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    Pajama Drama

    | Des Moines, IA, USA | At The Checkout, Bizarre/Silly, Employees, Family & Kids, Language & Words, Rude & Risque, Theme Of The Month

    (I work at a nice golf course restaurant as a waiter. I’m at my table, wrapping things up. I’m a 21-year-old man.)

    Me: “Is there anything else I can do for you this evening?”

    Woman: “You can watch my kids!”

    Me: “Ooh, I’m working right now, but after work, sure. We’ll have a pajama party!”

    (Very awkward silence follows. The word ‘pizza’ was going through my head, but I changed it on the fly because, how stupid, they just ate and wouldn’t want a pizza-party while full. So I replaced ‘pizza’ with the word ‘pajama’ due to the ‘P’ sound having already escaped my mouth. I’ve never seen her or her eight- and five-year old sons since.)

    Plucking An Answer Out Of The Air

    | Orlando, FL, USA | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Employees, Tourists & Travel, Transportation

    (I have just finished visiting my friends and have arrived at the airport for my return flight to Washington Dulles. I get up to the airline greeter who is standing at the entrance of the line.)

    Greeter: *rudely* “Sir, you need to place that carry-on in this slot to confirm the size.”

    Me: “Oh, this is my return trip, I already know it fits.”

    Greeter: “That doesn’t matter. Put the bag in.”

    (I do as asked.)

    Greeter: *shocked* “It fits. Where are you flying to?”

    Me: “D.C.”

    Greeter: *scoffs* “There are two airports in D.C. We only fly to one of them.”

    Me: *shocked look* “Washington Dulles.”

    Greeter: “That is the one we fly to.”

    (As I am walking away to go to the counter I turn around.)

    Me: “There are actually three airports in the D.C. area.”

    (I got better service from the TSA agents!)

    Don’t Know What They’re Playing At

    | Australia | At The Checkout, Bosses & Owners, Employees, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful, Technology

    (In the middle of the year, I pre-ordered and paid for a PlayStation 4 for my husband’s Christmas present. Because of my schedule, I asked for pick up the week before Christmas. On the 23rd of December I finally get an email saying it is in store and ready to go.)

    Me: “Hi. I’m here to pick up a pre-order. Here’s my receipt.”

    Cashier: “Uh-huh. We’re sold out of PlayStations.”

    Me: “No, I pre-ordered it. I just got the email saying it was in store this morning? So, I’m here to pick it up.”

    Cashier: *still holding my receipt* “Look, it’s a popular console. Maybe you should think ahead next time? I mean, seriously.”

    Me: “Excuse me? I want to speak to a manager. Now, please.”

    (The cashier huffs, rolls her eyes, and throws my receipt on the counter, and then finally pages for a manager.)

    Manager: “What’s up?”

    Cashier: “This girl’s looking for a PS4 and demanded to see you when I told her we were sold out.”

    Me: “Um, no. I have a pre-order. I can even show you the email on my phone saying it’s ready to be picked up. I asked to see you because your cashier was rude.”

    Manager: “Look, we sold them. All of them.”

    Me: “Even the pre-orders? Like, my pre-order? That I was told to come and pick up?”

    Manager: *shrugs* “Yeah?”

    Me: “Are you kidding? I just got the email saying it was here! Look, can you at least try other stores?”

    Manager & Cashier: “They’re sold out too.”

    Cashier: “Look, next time just be prepared. They’re back ordered till February.”

    Me: “Look, I’m not trying to buy one. I am here to pick one up I purchased six months ago!”

    Manager: “We sold out. [Cashier] is right. You really should’ve thought ahead.”

    (On the plus side, my cousin’s girlfriend, who works at another location of the same store, saw my Facebook update about the situation. She said they had some at her store and put one aside for me. I made her brownies.)

    I Smell A Rat

    | AB, Canada | Bizarre/Silly, Bosses & Owners, Pets & Animals

    (In the province of Alberta, there are no rats, thanks to a massive government pest control program. I work my way through college on a gravel crusher crew. When I am transferred to the night shift, the night supervisor tries to scare me.)

    Supervisor: “Hey, you gotta be careful when you’re out there, inspecting the gravel piles!”

    Me: “Oh? Why is that?”

    Supervisor: “Well, because rats like to hide in the gravel piles!”

    Me: “Really?”

    Supervisor: “Yup. I was out there earlier tonight and I saw a couple of big ones scurry around and hide in the piles.”

    Me: “Well, it was nice working here.”

    Supervisor: “What? You’re not going to quit because of a few rats, are you?”

    Me: “Oh, I’m not quitting. But the government’s gonna shut this place down.”

    Supervisor: *panicking* “What? Why?”

    Me: “Well, there are no rats in Alberta because the government killed them all. If you’ve seen evidence of rats, we have to report it to the government.”

    Supervisor: “WHAT?”

    Me: “Yeah. The government’s probably gonna shut this place down for the rest of the summer while they come in here, go hunting for the rats’ nest, and kill them all.”

    Supervisor: “You’re kidding.”

    Me: “Nope. Have you called this in yet?”

    Supervisor: “I DIDN’T SEE ANY RATS!”

    Me: “Are you sure? Maybe I should call this in anyway, just to be safe.”

    Supervisor: “I DIDN’T SEE ANY RATS! I WAS JUST TRYING TO SCARE YOU! DON’T SHUT US DOWN!”

    Me: “Really? I highly doubt you’d joke about something so serious.”

    Supervisor: “THERE AREN’T ANY RATS! THERE AREN’T ANY RATS! I MADE IT UP!”

    Me: “Okay, then.”

    (I didn’t get any more trouble from him the rest of the summer.)

    Not Warming Up To The Service

    | NH, USA | Employees, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I have ordered a large cheese pizza and a two-liter bottle of soda. When the delivery person shows up he only has the insulated pizza carrying bag.)

    Me: “Uhm… I had ordered a bottle of soda, too?”

    Driver: “Yeah, I got it.”

    (With that, he proceeds to take my now lukewarm bottle of coke and my now lukewarm pizza out of the same insulated bag.)

    Me: “Why would you put a cold bottle of coke and a hot pizza in the same insulated bag?”

    Driver: “Well, it’s easier to carry that way.”

    Me: “Don’t you think it defeats the purpose of using an insulated bag if you put hot and cold things in it together?”

    Driver: “But… it’s easier to carry!”


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