Unfiltered Story #44375

USA | Unfiltered

When I was 12-13 I developed a friendship with a kid who was undoubtedly the smartest person I’ve ever known. When I hit 40, I got wondering what happened to many of the friends of my youth. My friend had an unusual name and he was also the 4th generation son with the same name. I like anonymity in these stories but I like them to have some kind of connection to reality, So I’ll call him Rolls Royce the Ford. “The Ford” is the only real part since he was a “fourth” with the name and so I used “Ford” to his face. So, about 30 years after I parted ways with everyone in Florida, I called my old school.

Receptionist: Hello! My Old School, how may I direct your call?

Me: Hi, sorry, I don’t need my call directed. I used to attend there and I’m trying to find an old school-mate. [The secretary’s voice sounds very young, so I’m really expecting a brush-off or run-around. She probably wasn’t born when I was there.]

Receptionist: Well, maybe I can help. What was his name?

Me: Rolls Royce the Fourth.

Receptionist: [Immediately, so clearly not looking up anything] Oh, yes, Rolls Royce. I can get you information about him.

Me: You know him?

Receptionist: Yes. He’s one of our more famous alumni. He was a medical doctor by the time he was 25.

25!? I might normally cry BS at this point, but clearly this person has no reason to lie to me. I get some clues about how to contact my old friend. I make a phone call and get an answering machine. There was an deeper adult voice on the recording, but my friend had a unique lisp that was in the recording. I knew it was him. He returned my call and we had a fun time catching up. I turned out that army took him in and fast-tracked his medical career. I’ll skip the majority of the chat and concentrate on one thing that’s funny and universal: the cute teacher.

Me: Do you remember Mrs. Jungencute, our 7th grade science teacher?

Rolls: Oh, yeah.

Me: I had a crush on her.

Rolls: Dude, we ALL had a crush on her.

Dammit! I thought it was just me until that moment!

Take a little time to reconnect as you can. I suspect that all my dad’s teachers and most of his classmates are gone. Some years back I dedicated some computer software to my favorite teacher. I got in contact with his son and found he was gone already. I picked up a publication not long ago and found my favorite high-school English teacher was the editor-in-chief. I plan on saying hello before it’s too late. And for those of you still in school, look around and treasure the friendships you have.

Unfiltered Story #44376

Fairbanks, AK | Unfiltered

There are two grocery stores in town by the same company. I prefer to shop at these stores because they’re never very busy and always have enough cashiers on duty. However the store closest to my house seems to have quite a few grumpy employees. I’m normally pretty friendly but they usually don’t respond when I ask how their days are or even greet me as I walk up to their registers.

One week, however, I happen to have come down with a severe upper respiratory infection. I hope it’ll go away but as I work as a massage therapist, I can’t go to work or try to “power through” it because it’s both unsanitary and a great way to lose clientele if you’re dripping some “organic massage oil” from your nose.

I had just been to the doctor, who told me it was viral and they couldn’t give me anything for it and that it would be another two weeks before it went away. I’m extremely upset because I can’t afford not to work.

The next day I wake up miserable, and realize I need to buy some cough medicine, tissue, cough drops, and tea to try to help speed my recovery. But I have to go to the grumpy store. I walk in, beaten down, depressed, and embarrassed because I can barely function and hate being in public in general, much less when I’m ill. I get to the register.

Me: “Hi, how’re you doing?”

Cashier: “I’m doing alright! Just cruising along! How’re you?”

Me: “Honestly I’m pretty ill and you should probably use that hand sanitizer when I leave.”

Cashier: “Don’t worry about it, with my family I’ve probably caught it five times this year, I’m sure I’m immune. Here you go and hope you feel better!”

I know it’s a small thing but talking to me like I’m human when I feel like I’m dying means the world to me, especially in an environment where I least expect it.

Unfiltered Story #44372

USA | Unfiltered

When I was 12-13 I developed a friendship with a kid who was undoubtedly the smartest person I’ve ever known. When I hit 40, I got wondering what happened to many of the friends of my youth. My friend had an unusual name and he was also the 4th generation son with the same name. I like anonymity in these stories but I like them to have some kind of connection to reality, So I’ll call him Rolls Royce the Ford. “The Ford” is the only real part since he was a “fourth” with the name and so I used “Ford” to his face. So, about 30 years after I parted ways with everyone in Florida, I called my old school.

