Unfiltered Story #32240

Unfiltered | January 8, 2016

(It’s my sophomore year and I’m in gym class with my best friend at the time and 2 other classmates. My best friend is a mother hen type.)

Me: So I’m getting my wisdom teeth out [Day] so I’ll be using a whole day of classes.

Classmate 1: When I got my wisdom teeth out, everything went great until a few weeks later. I got dry socket.

(I raise an eyebrow while my best friend looks horrified.)

Me: I see.

Classmate 2: My surgery went fine. But once I came out of the anesthesia, the doctor asked if I needed help walking out. I told him I had been walking for years and tried to stand up but my legs collapsed from under me. They had to carry me out.

(My surgery went fine but my best friend was in panic mode until I got back from the procedure, just fine.)

Unfiltered Story #67059

Unfiltered | January 8, 2016

(It’s wintertime and I’m cashiering close to the exit of our store. Right before the exit are plenty of bags of tube sand that we sell. Customers generally buy it for traction for when it snows. Usually, they say how much they want to buy, pay for it and then pick them up).

Me: Hi. What can I do for you?

Customer: Yes. I’d like to buy some sand (as he points to the ones near the door).

Me: Oh. The tube sand? Sure.

(Before I can ask anything else the gentleman starts walking toward to sand).

Customer: How much do they weigh?

Me: 60 lbs each bag.

Customer: Okay (as he heads back toward the register). Can I get someone to help me carry these out?

(I page a coworker for assistance).

Me: Alright. I’ve just paged someone. So they should be here soon to help you out. How many bags would you like? (I prepare to type the quantity into my register).

Customer: Umm…I’ll get a few.

Me: Okay. Define a few.

Customer: Uh. 7 or 8.

Me: …I need an exact number.

Customer: …8.

Me: Okay. You’re total for that is $33.28.


About 5 minutes later the same guy comes back to my line. When it’s his turn to check out, he looks at the the associate that helped him load the batch of tube sand earlier. My associate gestures 4 fingers to me and I ring the gentleman out once again but for 4 bags this time. I’m still wondering why couldn’t tell me the number himself.

Unfiltered Story #27971

Unfiltered | January 7, 2016

(I am driving home around 9pm at night. I’m tired after a long shift dealing with rude people. At a stoplight, I’m in the left lane, behind a white sedan. In the right lane, level with the sedan, is a black SUV, with other cars behind it. When the light turns green, the sedan doesn’t move. I, and several others behind me, honk, and it moves on. As I’m driving down the road, the SUV pulls level with me.)

SUV: “Be chill!”

(I glance over, startled, to see a man leaning out the window, trying to talk to me through the open windows. I speed up a bit and pull ahead. He keeps pace with me, and pulls forward again.)

SUV: “Have patience!”

(I’m getting a little freaked out right now. He continues to keep pace with me, although he doesn’t attempt anymore conversation. We reach my turn, and I pull left into the turn lane. The sedan continues in the left lane and merrily goes its way. The SUV switches to the left lane, so he is once again next to me, and tries to talk to me one more time.)

SUV: “Hey…!” *continues straight, cutting off his words*

(I get the green light, and continue home. While I’ve had some people act aggressively towards me now and again on the road, this is the first time I’ve seen passive-aggressive road rage. And again, he was in the other lane, with other people behind him. Why he felt the need to talk to me, I’ve no clue!)

Unfiltered Story #56693

Unfiltered | January 7, 2016

(My brother and I go to a [popular fast-food chain] for lunch one day. The place is rather empty. We place our orders and asked to sit at a booth until it was ready. We got our milkshakes and drinks pretty quickly but it was about 15 minutes before we got the rest of our order. We weren’t in any hurry so it didn’t really bother us. After we got our order, we started to eat but then the manager came to our table).

Manager: “Excuse me for a minute, but I would like to apologize for it taking so long. Normally we have food out within a few minutes. Since you had to wait so long, I would like to refund your meal.”

Me: *stunned* “Oh, no really, it’s fine, we weren’t in any hurry, a refund’s not necessary.”

Manager: “Please allow me to refund you anyway, it’s an issue for me when our service isn’t prompt. Our new employee was in back talking and there was no excuse for this. We don’t mind and you’re getting a free meal out of it”.

(I ended up getting the refund after all. It’s wonderful to know that there are people who truly care about the quality of the service!)

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Unfiltered Story #47668

Unfiltered | January 7, 2016

(We are having chicken parts for dinner.)

Mom: Do you want light meat or dark meat?

Me: I can never tell the difference; which is bigger?

Mom: Breasts are always bigger. Unless they’re mine.

(Everyone stares in shock, as our mother is not usually so blunt. She’s right, however; she is rather flat-chested.)