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Unfiltered Story #28043

Unfiltered | March 20, 2016

I frequently play a touch MOBA called Vainglory. I am not very good, but I know the heroes of the game pretty well. I am playing in the cafeteria alone when two boys walk up to me.

Boy#1: Hey, do you actually know how to play that game?

Boy#2: Or are you one of those fake gamer girls?

Me: I do know how to play. I may not play well, but I can play.

Boy#2: Yeah, I bet you don’t even know what type of game it is.

Me: It’s a MOBA, multiplayer online battle arena. Do you play? What level are you?

Boy#1: I’m a level 94.

Boy#2: I’m level 96.

I smirk at this, because I know full well the max level is 20.

Me: Do you even know what game this is?

Boy#2: It doesn’t matter. You’re just trying to get boys attention by playing a video game in public.

Me: Not my intention, but it’s working, because you’re talking to me right now.

Boy#1: Look, just take it to your room or stop trying to get into a man’s world. We don’t need fake gamer girls like you here.

Me: I have every right to play this game wherever I want… You know what? I challenge both of you to a 2v2. You two against me and someone else on my team.

For the first time in the conversation, the boys look unsure of themselves.

Boy#2: You’re on a team?

Me: Yes. Are you backing out or are you in?

By this time a small crowd has gathered.

Boy#1: Of course we’re going. When?

Me: How about now? My teammate is on right now. Boot up your phone or whatever and let’s play.

The audience that has gathered gets comfortable.

Boy#2 and #1 sit down and pull out their phone awkwardly.

I see that they are fiddling around pretending but they don’t even know what game we’re playing.

Me: You guys should be disqualified anyway, but I’ll be nice. The game’s called Vainglory. Get your butts on so I can kick them.

They are embarrassed and hurriedly download the app. They are still pretty confident they’ll win, though, convinced that I have no idea how to play the game.

I tell them I’ll come back in half an hour so they can get through the tutorial. I leave and somehow when I get back a gigantic crowd has gathered and someone has brought a key to a classroom with a projector so everyone can watch.

We get in there and start the game. The teammate I choose is my brother, who is on the other side of the country and I cannot communicate with verbally. We play a full three games and each time we in under fifteen minutes, much to their embarrassment. At the end of the third game the whole room is cheering and laughing at the two boys.

Me: Next time you challenge, make sure that you know what you’re talking about. Girls were created not to do what men can do but to do what they can’t do. Video games can be considered just as much a girl’s thing as a guy’s thing. You two were just creamed by a GIRL and what’s more you two had the ability to chatter away while I had only pings to communicate with my teammate. Get out of here with your broken dignity and come back when you’ve picked up the pieces.

They left and have avoided me since, but I made LOTS of friends that day and now we have a Vainglory club at school!

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Unfiltered Story #56766

Unfiltered | March 20, 2016

(My fiancée and I aren’t the kind of people who like to complain about others. And in fact we often like giving compliments to the lowest ranking employees since we feel they’re under-appreciated, but we’ll still complain if we really feel the need to. This happens at an income tax assistance kiosk located in a very well-known worldwide retailer while my fiancée is paying for our groceries.)

Me: “Hi I was just wondering, how much do you charge for income tax service?”

Employee: “It depends, but normally we charge $120 for a regular service.”

Me: “Oh that’s pretty expensive, I usually do it at home with tax software for $30. No chance you offer a discount to Veterans?”. (I used to be in The Marines.)

Employee: *matter-of-factly* “Yes, but you’re not a Veteran.”

(I was in such shock that I thought I just happened to mishear her so I replied with…)

Me: “What?”

Employee: “You’re not a Veteran. Are you?”

Me: “Yes.”

(I felt very much discriminated against and showed her my VA card and Dog Tags but she still didn’t seem entirely convinced. I didn’t want to cause a scene so I continued to talk to her then left and told my fiancée what just happened. We then called the general manager of the store who got us the name of the employee and even the number of office she works for. Later we called the office and spoke to the manager who agreed that this was beyond insulting and promised to take care of the situation. We went back to that store about a week later and didn’t see her so we’re pretty sure she got fired.)

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Unfiltered Story #32306

Unfiltered | March 19, 2016

(We have a substitute in class that is native Chinese. She is trying to find out the ancestries of some of the Asian kids in the class.)

Teacher: “Hmm.. [student], can you speak Chinese?”

Student: “No… I’m not Chinese.”

Teacher: ‘Buy you’re last name is ‘Chang’!”

Student: “…That doesn’t mean I’m Chinese.”

Teacher: “But your last name is Chinese!”

Student: “…”

(Later)

Teacher: “So, student, is your father or mother Chinese?”

Student: “I got my last name from my dad… but I’m not Chinese.”

Teacher: “But it’s ‘Chang’!”

Student: “When my dad moved here, he changed his last name to a different spelling of [Korean last name].”

Teacher: “…so?”

Student: “I’m Korean, not Chinese.”

Teacher: “But you’re last name is ‘Chang’!”

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Unfiltered Story #18392

Unfiltered | March 19, 2016

This takes place at Fort Meade, the military base. I am in line to buy some groceries when it is my turn to pay. You must either be wearing a uniform or show your military ID and, as I am wearing street clothes, I realize I need my ID, which I have forgotten. To retrieve it would take nearly an hour, as the bus schedule is infrequent and I have no car. I am very hungry and anxious to get dinner started.

Cashier: ID please?

Me: I don’t have it with me.

Cashier: No ID, no food.

Me: I have money. Can’t you make an exception?

Cashier: I could lose my job.

Defeated, I put my things next to the bagging area and walk outside to cry. I can’t help but question why in the world you need military ID just to purchase some granola bars. A lady I have never met sees me upset and asks what is the matter.

Me: I have money, but the cashier won’t let me buy anything because I don’t have my ID.

Lady: I’ll buy your groceries for you.

Me: No, I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.

Lady: I insist.

I guide her around the store as I recollect what I wanted to purchase. As promised, she paid. I profusely thanked her and went to catch the next bus, extremely grateful for a stranger’s assistance.

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Unfiltered Story #67130

Unfiltered | March 19, 2016

(After suffering a leak from the restraunt toilets above our shop, a section of the shop is cordoned off and clearly sign posted as “Area closed for maintenance. No admittance. If you require anything from this area, please ask a member of staff to get it for you”. There is a fairly busy queue at the till with just a Christmas temp and myself at the front of store. A man walks into the shop and jumps the queue to speak to my collegue)

Customer: “I want to get into the True Crime section”

(The colleague he speaks to has a tendancy to be quite blunt and as the man looks agitated, I cut her off)

Me: “I’m sorry sir, as you can see that area is closed off”

Customer: “But the sign says ask a member of staff”

(I ask my colleague to take the details of the book that he wants and say I’ll get it if its in stock)

Colleague: “What do you want?” (I wince)

Customer: “I want to look in the True Crime section”

Me: “As you can see sir, we’ve suffered a leak and we don’t know whether its safe for customers to be in that area yet. If you’ve a particular book in mind, we can look it up on the system. If we’ve got it in I’ll get it for you. If not we can order it in”

Customer: “But I don’t know what I want yet”

Me: “I’m afraid I can’t let you go into the section sir”

Customer: “Well you should f***ing well put up a different sign then shouldn’t you!?”

*Customer storms off, stared at by every other customer in the queue*

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