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Unfiltered Story #67037

Unfiltered | December 17, 2015

(I work in a rehearsal and recording studio, we take most of our bookings over the phone.)

Me: “Hello [company name] [my name] speaking.

Caller: “Yeah, I’d like to book a slot.”

Me: “OK, for when?”

Caller: “Next week.”

Me: “When next week?”

Caller: “Thursday.”

Me: “When on Thursday? We only have our smallest room available in the evening.”

Caller: “Yeah, um, evening, have you only got the smallest room?”

Me: “Yes, only the smallest, or our hall which is more expensive.”

Caller: “Ok…. yeah… smallest room.”

Me: “Will that be 7 ’til 10?”

Caller: “Yeah, bye!”

Me: “Wait, what’s the band name?!”

Caller: “Oh, it’s [band name]”

Me: “Ok, that’s all booked in for you, thanks, bye!”

Caller: “Bye!”

(phone rings a minute or so later)

Me: “Hello [company name] [my name] speaking.”

Caller: “Hi, I just phoned you I’m from [band name] and I wanted to check that I booked in for next week not this week.”

Me: “Yes, you booked in next week, the 12th.”

Caller: “Ok, so next Thursday?”

Me: “Yes, next Thursday, the 12th, 7 ’til 10.”

Caller: “Ok, next week. Bye!”

(Too many phonecalls are like this!)

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Unfiltered Story #32222

Unfiltered | December 17, 2015

This was the first time I had ever lived in a dorm at my university. I was placed in an apartment which I shared with three other girls, but we each had our own rooms. I was the only one without a boyfriend at the time and the girls’ boyfriend visited often and sometimes spent the night. I woke up one night to use the shared bathroom. I opened my bedroom door to find a man in his underwear standing in front of the fridge with the door open. He looked up at me and we made eye contact.

Me: “… good morning…”

Guy: “uhh… good morning?”

He turned around and walked back into my roommates room. Thankfully, this did not happen again… with that particular guy.

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Unfiltered Story #27950

Unfiltered | December 17, 2015

(We were talking about the recent Metal Gear Solid V: Phantom Pain video game. For the unfamiliar, the main character’s ‘name’ is Punished Snake.)

Friend #1: Dude, have you look at Big Boss’s fine butt? The engine is awesome, man; it certainly looks mighty fine.

Me: Indeed. Our Mr. S certainly have a nice S.

Friend #2: Couldn’t agree more. I could eat that bacon whole even when it’s wrinkled and old.

Me: I know, right? Butt, there’s one thing about him that I can’t seem to put behind.

Friend #2: Rear-lly? What’s that?

Me: Where does he kept all that arsenal without a visible backpack? He can’t be carrying an invisible trunk, right? Because I’m sure a trunk full of grenades, bullets, and fulton balloons would really stick out.

Friend #1: Oh please you two, get yourself a private session and leave your jokes behind! I’m eating a meat bun, and I almost choked, you know?

Me: Says the pot to the kettle…

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Unfiltered Story #47648

Unfiltered | December 17, 2015

(I am calling my mother to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. We talk about this and that until the subject of my pet cat comes around.)

Mom: Is your cat still being an annoying jerk?

Me: Yes, anytime I’m asleep is apparently playtime. It’s like, I love him, but I also want to strangle him all the time.

Mom: Yes, well, that’s motherhood for you.

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Unfiltered Story #27949

Unfiltered | December 16, 2015

I’m walking back up to home after getting something to eat from down the street. Where I live there’s a little area with restaurants and a small grocery shop, and there’s a roundabout nearby that. No one is allowed to park in the roundabouts, for obvious reasons, but I see a black Jeep doing just that.

I’ve seen this guy before. I decide to take a picture of the Jeep and the liscense plate. I don’t think there’s anyone inside, but it’s already evening, and the Jeep’s Windows are tinted darkly. NOTE: I live by a campus.

Man in the Jeep: *has an Australian accent* What’s the problem?! I’m just trying to kiss my wife!

Me: *calmly* It’s just that this isn’t a parking space.

Man: I don’t see a red line!

Me: Doesn’t matter. It’s not a parking space.

Man: What are you, the Student Police?

I scoff at his last remark and just walk off. I’ve told others about this, and they said I did the right thing. I’m thinking of showing the picture of his Jeep I took to someone who works on campus and has a say in these things. It just really annoys me that people can be so rude and ignorant, but it also helps me treasure the people who aren’t like this. Sometimes negative interactions with people can help you really enjoy positive ones.

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