(I am a server assistant at a popular 40′s style diner.)
Customer: “Excuse me, there’s something wrong with my burger.”
Me: “What is it?”
Customer: “Well, it doesn’t have a bun.”
Me: “Hmm, what did you order?”
Customer: “The all-natural, low-carb burger.”
Me: “Well, the bun is made of bread which is loaded with carbs. So, if you wanted a low-carb burger, there would be no bun.”
Customer: “Oh…that makes sense now!”
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(I work in a lingerie store. I am standing at the front greeting customers when a woman in a full business suit walks in.)
Me: “Welcome, how can I help you today?”
(She unbuttons her shirt to the waist in order to reveal a ratty bra that is at least five years old.)
Woman: “Yeah, where can I find this bra?”
Me: “Um, I don’t think we carry that style anymore, but I can send you back to the fitting room where they can help you find a nice alternative.”
Woman: *still with her shirt unbuttoned* “Sure, sounds great.”
Me: “Okay, can I get your name and size?”
Woman: “Oh, I can’t remember my size. Just check the back of my bra for me, would you?
(She then begins to take off the rest of her shirt in the front of the store.)
Me: “Let’s just send you back to the fitting room right now…”
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(A customer comes to the return desk the day after Christmas.)
Customer: “This ham smells off. Smell it. I want a refund.”
Me: “I’m sorry that it was off, sir. I’ll refund you now.”
Customer: “Aren’t you going to smell it?”
Me: “Um…it’s okay. I believe you.”
Customer: “It smells terrible!”
Me: “I’m sure it does, sir, but it’s not necessary for me to smell it. I’ll just give you the refund.”
Customer: “How do you know I’m not lying if you won’t smell it?”
Me: “Sir, I am not going to smell your ham.”
Customer: “SMELL MY HAM!”
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(I am a cashier at a costume store. A young boy and his mother come up to pay. The mother is busy texting. The boy has a police officer costume in his hand.)
Boy: “Mommy, now I can really play sodomy!”
Mom: *not paying attention* “That’s nice, sweetie.”
Me: *confused* “Playing sodomy?”
Boy: “Sodomy, like when you pretend to be the police.”
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Customer: “I’ve read all of the Twilight books. I love them! Has Stephenie Meyer done anything else?”
Me: “Yes, she wrote another book called The Host.”
Customer: “Great! I didn’t see any other books where the Twilight series is, though.”
Me: “This one is actually shelved in science fiction. I’ll show you.”
Customer: “Science fiction?! Why?”
Me: “Well, she didn’t write it for the young adult section. Plus, given the subject matter I guess that’s what made the most sense.”
Customer: “What’s wrong with the subject matter?”
Me: “Nothing. It’s about an alien, so–”
Customer: “Wait, an alien?! So…there are no vampires?”
Me: “No, not in this one.”
Customer: “Forget it. I only read vampire books these days. Aliens are just too unrealistic.”
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(The bookstore I work in offers complimentary gift wrapping for customers. It’s a steady night at the bookstore and a woman approaches my register.)
Me: “Hi, how are you?”
Customer: “I need to get something gift wrapped.”
Me: “Sure, do you have the receipt for it?”
Customer: “No, I didn’t buy it here. I bought this from another store.”
(She takes out box of perfume.)
Me: “I’m sorry, but I can’t wrap something you bought from another store. You’re going to have to buy your own gift wrapping paper and wrap it yourself.”
(Ten minutes later, the woman returns to my register with wrapping paper in hand.)
Customer: “Okay. Now can you TEACH me how to wrap it?”
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Guest #1: “What’s a Flaming Dr. Pepper?”
Me: “It’s a shot of Amaretto topped with Bacardi 151 and set on fire. You drop it into half a beer and chug it. It tastes just like a Dr. Pepper.”
Guest #1: “We’ll take two.”
Me: “Sorry, since they’re on fire, we can’t serve them. It violates city fire code.”
Guest #2: “C’mon, we want to try it.”
(I explain that if they drink them at the bar in front of me I’ll allow it. I pour the half beers, the shot of Amaretto, and top it with the 151. I place all this in front of them and light the shots on fire.)
Guest #1: “Now what?”
Me: “Hold the beer in one hand and the shot in the other.”
(They do so.)
Me: “Now drop the shot.”
Guest #1: “Drop the shot?”
Me: “Drop the shot.”
(Guest #2 drops the shot in the beer and begins to chug as instructed. Guest #1 misunderstands and drops the shot on the bar, spilling the now flaming shot all over the counter. The Bacardi, as well as the flames, spread. I put it out but it takes a few moments and it is a little frightening.)
Me: “Now, do we know why they are illegal to serve?”
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