Unfiltered Story #199863

, , | Unfiltered | July 3, 2020

(This took place while my mother was working as a nurse in a hospital.)

Mom; “Alright Mrs. [Patient], it’s time to take your meds!”

Patient; *Turns to I.V pole and begins speaking to it* “Hah, you hear that? She wants me to take that poison? She’s crazy!”

Unfiltered Story #199861

, , | Unfiltered | July 3, 2020

I am a librarian for my local public library, and I usually work behind the information desk. We’ve just opened that morning, and since I’m not getting too many people coming up to me, I walk around the library to see who needs help. Spoiler: You’d be amazed how many people not only ask for computer help, but expect us to write their documents for them. I’m walking around the computers when this woman asks for me.

Woman: Hey! Can you help me?
Me: Sure. With what?
She points to her screen. She’s taking some kind of test.
Woman: Do you know which of these is the right answer?
Me: No, ma’m. I’m afraid not off the top of my head. You need to take your own test.
Woman: It says anger and stress can cause a heart attack when you’re still young!
Me: No kidding.
(The person sitting next to her snickers. )
Woman: So which one is it?
Me: I would guess 40. I’ll look it up for you if you want, but from now on, please do your own work.

Don’t ask me what she was hoping to get from this. She was on the internet, so its not like she didn’t have google or anything!

Unfiltered Story #199859

, | Unfiltered | July 3, 2020

I work in one of two local branches of a chain pet shop. We stay open fairly late on weekdays, but close earlier on Saturdays, and are legally limited to six hours of trading on a Sunday. Our opening times are displayed in the window. On this particular Saturday, we’d been fairly busy, and the duty manager was letting the last customer out of the doors before going to lock them. A late middle aged woman is strolling towards the doors.

Woman: What?!? Are you closing?!?

Manager: Sorry, but yes. We close at 6 on Saturdays.

Woman: I need bloodworm!

Manager: I’m sorry, but I can’t let you in. We’re not insured to have customers on the premises after closing time.

Woman: But I’m desperate for frozen bloodworm!

Manager: I’m sorry, but I cannot let you into the store after we’ve closed!

(At this point a couple walk up with a number of young children are approaching the door)

Mother: What? You’re closing?!? But my children have been waiting ALL DAY to get a hamster!

Manager: And I’m sorry, but we are closed, as we close at 6pm on a Saturday.

(The family have turned around and are walking away, as has the woman, but not before she turns back a little.)

Woman: (As though this is a threat.) I won’t be coming back!

Thankfully, the duty manager can close and lock the doors, and we share a little laugh about how her contribution of a few pounds will cripple the company. In my head I note how this supposedly desperate woman would struggle to get her frozen bloodworm as we were the only retailer in the area that stocked them aside from our sister store at the opposite end of town that would be open on Sundays, as nowhere else would be open on this particular evening. Lo and behold, she came into our store for her frozen bloodworm the following day.

Unfiltered Story #199857

, , | Unfiltered | July 3, 2020

(I’m visiting an uncle in the hospital when I hear this exchange between a doctor and various patients, nurses and residents.)

Patient #1: Excuse me, but I want to be seen by a doctor.

Doctor: I am a doctor.

Patient #1: Sorry, but you’re obviously a nurse, sweetheart.

Resident: Hey, nurse. Yeah. Can you get this thing for me? Hurry up!

Doctor: I am an emergency physician and your superior.

Patient #2: Sorry, but you look too ditzy to be a doctor. Can I see someone else? No offense, but women doctors creep me the f*ck out.

Doctor, muttering under her breath: The next f*cking time I hear that I’m going to f*cking beat someone with my degree.

(The funny thing was, she was the only doctor in the ER at the moment. So she wound up having to treat a whole slew of aggravating, sexist, racist or just plain dumb patients. There was one guy who was hitting on her the whole time, bragging about how he could ‘provide immense sexual pleasure.’ Yeah, right. His penis was stuck in a water bottle, which was the whole reason he was at the hospital.)

Unfiltered Story #199855

, | Unfiltered | July 2, 2020

I work in my local branch of a nationwide pet shop chain, and this happened on a Sunday; one of our busiest days of the week. I was still fairly new to the job at the time, and still undergoing the training required of the job, including the specific needs of the animals under our care. As I’m heading towards the back area to ask my duty manager for a job to do, a woman with two children suddenly flags me over.

Woman: You there!

Me: Hi, how can I help?

Woman: Two things! First! Your guinea pigs have no water!

(She leads me to one of the display units containing guinea pigs. Lo and behold, they have a full bottle of water in their unit)

Me: Did you mean these guinea pigs? (I gesture into the unit) They have water…

Woman: Yes! But they can’t get to it!

(I look again and realise that the wooden hide we provide them hadn’t been put under their water bottle after cleaning, which would’ve made it easier for them to get their water from the bottle bracket which was placed at a height more suited for rabbits.)

Me: Oh! I’m sorry, yeah, you’re right! The hide’s not been put back under it. I’ll grab some keys and sort that out right away!

Woman: How will they know?!?

Me: Sorry?

Woman: How will they know to climb that? How do you know they’re smart enough?!?

(I begin to open my mouth to say that the guinea pigs have been in there for a while and haven’t had a problem climbing the hide to get water before she cuts me off.)

Woman: They should have a bowl of water! And hard feed! They should have access to hard feed at all times!

Me: Erm… Do you mean nuggets? We always make sure they have hay which I’ve read is a dietary requirement for them. We only give them their nuggets at 11 A-

Woman: (dismissively holding a hand up to silence me) I’ve had enough of this! I am a RODENTOLOGIST! I know more than vets about guinea pigs! They need their hard feed now AND a bowl of fresh water.

(At this point, I’m just going to go fulfill this woman’s demands and ego trip veiled as concern for the animals, and begin to head into the back.)

Me: Sure I’ll just go g-

Woman: SECOND!

Me: Sorry?

Woman: My second point! (She begins leading me away from the guinea pigs’ pen and points at one of the high shelves.) That cat litter tray up there! It has a reduced label. Why?

Me: (Having written the label myself) Oh! Uh, it’s had 20% taken off because the door on the front has been broken.

Woman: Well that’s alright, I don’t need the door. I’ll take it!

Me: (Taken aback by her sudden shift in priorities from “neglected” animals to her own shopping, and general rudeness) Oh. Okay…

I reach the litter tray down and hand it to her, finally getting into the back I begin filling a bowl with water until the duty manager stops me. Relaying the story to her she tells me to ignore the customer and just move the hide under the bottle. In the meantime, she has a quick peek up at the tills before coming back into the warehouse area.

Manager: Oh, [My Name], I’m so sorry… You’ve just dealt with one of the regular problem causers…

I turns out this woman used to frequently come in and make wild accusations about animals being neglected, claiming she knows better than anyone about all aspects of animal care and similar. I’ve even found out since that the local branch of [Countrywide Animal Charity] essentially blacklisted her as a volunteer and animal fosterer because of her attitude towards pets. Luckily, I have never seen this lady since.