Receptionist: Hello! My Old School, how may I direct your call?

Me: Hi, sorry, I don’t need my call directed. I used to attend there and I’m trying to find an old school-mate. [The secretary’s voice sounds very young, so I’m really expecting a brush-off or run-around. She probably wasn’t born when I was there.]

Receptionist: Well, maybe I can help. What was his name?

Me: Rolls Royce the Fourth.

Receptionist: [Immediately, so clearly not looking up anything] Oh, yes, Rolls Royce. I can get you information about him.

Me: You know him?

Receptionist: Yes. He’s one of our more famous alumni. He was a medical doctor by the time he was 25.

25!? I might normally cry BS at this point, but clearly this person has no reason to lie to me. I get some clues about how to contact my old friend. I make a phone call and get an answering machine. There was an deeper adult voice on the recording, but my friend had a unique lisp that was in the recording. I knew it was him. He returned my call and we had a fun time catching up. I turned out that army took him in and fast-tracked his medical career. I’ll skip the majority of the chat and concentrate on one thing that’s funny and universal: the cute teacher.

Me: Do you remember Mrs. Jungencute, our 7th grade science teacher?

Rolls: Oh, yeah.

Me: I had a crush on her.

Rolls: Dude, we ALL had a crush on her.

Dammit! I thought it was just me until that moment!

Take a little time to reconnect as you can. I suspect that all my dad’s teachers and most of his classmates are gone. Some years back I dedicated some computer software to my favorite teacher. I got in contact with his son and found he was gone already. I picked up a publication not long ago and found my favorite high-school English teacher was the editor-in-chief. I plan on saying hello before it’s too late. And for those of you still in school, look around and treasure the friendships you have.

Unfiltered Story #44272

Texas | Unfiltered

Feel good story that needs some context. I am a student living off campus for the past couple of years. I had lived comfortably until this last year when I had to start paying for health insurance and cell bills, things normally shared by my family. I became a delivery driver, but at one point I had a late bill that I needed to invest my tips into. This was difficult, because everyone was spending money on Xmas gifts and not tips to drivers making less than minimum wage. Finally, after a hard couple of weeks and a plasma donation, I had enough to make the payment with about $30 left in my bank. Then my school comp needed to be fixed. It’s an easy thing to do, but I had stripped the screw to open it and spent a day making it worse. Finally I went to a comp tech, hoping for a replacement screw and a solution to fix my rattling hard drive. I fully expected to have to pay for a service charge and possibly specialized parts.

Me: hi this is a little embarrassing, but I stripped this and I need to get in this to fix a problem.

Tech: I don’t know if I have the tools, but let me check.

He leaves with the laptop. I have no idea what he did, but he comes back in about two minutes, removed the screw and even replaced it.

Tech: Anything else you need?

Me: wow that was quick. Maybe you can help with my hard drive?

We open it up and we discover the problem was a broken piece of plastic that no longer prevented the hard drive from shifting.

Tech: It’s a one-piece plastic part so the best I can suggest is jury-rigging it with electrical tape.

Me: (adding bills in my head, sighing) I don’t suppose you have that here?

Tech: One sec.

He leaves and comes back with a roll of electrical tape. He applies it, letting me know it’s heat resistant, even though it was highly unlikely to apply to this problem.

Me: Thank you so much. What do I owe?

Tech: These were simple issues, no charge.

Me: Thank you!

I got his name and went looking for the manager to tell him about my tech. He said this is normal from this tech, but he would report my compliments. It may not seem like a big thing, but after my stressful month, the speed, effiencey, and friendliness of this tech was what I needed!

Unfiltered Story #44270

USA | Unfiltered

My son’s friend has custody of a four year old son. The son’s mother subsequently had a baby with someone else.

The friend frequently babysits the younger boy because the child is his son’s brother. He wants them to grow up together.

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