltered | September 24, 2016

I work in a store where everything that is sold by the yard (BTY) has to be taken to a specific counter to be measured. There, the customer can then specify how much they want, get it cut and receive a yellow ‘cut slip’ so they are only charged for what they actually get. Sometimes customers do not know this have to be directed back into the store after waiting in line at the register. I am working the register this day with a fairly steady line of customers when a woman tosses a BTY spool of ribbon at me.

Me: Do you have your yellow cut slip?

Lady: No! I want the whole thing. (I can already tell by her tone she is going to be difficult but I stay cheery.)

Me: I’m sorry but I can’t ring this up without the yellow slip. You will need to take it back to the cutting counter so they can measure it.

Lady: But I want the WHOLE THING.

Me: I understand but someone else may have purchased some before you so that may not be a full spool.

Lady: (shoves spool in my face) IT STILL HAS THE TAPE ON IT!

Me: Yes, because we usually secure them so they don’t unravel when we put them back. Please take it over to the cutting counter and someone will be able to measure it for you.

The woman walks off in a huff while I radio my coworker a warning and continue checking customers out. While over there I can hear her loudly complain about my horrible customer service and she knows it has to be a full spool. When she gets back to me she is strangely quite and refuses to acknowledge me. I later checked the yellow slip and the spool was less than half full. Never got an apology. I bet she is glad I did not just charger her for the full ten yards because no one would have accepted that for return, which is why we insist all BTY products be measured.

Unfiltered Story #18543

Unfiltered | September 24, 2016

I was never the popular kid in school, and I was never that fit either. I joined a Cross Country team, as well as Rowing, which is my main passion. My teammates were not always super nice to me, and one day, I had missed practice in order to make a Rowing team meeting. When I was berated for not showing up to practice, I fired back with “At least my other teammates aren’t dicks!” Afterward, I was pretty upset, until I saw this message posted in our team’s groupchat:

Boys I didn’t think I would need to say this and a lot of you are gonna laugh at me for bringing this up, and I don’t care if you do because that’s a problem in itself. I am totally tired of how disrespectful a lot of you are to each other. I could list some examples but I don’t want to call anybody out or bring attention to them. But for real it’s disgraceful. Even one person on the team today explicitly said how he’d rather be with another group of guys because “his other teammates aren’t dicks.” And I know a lot of you are going to laugh this off and say it’s just joking around but in all honesty, there is more than one person on this team tired of it, and I’m sure more who haven’t spoken up. I brought this up with Ben last night and the truth is, it’s proven that people perform better when they are appreciated and pushed in a positive way by their teammates. Laugh at me all you want but if you want a better shot at beating (Rival School’s Team), this is one step in the right path…

After I saw that, I broke down crying because someone has finally stood up for me. I’m so glad that in a world of darkness, a few bright lights still stand out.

Unfiltered Story #56955

Unfiltered | September 24, 2016

Some years ago I had moved back to the US from an international work assignment. In order to register a motor vehicle I had to have an actual hard copy of my Social Security Card in hand; reciting the number was insufficient. Like most native born Americans I had lost my card years before and went to the SSA office to get a replacement.

The office was in a large room with over 100 people waiting who were obviously immigrants from south of the border. There were ten to 12 windows where people were being called up by number and things were going relatively smoothly – until 11:30.

Then every window closed and we were left to our own devices. I figured it would be 30 to 45 minutes before anyone returned and went back to my book,

And, surprise, surprise, I was wrong. 12:30 came and went with no sign of workers. At 12:45 I spoke to the guard who had not left and was told that things should have been reopened by then. Finally, at about 12:55, one window opened with two people behind it, but they weren’t taking any applicants. AT 1:05 I went up to the window and asked what was going on.

I have never, and I mean never, been given nastier looks then what I got from the two. I was told in no uncertain terms that everyone was at lunch and to sit back down. With no movement for another 10 minutes, I left and came back the next day when the office opened.

The contempt with which I and the other applicants was treated was enough to make me vote Republican for the next election…

Unfiltered Story #47914

Unfiltered | September 24, 2016

(My grandmother is in her 80s, but isn’t senile or hard of hearing. A few years ago my family vacationed with her and the rest of my mom’s side in a rental just off the beach. Dogs aren’t technically allowed on the sand until the month after our visit, but people still bring them out in the early morning. This conversation happened just after I came home from a dawn walk on the beach.)

Grandmother: So did you see any dogs on the beach?

Me: Yeah, lots! There were these four bloodhounds, and–

Grandmother (as if I haven’t spoken): Oh, no of course not, dogs aren’t allowed on the beach yet.

Me: Well, people still bring them this early in the morning; I saw like a dozen.

Grandmother (completely self-assured): Nope, no dogs on the beach…

(And later the rest of my extended family believed me that I’d seen dogs, but when I told them what kinds none bought that a Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever was a real breed! Who knew seeing domestic dogs on a beach could end up being treated like a tall tale…)

Unfiltered Story #28188

Unfiltered | September 24, 2016

I am shopping with my mom and my brother. My mom is looking at some limes, when she bumps into another woman and the limes on the shelf spill everywhere. The woman tries to pick too many up at a time, but she keeps dropping them.

Me: I guess you aren’t very good at….pick-up limes.

Nobody laughs except me, and my mom rushes me away as soon as the limes are put back.

I’ve been waiting my whole life to use that joke.