Unfiltered Story #107413

, , , | Unfiltered | March 20, 2018

(I just got done ringing up the order of a presumably Mexican man and on my next customer, a black woman. My guess is that she heard me struggling to understand his order due to his thick accent and got impatient.)

Customer: “He needs to learn how to speak English, especially if he wants to live here.”

Me: “Well, he ordered in English.”

Customer: “Better English.”

Unfiltered Story #107411

, , , | Unfiltered | March 19, 2018

I manage a somewhat large apartment complex. A resident moved out about 3 to 4 weeks ago, and a new resident moved in. The new resident kept receiving the previous resident’s mail and they kept returning it back to the mailman. Finally, with no forwarding address given to the post office, the post office had no choice but to return stacks and stacks of the previous resident’s mail back to the original “senders”. After about a month, the previous resident calls me and proceeds to tell me that he has not received “any” of his mail since he moved out of this apartment complex. I asked him if he had given the post office a forwarding address. His reply, “No, I thought you were going to do that?”

Unfiltered Story #107409

, , , | Unfiltered | March 19, 2018

I was working the line and a customer comes and asks ”what kind of beans are the black beans?” And as politely as possible I say “uh… Black beans?”

Unfiltered Story #107406

, , , | Unfiltered | March 19, 2018

(In our store we have two levels: downstairs for food/drink, health and beauty and cleaning products, and pstairs for household items, clothes and greeting cards. Normally I only work downstairs so only know items are upstairs, but not directly where they are. I work as a personal shopper picker so I commonly get asked where items are.)

Customer: “Excuse me, could you please tell me where [Kitchen Appliance] is?”

Me: “Of course, they’re found upstairs.”

Customer: “Thank you.”

(Without asking any more questions on the matter she walks off around the corner and I go back to working. A few moments later I overhear my coworker giving directions:)

Coworker: “…of course, ma’am, they’re upstairs. I can show you where they are if want.”

Same Customer: “No thank you, I’ll be fine.”

(My coworker turns into the same aisle I’m in so I approach him to check if he was giving directions to what I thought he was.)

Me: “Were you just saying where to find [Kitchen Appliance]?”

Coworker: “Yes I was, why?”

Me: “She just asked me the same question and I told her the exact same thing.”

Coworker: “You must just have an untrusting face then.”

(We share a quick laugh and go back to work.)


Unfiltered Story #107399

, , | Unfiltered | March 19, 2018

(We are in English class in 6th grade and have a great teacher. Here are some of the funniest things that occurred)

Now I’m not great at art. In fact, I suck at it. My teacher took one look at my drawing for a packet and he said he didn’t know what was worse. That they looked like the children of Ronald Mcdonald, there was a strange arm that appeared to belong to nobody, or none of them have legs.

He also said their pupils are huge. Are they on Illegal narcotics? So when you think you’re bad at drawing. Please remember that my teacher thought the people in my drawing were high as hell. Considering the drawing. He might have thought that I was high as hell.

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