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Unfiltered Story #245969

, , | Unfiltered | October 22, 2021

I am sitting on a bench near one of the exits to the mall. A family is just about to pass me, heading for the doors. The youngest, a boy, looks like he’s maybe three years old.

Boy: *veering away from his family and eagerly trotting up to me* “Ha-fy!”
Mother: “Get back here!”
Boy: *holding his hand up straight, palm towards me* “Ha-fy!”
Mother: “[Boyyy]…”
Me: “High-five?”
Boy: *excited* “Ha-fy!”

I held my hand up and he gleefully smacked his palm against mine before running back to his family. His mother tried to apologize, but I wouldn’t accept it, and told her how cute her son was. She laughed and the family headed towards the exit again, with the boy happily babbling toddler-nonsense all the way out the door.

Unfiltered Story #245967

, | Unfiltered | October 22, 2021

We are getting a relative’s house ready for sale after they passed on. Another relative who had been living there is now moving in with us and I feel that our food storage is inadequate and mention to my husband that we should take the refrigerator if no one else wants it as ours isn’t big enough for us, let alone an extra person. Husband agrees that it would be a good idea. With all the renovations it’s best to leave it there for use for several weeks of use. I remind my husband.

Me “Have you checked to see if anyone wants the fridge”

Husband “No, why?”

Me “Because I mentioned to you that we could use it because our fridge is too small for the extra food we need”

Husband “Oh, yeah that’s a good idea, I’ll see if anyone else wants it”

A couple of weeks later they finally finish with the house and put it on the market.

Me *to husband “So what happened with the fridge?”

Husband “No one else wanted it, so we got rid of it”

Me “Why did you get rid of it? I wanted it because our fridge isn’t big enough”

Husband “Well you could have told me, that would have been a good idea”

Unfiltered Story #245965

, | Unfiltered | October 22, 2021

I recently got tickets for a very popular alternative bands second leg of their world tour. Me and my older sister (who lives two states away so I never get to see her) have loved this bands music for years and now that I had the tickets we were very excited to go together. I also had a very close friend (friend #1) who enjoys this band’s music and didn’t get tickets in time to see them but was super excited that I got them, always telling me how jealous she was of me and the tickets. A few weeks before the concert during a conversation about music, this interaction ensues;

Me: “I can’t wait to go to this concert, me and my sister are super excited!”

Friend #2: “I love (band) you are so lucky

Friend #1: “wait you’re going with your sister?”

Me: “yeah that’s what I’ve been saying for weeks”

Friend #1: “I thought you were taking me! I’ve been telling everyone I know I’m going to see (band)! They all want pictures and videos, if they found out I lied they won’t want to talk to me again! You have to take me!”

I’m a little shocked that she would think this, I’ve been saying since I got the tickets that I was going with my sister so I say this;

Me: “I can’t take you, I only have two tickets and me and (sister) have been obsessed with this band since she was in middle school. I’m sorry”

Friend #1: “you are the WORST, WE’VE BEEN FRIENDS FOR TWO YEARS AND I’VE TOLD YOU ALL MY SECRETS! I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND AND DESERVE THOSE TICKETS IM GOING WITH YOU, YOU HAVE TO TAKE ME!”

Friend #2: “you need to calm down, we are in highschool, you sound like a 4th grader who didn’t get invited to a birthday party, cool it, she’s taking her sister”

Friend #1 (screaming): “BUT I ALREADY TOLD EVERYONE I WAS GOING, I HAVE TO GO! GIVE ME THE TICKETS YOU DONT DESERVE THEM FOR BEING SUCH A B**** AND NOT TAKING ME!”

Me: “I’M NOT TAKING YOU. Sorry, that’s the end of it.”

Friend #1 burst into tears tried to hit me (failed miserably) and ran down the crowded hallway screaming and crying about how I was the worst friend ever and everyone hates her. Glad to say I’m no longer friends with her and blocked her on all social media after her messaging me repeatedly asking for the tickets. Me and my sister can’t wait for the concert in a month.

Unfiltered Story #245963

, | Unfiltered | October 22, 2021

I (female in my twenties) am walking around the store with my manager (man in huis fifties), looking over the displays and checking floorstock. A group of young teenage boys, probably eleven or twelve years old is checking out the candy section. They are quite loud, as boys that age tend to be, but nothing too disruptive. They are making jokes, bouncing into one another and laughing, as suddenly one of the boys taps my manager on the shoulder.

Boy: so, who are you giving this beauty away to? *Winks at me*
Manager: I.. you… Wait, what?
Boy: *grinning like a maniac* Who are you giving this beauty away to? You know… Since you’re walking her down the AISLE!”

Cue stunned silence from the entire store, followed by bellows of laughter all around.

Manager: *almost chocking* That is the best joke I’ve heard all year!! You get to pick out some free candy for you and your friends!

The kids then happily picked out our smallest and cheapest candy and thanked us many times. Faith in youth restored.

Unfiltered Story #245960

, , | Unfiltered | October 22, 2021

(I am eating at a local chain restaurant. I reach for my water glass to take a sip, but I lose my grip and it falls out of my hands and onto the floor, shattering into a glass-filled puddle. I flag down the waitress.)

Me: Excuse me, my glass slipped out of my hand and onto the floor.

Waitress: No worries, sir. We’ll clean that up for you and get you another one.

(Suddenly, a woman emerges from the kitchen, her face red as a beetroot, and storms over to my table. She then turns toward the waitress and screams in her face, loud enough that the entire restaurant can hear her.)

Manager: YOU’RE FIRED! GET OUT OF HERE, YOU WORTHLESS BRAT! NOW!!

(The waitress breaks down into tears as the manager storms back towards the kitchen. I am in such disbelief and disgust over what I just witnessed that I follow after her.)

Me: Excuse me!

Manager: What do you want?

Me: Please tell me what this young lady did to deserve being fired so harshly like that.

Manager: Why does that concern you?

Me: Because you screamed at her, loud enough that everyone here could hear you, over something that wasn’t even her fault. I was the one who broke that glass when it fell out of my hand.

Manager: DO I LOOK LIKE I CARE?! I am the manager here, I can do whatever I want to her!

Me: Well if you are the manager here, you’re not doing a very good job!

(She ignores me and disappears into the kitchen. I go back over to the waitress, who is still crying, and hand her a $20 bill.)

Me: Listen. Don’t take what she said to you personally. You are ”not” worthless – in fact if anything you’re the best waitress here and I’ve never had any trouble with you. So don’t worry, I’ll make sure everything turns out right.

Waitress: *sniffles* Thanks, hun. That means the world to me. Uhh, by the way, do you think you’d be able to give me a ride home? I live in [Neighborhood].

Me: Gladly! I live in that same neighborhood!

(I pay for my meal and leave, and the waitress follows me out. On my way home, I drop her off at her house, which turns out to be just one street away from my own. She thanks me for the ride home, and kisses me on the cheek. I file a complaint with corporate about the manager’s behavior as soon as I return home, and the next day they return my call, apologizing for the manager’s behavior and stating she has been fired as a direct result – it turns out that there were literally dozens of complaints against that manager for that one incident alone, and she was already on thin ice for a similar prior incident with the same waitress. Later that day, the waitress comes to my house saying she needs a ride to work since she got her job back, to which I gladly oblige. Fast forward six years, and we’re now happily married!)