Unfiltered Story #67031

Altamont, NY, USA | Unfiltered | December 11, 2015

(I work in the pharmacy department of a grocery store. We offer walk-in flu shots. A customer comes to the pharmacy counter.)

Customer: “Can I get a flu shot?”

Me: “Sure! We just need to have you fill out some paper work. Just need you to fill out this consent form and the certificate of immunization.”

(The consent form and the certificate require a full name, address, date of birth, and any kind of medical history that relates to the flu shot such as reaction to needles, if you are currently sick, and if you have received any other vaccines in the past two months. The customer comes back to the counter.)

Customer: “Excuse me, but what do you plan on doing with all of this personal information? I’m not comfortable with giving this to you just like that.”

Pharmacist: “The way we process the flu shot is just like how we process a regular prescription from your doctor. In order to do that, we need your address, phone number, date of birth, and any known drug allergies to put in our system.”

Customer: “But what else do you plan to do with it. I’m not about to give this information to some big corporation so they can sell it to mailing lists and telemarketers.”

Pharmacist: “That will not happen, I can assure you. That would be a violation of HIPAA, which protects all of your personal information in health care. If we were to violate that, it would be a felony and we would lose our pharmacy license. It’s honestly not worth my career to sell your information to other companies.”

Customer: “(hesitantly) Well, ok…”

(The customer leaves the counter again to sit and fill out the forms, only to come back again and give me a blank certificate of immunization.)

Customer: “I’m just going to get my flu shot from my doctor. I don’t trust you big corporations with my personal information!”

Unfiltered Story #27944

Dandenong, VIC, AUS | Unfiltered | December 11, 2015

(At this point my St Bernard is still only a puppy, so while I still can i’m taking him on a walk around the area so he can learn his way around if he gets lost. Despite me only having him for a couple of months, he’s already protective of me, and quite strong too. I’m at the milk bar at the end of my street and the only pole i can tie him to isn’t in sight from within the shop. I only take about 2 minutes so i leave him there and upon coming out of the shop i see someone dragging my dog down the path. I’m only 12 and around 5’4″, while this guy is at least 6’4″ and muscular in his mid-30s)

Me: *while running* “Hey!! That’s my dog!”

(upon seeing me my dog starts to pull as hard as he can to get to me, and the guy starts to move faster)

Me: *getting in front of him* “Didn’t you hear me? that’s MY dog!”

Stranger: “Outa my way girly, Bruno and i are trying to get home” (my dog’s name is not Bruno)

Me: “If his name is Bruno, why does he respond when i call out Bailey? Why does he seem so eager to get away from you and back to me if he’s your dog?”

Stranger: “Because that’s how he acts around everyone”

(The shop owner heard me calling and left the shop to see what was going on)

Owner: “Both of you! What’s going on here?”

Stranger: “This little GIRLY here was trying to get my dog!”

Owner: “really?” *to me* “What was going on here?”

Me: “I came out of your shop and found this guy dragging Bailey down the street”

Owner: *to the stranger* “Can you prove he’s your dog?”

Stranger: “Well, erm…”

Me: *remembering the tag on his neck* “I can prove he’s mine”

Stranger: “As if!”

Me: *to the owner* “Look at his tag around his neck! I can tell you the address, the phone number is my mum’s, and his name is Bailey”

(The owner asks me what the various details are and i answer them. The stranger looking more and more angry each time)

Stranger: *yelling* “YOU JUST LOOKED AT THE TAG BEFORE”

(the yelling scares my dog, who has been pulling on the lead, when he pulls once more it snaps, and he bites the stranger before running to me)

Stranger: “Give me back my dog! I’m calling the police!”

Owner: “And I’ll show them the security footage”

(The police were called, and when shown the tapes they took him to the car and the shop owner gave me a new lead)

Unfiltered Story #47642

Australia | Unfiltered | December 11, 2015

Me: What colour?

Mum: Yes

Unfiltered Story #56670

Illinois | Unfiltered | December 11, 2015

(I work quality at a cup factory. It is the shift before the holiday, meaning the plant will be closed and as such all the machines must be turned off so the cleaning crew can clean while we are closed. For quality this means after the machines shut down the lead operators bring a sample taken from the last case produced to be tested to verify all was good at the shut down. While this has been going on for YEARS, they always seem to have a problem somewhere, such as this instance. Shut down is typically 6am.)

Me: *looking at the clock* Ok, They should be bringing up the last cups to test soon! And we should be good to go, and on time for our meeting!

Quality-Coworker: Alright I’ll go work on cleaning while we wait! *leaves*

Operator #1: *brings up Co-workers sample* Here you go! Last case numbers are on the bottom!

Me: Thanks! *Thinking, awesome I can get her’s started and mine should be here any minute…*

Me: …. *waiting, watching as ten minutes go by*

Coworker: *comes back* Oh good, I can work on this part of the test. Is this both of ours?

Me: no…. still waiting on mine…

Coworker: Um… it’s ten after… we have to turn out paper work in….

Me: Yeah… Well I’ll mark in down that he was late but I’m sure he’ll bring them by, you know how he can be!

Coworker: Yeah, it’s not like he could forget to bring them!

Me: *getting nervous as ten minutes turns to twenty* well… we gotta head to the meeting*

(We go, but I leave a few minutes in to finish my co-workers test while we wait for the rest of the team to get to the meeting. As I am emptying cups I hear something behind me and turn to see a machine operator standing there with my cups. I look at the time, 6:40, 20 minutes before we leave, and far to short a time to do the test required)

Me: What the hell!? Throw those away! I needed those a half hour ago at least! I can’t do anything with them now!

Operator #2: *looking shocked and confused* Well.. what? throw them away?

Me: Yes! I can’t test them now, it’s to late!

Operator #2: Well… ok…. *heads away with them.*

(I run into him by the dumpster a moment later)

Operator #2: *smiling and laughing oddly as if he thinks I am joking* Well, I’m gonna toss ‘um!

Me: *glaring at him with all my power* Yes, throw them away. It is to late to deal with that! *glances at the cups thinking I can just get the numbers* AND they don’t have case numbers?!

(I left then before I said something I’d regret…. and they wonder why we are always on their butts about things!)

Unfiltered Story #32215

Denver, CO, USA | Unfiltered | December 10, 2015

My class of English Language Learners was working with homonyms (words that sound alike but are spelled differently).

Latvian student: The homonym for this word is … a bad word!

Me: What is the word?

Latvian student: Beach!

[I explained about the tree.]

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