Religious Freaks Encounters - We Must Pray To Jesus To Save Your Soul


This story was originally posted on June 10, 2010


FREAKS2From Diva Slave:

I currently work at a clothing store that specializes in plus size women's clothing. Hence the screen name Diva Slave. For the most part the customers are awesome, so are all of my co-workers, except of course, my MANager. The "man" part, and the hatred towards her is another story for another day.

This story comes from my many years of working at a movie theater. Others have posted the horror stories that come from working at a movie theater. Vomit, piss, used condoms, dirty diapers... you name it, I have found it. This is something all together different.

I was working at a small theater in a very small, rural town when the almighty Mel Gibson released "The Passion of the Christ". Now, I am not a religious person (please note that I have no problem with religion. I do have a problem with people pushing their religious views on me) and this movie seemed to bring every religious fanatic out of the woodwork.

On this particular night I was closing with about 2 or 3 other people. Being the manager, I was sitting in the office, keeping an eye on the closed snack bar while the staff was doing their nightly cleaning.

This woman that had come in a few times before (she somehow knew my boss) comes into the office to chat with me. Lets call her Jesus freak.

Jesus Freak: So have you seen "passion of the christ" yet?

Me: No, I don't think I am going to see it. (Wrong fucking thing to say)

Jesus Freak: WHY NOT?!?!

Me: Well it's not really a movie that interests me. (Its 3 hours long, its subtitled and I NOT interested bitch)

Jesus Freak: Well, have you accepted Jesus into your heart as your savior?

Regan jabMe: *jaw drop* ummm, no.

Jesus Freak: Do you want me to pray with you right now so you can accept him into your heart and you can be saved?

Me: *long pause*

Jesus Freak: Is there anyone else here I could talk to about Jesus?

Me: Yeah, he's in the back room doing dishes, just go through that door right there...

At that point she leaves and starts talking to my coworker who was more than happy to talk to her about Jesus.

I was completely dumbfounded over this woman. I am at my job, I am not at your church, or your house or even in the fucking park. You know I get payed to not tell you to fuck off. Grrrr. This happened years ago and I'm still amazed with this woman.

Until next time RHU,

--this is Diva Slave, saying goodnight.


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Game Store Hell: How Dare You Sell The Work Of The Devil To My Son!


Game Store 3From u/CometophobiaTalesFromRetail

Last year I got a job at a store that sells video games, which I absolutely love. Important note, I'm a twenty year old girl and my manager is an older woman, but the other six people who work at the store are men.

An older woman, in her late 40s or maybe early 50s, walked in one day and I greeted her automatically, being as cheerful and polite as I can be. She glared at me as though I insulted her by opening my mouth, then stomped up to the counter and slammed a certain M-rated game that involves the theft of cars. I blinked at her and waited patiently, knowing that if I said anything she'd find a way to snap at me about something. The woman, who I'll call PM for Protective Mother, slammed the game onto the counter again and gave me another dirty look, which I replied to with a bright smile. (Kindness pisses crazy people off more, I've learned.)

PM: Did you sell this fucking game to my son?

Me: I'm not sure. Do you have a receipt?

(Our receipts say which associate sold the items.)

PM: No, I don't have a fucking receipt. Did you sell the fucking game to him or not?

Me: What does your son look like? Maybe I'll remember him.

Jason crossPM: That doesn't fucking matter. Did you know this game is M-rated?

Me: Yes, ma'am, I'm aware. I believe it's M-rated for violence, drug use, sexual themes, that sort of thing. Is something wrong?

PM: You should this fucking game to my fucking son! You can't do that!

Me: I'm sorry to hear that, is he grounded or something?

At this point, I'm eyeing the backroom and trying to decide whether she'd attack me if I fled. I'm used to crazy people and fairly decent at holding my ground, but she had the crazy eyes that usually led to throwing things.

PM: No, he's not fucking grounded, he's too old for that!

Me: ....Ma'am, how old is your son?

PM: He's twenty-one.

In case you've never gone to an R-rated movie or bought an M-rated game, the legal age to buy them is 17 or 18, depending on where you live.

Me: I'm sorry, but he's old enough to buy an M-rated game, so I didn't see a problem.

PM: Are you fucking insane? You need Jesus, you crazy bitch. This is the work of the devil!

Me: What can I say, the devil makes good games.

At that, I promptly turned away and went back to my job, leaving her to glare at my back and huff angrily.

Carolanne ugh reallyPM: I'm still fucking talking to you!

Me: I'm sorry, but I can't actually help you. If you want to do a return, I need your receipt.

PM: This is why women shouldn't work, they're fucking useless.

Me: You do realize you're a woman, don't you?

This pissed her off and finally made her leave, hollering about Jesus and women workers. At this point, of course, my manager walks out from the back room where she was doing paperwork and gives me a funny look. I just shrugged and went back to what I was doing, because I honestly didn't get paid enough to give a damn that she was a crazy woman who thought I was Satan's bride.



Tech Support Hell: Wrong Kind Of Icons


Call center 2From Anonymous, Rinkworks

Tech Support: "All right... now double-click on the File Manager icon."

Customer: "That's why I hate this Windows -- because of the icons -- I'm a Protestant, and I don't believe in icons."

Tech Support: "Well, that's just an industry term sir. I don't believe it was meant to --"

Customer: "I don't care about any 'Industry Terms'. I don't believe in icons."

Tech Support: "Well... why don't you click on the 'little picture' of a file 'little picture' ok?"

Customer: "You know, I could do without you being so condescending." [click]

And yet... somehow... you bring it upon yourself.

--From Anonymous


Religious Freaks: "How Dare You Try To Buy My Bible!"


FREAKS2From u/ModChuteTalesFromTheCustomer

E- Employee BL - Bible Lady

So today I stopped by my local bookstore to purchase a book I have to read for school over the summer. It’s a fairly well known book and they had plenty of copies sitting right up front, it only took me a few seconds to find it and grab it. As I was making my way to the counter, I noticed the only employee there was going through a box of books this older woman standing near him had brought in. The employee informed me that he only had a few more books left to check to see if they could buy from her and asked if I minded waiting. I told him of course not and sat on a nearby couch.

Now, this woman payed the employee no attention while he went through her books, eyes glued to her phone. The employee picked up a bible out of the box.

E: Ma’am, we actually don’t buy religious books that aren’t from direct distributors.

Her head shot up and she let out an extremely loud and dramatic screech.

BL: NO! No! I do not want to sell my bible. Why is that in there? How DARE you try to buy my bible?

At this point the young employee is looking very flustered and trying to hand the bible to her.

E: I’m sure you placed it in the box by accident, it’s not problem! I’m not trying to buy it from you, I can’t even if I wanted to. Here you go!

She then proceeded to smack the bible out of his hand and onto the floor then reach for her box of books. She grabbed the books already checked and threw them back into the box.

BL: I’m not letting you buy ANY of my books now because you tried to buy MY bible from me! Stupid atheist teenagers, I hate you all! How disrespectful can you be, trying to buy MY bible from ME! May God strike you down!

She picked up her bible, chucked it into the box, and left.