Unfiltered Story #49001

| London, ON, Canada | Unfiltered

(I go into a local royal fast food chain near my house. The walls look all weird. One is blue, one is green, one is yellow and one is a disgusting shade of beige. I go to the till.)

Me: “Hey, what exactly is going on? I mean, the walls and everything.”

Cashier #1: “Ribbet.”

Me: “Can I talk to someone else?”

Cashier #2: “Sorry, he’s not feeling well. Can I help?”

Me: “Why are the walls painted different colors? I mean, it’s a little disconcerting.”

Cashier #2: “New manager. Got another one. They all painted the walls when they got bored.”

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Unfiltered Story #48997

| Australia | Unfiltered

(I am using the laundry room at my university accommodation. To use a washing machine, we have to insert $3 in $1 and $2 coins. I notice the first coin doesn’t go in properly and unsuccessfully try to push it in with the second coin. I only have enough coins for one wash so I really want it to work. Another student offers to get an RA (residential assistant) but never returns. Several minutes later I go to find an employee.)

Me: “I put money into a washing machine and it didn’t work. I think the coin slot is jammed.”

Employee: “What number washing machine was it?”

Me: “I don’t know.”

Employee: “Sorry, but I need to know.”

(I returned to the laundry room to check and then told her.)

Employee: “Oh yeah, we’ve had problems with that one. A student reported it a while ago but I didn’t have time to put a sign up. I’ll let maintenance know and make a note that your money is in it plus the other student’s money. What’s your room number?”

(I told her and then waited while she taped an “out of order” sign to the machine, something that would have been very helpful several minutes earlier. I went shopping to get some change and eventually did my laundry. A few weeks later, I received an envelope with two coins. There was no note and nothing on it except my address. I asked everyone in my family if they had sent it before remembering.)

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Unfiltered Story #48996

| VA, USA | Unfiltered

(This exchange happens as I’m leaving after a long shift, and turning the kitchen over to the owner and another coworker.)

Me: “Alright, I’m finally leaving. See you tomorrow, [Coworker], [Owner]. Oh, yeah, [Owner], don’t forget that pasta ball in the fridge!”

Owner: “What would be the proper attire for a Pasta Ball, anyway?”

Me: *pause* A bow tie.” *waggles eyebrows like Groucho Marx*

Owner: *snort*

Coworker: “Go home, [My Name]. That was terrible.”


Unfiltered Story #48984

Eindhoven, Netherlands | Unfiltered

My wife and I went to an animal shelter to get a cat. We looked around and found a cat we liked. The supervisor told us that this cat was no good. She would never be friendly to us. We decided to go ahead and take this cat home with us.

It’s been 3 years of patience but now she’s the most funny and loving cat you can imagine. She still has some problems with loud noises which freak her out, but most of the times she’s really a d=funny friend to die for.


Unfiltered Story #48910

England | Unfiltered

we find time to go out for a meal on a rare day off for the both of us, we arrive early enough to beat the lunch rush. The waitress is nowhere to be seen, so we wait and wait until i get fed up and wander around to find her chatting and laughing with a coworker in the back. She sits us in a tiny space and clumsily slams down the highchair.

Me: I think we know what we would like order, but can we get to refill drinks whilst we take a quick look.

Waitress: Err ok.

(She disappears and thankfully returns quickly with two glasses that again manages to slam down in front of us, knocking one across the table. Before i can say a word she disappears again and is nowhere to be found. Again i have to find her to order our food. When we eventually get our food i notice a problem.)

Me: Sorry i don’t mean to be difficult, but i orders carrots not green beans, a jacket potato not chips and my steak medium, this looks well done.

Waitress: Oh im i will get that sorted for you.

(Again in a near empty restaurant she disappears not to be seen again, my food eventually turns up, but by this point my wife has nearly finished hers, and our baby is growing restless. She puts the plate on the table then rushes off.)

Wife: Is it ok?

Me: Well the veg is cold and they have basically squashed the potato flat, the steak is as well done as before.

Wife: You can send it back.

Me: no, by the time they get that right, (baby) will be throwing a fit, i’ll put up with it.

(after i have eaten)

Waitress: (suddenly all smiles and happy, makes an effort to smile and wave at our baby) so how was your meal?

Me: Frankly not great, but we have run out of time, could we please have the bill.

Waitress: (grinning like a madman) Of course you can! I will be back as quickly as i can.

Waitress: Here you are sir, just let me know when you are ready.

Wife: are you going to tip her?

Me: hell no, even the little smile face she drew on the receipt wont help her now.

( I tip most meals even though its not a custom in the UK, she wasn’t getting anything.)

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