Unfiltered Story #56696

Summerville, Ga | Unfiltered | January 10, 2016

My family and I go through a well known fast food chicken place famous for their Cajun spiced chicken biscuits. My mother is the one placing the order at the drive thru.

Mom: *reading the menu to my sister and I, not really placing her order yet* Chicken sandwich combo?

Manager: You want one chicken sandwich combo?

Mom: Yeah, make that 5 of those, please.

We go through everybody’s drink orders as well and everything goes smoothly through the rest of the transaction. I check the bag and see what I think is 5 sandwiches and we start the drive home. A few miles down the road, I decide to eat my sandwich. I pull it out of the bag, only to discover that they gave us 5 chicken biscuits instead of sandwiches.

Me: They gave us chicken biscuits

Mom: Are you shitting me? Are they all biscuits?

Me: Yep.

We turn around to go back and I decide to just take the food inside instead of going through the drive thru again. The cashier is ringing up another customer, but when she sees me with the bag of food she must know there is a problem.

Cashier: *in a sing-song voice* Oh miss manager!

The manager calls me down to the other end of the counter and I tell her the problem.

Me: We ordered 5 chicken sandwich combos, but you gave us chicken biscuits instead.

Manager: *with a snotty attitude* No, I took this order. She didn’t say sandwiches, I heard her say biscuits!

Me: *as calmly as I can* No, she definitely said chicken sandwich, and when you repeated it back to her, she said “yeah give me 5 of those!”

Manager: *still snotty* Well you’re gonna have to pay again because the sandwiches are more than the biscuits.

Me: *now angry* We’ll just keep the biscuits then!

I snatch the bag off the counter and storm out of the restaurant. When I got back to the car and told my mom what happened, she was angry.

Mom: Where is the receipt so I can at least see what it says I paid for?

We search through all the bags and don’t find one. She decides to pull back through to ask for a receipt to be re-printed.

Cashier: We usually staple the receipt to the bag

Mom: Well we don’t have one. Could you please re-print it for me?

She does, and the window is open enough that we hear the manager say “what do they want?”. The whole time the cashier is looking up our receipt and re-printing it, the manager is shooting us dirty looks and glaring at us.

Cashier: Here you go, sorry about that!

Mom: That’s fine, we just won’t be doing business with y’all anymore.

The manager never acknowledged her mistake or even tried to make it right. I have filed a complaint with their website, so hopefully the manager gets reprimanded in some way!

Unfiltered Story #32242

Cedar City, UT, USA | Unfiltered | January 10, 2016

(When I was in middle school, 2007ish, it was common for high school students to have a flash drive with the demo of a popular first person shooter game that they would pass around and play multiplayer together on the school computers. I would play all the time with my older brother but hadn’t thought about it for years until my sophomore year of high school. My class had some downtime near the end of the semester and the teacher was letting us do what we wanted…)

Popular Student: *holding up a flash drive* “Hey, anyone wanna play [popular FPS]?”

Me: “Yeah! I used to do that all the time with my brother!”

(They’re stunned for a moment because I’m a girl and I almost never talk in class)

Guy Next to Me: “Dude, pass it around!”

Popular Student: “Hey, Mr. Brown, do you wanna play?”

Teacher: “No, I think I’ll have more fun watching through your screens.”

(We all ended up having a lot of fun for the 45 minutes of class we had, and I only died a few times– once because the teacher joined in by remotely taking over various students’ computers and I happened to be the victim while raiding the enemy’s base. We did see two other multiplayer lobbies online, and I like to think they were other classrooms from around the country.)

Unfiltered Story #27973

Gresham, OR, USA | Unfiltered | January 9, 2016

(My family (as well as my best friend and a few of my brothers’ friends) are playing a game where we have to write stuff down. It’s my turn and I have miscounted and have missed my mom so I asked to make sure. Note: for the past few minutes we had been bursting into random song lines including let it go.)

Me: Is everyone done.

Mom: No! I’m still writing.

Me: *Singing the line from let it go correctly as it sounds* I don’t care!

Best Friend: *In the tune of a completely different song* I love it!

(Then we looked at eachother and burst out laughing.)

Unfiltered Story #47670

canada | Unfiltered | January 9, 2016

(My younger brother and I were home alone while my parents were out. My mom comes home.)

Mom: Hello?

Brother: Hey mom.

Mom: [my name], is that you?

Brother: No, it was me, [name], and that was highly offensive.

(My brother is a teenage boy, I am a teenage girl)

Unfiltered Story #56695

FL, USA | Unfiltered | January 9, 2016

(My manager and I are chatting one morning while business is slow.)

Me: “You ever think about how fads seem really stupid after they’re over?”

Manager: “Hmmm?”

Me: “Well, think about some of the stuff that was popular in the 90s. Slap bracelets, pogs, talking like a surfer while not actually BEING a surfer?” (making vomit sounds)

Manager: “I’ll have you know I had a huge collection of pogs.”

Me: “And don’t even get me started on boy bands.”

Manager: “You mean you didn’t like [boy band] and [other boy band]?”

Me: “About as much as I like being eaten alive by sharks. Although [boy band member] did go to my high school.”

Manager: “You met him?!”

Me: “No, he graduated before I started there. Although his class did have their own senior sidewalk and he had a square in it. I used to spit on it as I walked by.”

Manager: “How could you do that?! That’s like spitting on the Cross, or like spitting on a kitten! You wouldn’t spit on a kitten, would you?”

Me: “I might if I could have [boy band member] put to sleep at the vet’s. I’d just be like, ‘This is for poisoning our culture with your terrible music, jerkbag!'”

Manager: “You are awful.”

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