Always Right, Questionable Eyesight
(I’m twelve and helping out at my grandparents’ farm. My three-year-old cousin has been playing too close the driveway, so I carry him while ringing up customers.)
Customer: “Dear, your son is just darling. Absolutely adorable!”
Me: “Thank you, ma’am, but this is my cousin.”
Customer: “Nonsense, he looks exactly like you! Well, if you were a boy, but EXACTLY like you.”
(I have curly dark hair, and he has straight blond hair, and that’s just the beginning of the differences.)
Me: “I don’t think–”
Customer: “EXACTLY like you.
Me: “I’m sorry, but–”
Customer: “EXACTLY. LIKE. YOU.”
Me: “If you say–”
Customer: “EXACTLY.”
Me: “…that’ll be $35.”
This story is part of the Farmer roundup.
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
