Unfiltered Story #169571

, , | Unfiltered | October 11, 2019

(I work in a skilled nursing facility that is basically a step-down unit from the hospital. We have on our floor a middle-aged man who has been recovering from a motorcycle accident. During his stay, he has proved himself to be obnoxious, needy, and inconsiderate, to the point that when his 100 days of physical therapy are up, all of the staff is more than happy to see him go. I happen to be his Nurse Aide for the last night his stay. Note: this man has been cleared by PT to be safe returning to his home, and is also married.)

Patient: You know, I’m not ready to be discharged.
Me: Really, sir? Why not?
Patient: Because! When I go home, who’s going to do my physical therapy? Who’s going to bring me my pain pills? WHO IS GOING TO FLUFF MY PILLOWS?
Me: (doing my best to stay professional) Sir, this is Rehab. After a certain point, you’re expected to do it yourself.

(And I never saw him again!)

Unfiltered Story #169569

, , | Unfiltered | October 11, 2019

Customer: I want a coffee with 2 creams double cup
Me: What size of coffee would you like?
Customer: A medium (says it in a tone, like I should have known)

Unfiltered Story #169567

, , | Unfiltered | October 11, 2019

(Up until recently, I worked for an entertainment branch that dealt in CDs, DVDs and games. The lease on our building ran out and being unable to find tenancy elsewhere, our branch had no choice but to close down. For three weeks our doors and windows were plastered with ‘closing down’ and ‘75% closing sale’ signs, along with information regarding why we were closing and by which date. Two days after our closing date, some movers parked up outside the store to help up shift the last of our empty shelves, take apart the counters, stack boxes, etc. Bear in mind the front of our store is plain glass so you can clearly see inside as you approach, even from a distance.)

Man: *strolls in through the doors as two of the movers are carrying out a DVD rack, before pausing and looking around in confusion* …Are you guys open?
Me: No, we’re closing…
Man: So like, you can’t get *movie title* in for me?
(There is literally no stock down here at this point as it’s all either gone in our clearance sale or been sent back to the warehouse, not to mention we no longer even have tills or computers)
Me: I’m afraid not, sir, we’re shutting down.

(The man shuffles out and we carry on with packing up. Throughout the day this continued to happen, people would try to walk in before looking around gormlessly and asking if we were still open. We couldn’t keep the doors shut because we needed clear access to the vans outside, but eventually we resorted to putting a rope across the doorway that we could easily lift if we needed in or out. At this point, I am sat on the floor about two feet away from the doors, a large packaging tape dispenser in my hand as I’m sealing a large cardboard box, and a woman pokes her head in over the rope.)

Me: I’m sorry, we’re–
Woman: Excuse me, I know you’re closing down and all, but is there any chance that I could still trade these in? *she produces a bag of DVDs and Blu-Rays and stares at me expectantly*
Me: (by this point I’ve lost the ability to be professional about these questions) Ma’am, we officially closed two days ago. We’ve got no tills, no computers. We can’t take anything.
(Before either of us can say another word, a family with two small children walk right up to the rope across the door and stare at it in dismay.)
Woman 2: Oi, what’s all this? Why are you closing?!
Me: We’re losing the building.
Woman 2: Well, where are you moving to?
Me: We’re not. We’re just closing, I’m afraid. We couldn’t get anywhere else.
Woman 2: *now visibly angry* Well how was I supposed to know? Where am I gonna shop now?!
(My manager comes over at this point, also weary of all the angry interruptions)
Manager: Can I recommend Amazon? Have a nice day.

Unfiltered Story #169565

, , , | Unfiltered | October 11, 2019

I am waitress at my parent’s restaurant. Out on the street you would need to pay for parking and we usually get a lot of people in need of change for the parking meters. The following happens when a man comes inside to change some nickles for a quarter.

Man: “Hello miss, Can I get a quarter for these?”
He hands them to me and for some reason I hear dollar instead of quarter. I proceed to open the cash register getting a dollar out and then finally realize he’s given me five nickles, I just assumed he accidentally gave me nickles instead of quarters.
Me: Umm.. Sorry these are nickles.
Man: Yeah i need a quarter (starting to get confused).
Me: (slowly realizing) OH! *facepalm* I heard dollar instead. (giving him the quarter)
Man: I wish it worked like that, but sadly, it doesn’t.

Unfiltered Story #169563

, , | Unfiltered | October 11, 2019

This story relates why I will NEVER work in the fast food industry again.

I was working the register for lunch rush, and we were slammed. The dining room was full, and I’d previously noticed that one large, loud, family with kids were making a MESS of one corner booth table (on the table, bench, and on the carpeted floor).
While dealing with long line of customers, one woman from the group came up to the front of the line, butted in, and said, “We’ve left quite a mess back there.”
Not one hint of apology at all.
I nodded and said, “I know, I saw it.” Then got on with filling order of the customer she’d butted in front of.
Next thing I know, she’s back. “What did you call me?” she shouted.
“My sister said she saw you call me a f****** b***!”
“No, I didn’t.”
Sister approached, “Oh, so now you’re calling me a liar?!”
At this point, I’m flustered, not sure what to do. Manager comes out, asks what’s wrong, she shouts at him what I supposedly said.
I get sent back to the office where I sat, in tears.
My manager, who’s a pretty level-headed guy, comes back and asks (I guess he had to), “Did you call her that?”
I had a customer right there two feet in front of me, for crying out loud!

After some time, he comes back to get me. “They’re gone. They were threatening to call the police and waiting outside for you, but I made them leave.”
I thank him and return to work, my face all blotchy from crying and upset. I’d only been working in fast food for a few years, but I’ve never had a customer that psychotic before screaming at me.
When I got back to the front, the customer that I’d been serving when the women verbally attacked me came up to me. “What was that all about?”
“That woman said I called her a bad name.”
He shrugged and said, “I didn’t hear you say anything.”