Unfiltered Story #32587

Unfiltered | January 1, 2017

(I’m in history class and my teacher is teaching us the difference between older rifles and more modern ones. He happens to be the football coach and he has one of his players come up to do a demonstration)

Teacher: “Okay, I’m going to throw the ball to you.” *He throws the ball to the player, who catches it.* “Now I need you to throw it back to me.”

Player: *Throws the ball, hitting one of the lights and nearly breaking it.*

Teacher: I don’t think I’ve ever had a more perfect representation of how bad these guns were. And how bad our football team is.

Unfiltered Story #67404

Unfiltered | January 1, 2017

(The store I work at has a rewards program where they earn points/cash for shopping there. These points are redeemed to get discounts on their purchase. We are only able to look their account up with phone number, email, or their rewards card)

Me: *rings items, hits total* “can I have your phone number please?

Customer: “look it up with my last name”

Me: “I’m sorry, I can’t look it up that way”

Customer: “yes you can”

Me: “no I can’t”

Customer: “yes you can I do it all the time”

Me: “ma’am I’m sorry we only look it up with phone number, email or rewards-”

(She cuts me off)

Customer: “you’re being really rude and ignorant, what’s your name I’m reporting you to a manager!”

Me: “my name is [name] and actually my manager is right there”

Manager: “what’s wrong?”

Me: “she wants me to look up her rewards with her last name and I told her we can’t”

Manager: “yeah we don’t look it up that way”

Customer: “yes you do! I’ve always had it looked up that way to buy Christmas gifts for my son! But she’s (me) being very rude and b*tchy to me!”

Me: “I apologize if I came off that way, I didn’t mean it whatsoever, can I try to look up an email for you?”

Customer: “no I don’t even care anymore I just want my stuff and to get out of here”

Me: “do you get emails from us? your rewards number might be listed on the email”

Customer: “I don’t even HAVE an email!”

Me: “in order to be in our rewards you would have to have an email so I apologize but you’re probably confusing us with a different store”

(At this point she had paid and I had to go to another department to relieve another cashier for a break, while this cashier was on break my manager comes over to talk to me about the customer)

Me: “so what did she say after I left?”

Manager: “that you were just rude, but she was retarded anyways”

Unfiltered Story #47977

Unfiltered | January 1, 2017

(My brother was downloading music and he asked me a question)

Brother- where do the songs i download go?

Me-To downloads

Brother- Are you sure?

Unfiltered Story #57052

Unfiltered | January 1, 2017

Recently the receptionist/admin support person retired and the company is advertising for a new hire. The job description clearly states that strong computer skills are required. I am helping with the phones in the meantime and this happens:

ME: Thank you for calling our company, how may I help you?

WOMAN: Yes, I’m interested in applying for the receptionist/admin position but I do not know how to forward my resume.

ME: One moment please… *I transfer her to HR*

Once I see the HR person is off the phone I go see them:

ME: Dude, that woman who just called?

HR: The one that wanted to know how to forward her resume?

ME: Yes, that one. Do NOT hire them!!

HR: I know, right? If they don’t even know how to forward their resume…

ME & HR: *shaking our heads*

Unfiltered Story #28286

Unfiltered | December 31, 2016

(My friend and I sitting together in class. This was back when kids would write on each other’s notebooks all the time. My friend’s notebook is laying there, so I take my pen and begin to write on it.)

Friend: “What are you doing?!”

Me: “Um, writing you a note?”

Friend: *snatching it* “Never do that, ever again!”

(I was confused because I had done this before and she didn’t complain then. And she had done it to mine.)

Me: “Uh, sorry…”

Friend: *reading* “And what is this? ‘HITHER.’ What the h*** does that mean?!”

Me: “It was ‘Hi There’. But you didn’t let me finish.”

Friend: *glaring*

Me: “Um…can I–?”

(She grabs her stuff and leaves. Next semester, I was glad when we didn’t have any classes together if she was going to be a b*tch. I made new friends that didn’t care if I wrote on their books.)