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    One Telepath On The Rocks

    | Buffalo, NY, USA |

    (I am handing off an iced tea to one of my regular customers.)

    Me: *maintaining eye contact with my regular customer* “Here’s your drink!”

    Random Other Customer: *yelling* “That’s not my drink!”

    Me: “I know, its for [regular's name].”

    (I check the queue to find that there aren’t any more drinks to be made.)

    Me: “What drink did you have?”

    Random Other Customer: “Oh, I didn’t order yet.”

    Catfish Caught His Tongue

    | Gray, GA, USA |

    Me: “Hi, what can I get for you today?”

    Customer: “I want fish.”

    Me: “Alright, what kind of fish? We have catfish, tilapia, or grouper.”

    Customer: “I just want fish.”

    Me: “I have to know what kind you want.”

    Customer: “I just want some d*** fish. How hard is that?”

    Me: “Catfish it is. Whole or filet?”

    Customer: “Whole is with the bones?”

    Me: “Yes sir.”

    Customer: “Filet. I don’t like bones.”

    Me: “Alright.”

    (I return ten minutes later with his order.)

    Me: “Here you are sir. Any sauce or anything?”

    Customer: “This isn’t what I wanted.”

    Me: “What’s the problem?”

    Customer: “I’m allergic to fish!”

    Time To Google Google

    | Glasgow, UK |

    (A customer had trouble remembering his password for his email address.)

    Me: “Sir, if you can just go to Google and type in [address], it will take you to the website to reset your password.”

    *long silence*

    Me: “Are you on the website sir?”

    Caller: “I think my nephew has been on here and deleted Google from the internet.”

    Adding Flames To The Fire

    | Kansas City, MO, USA |

    (I work in a retail store that sells adult novelties like edible body paint and lingerie. A teenage customer has just bought a lighter with a pot leaf on it around an hour ago.)

    Customer: “I want to return this. My mom said I’m not allowed to spend my money on stuff this vulgar.”

    Me: “Well, we can either give you a different lighter or a gift card, but our return policy states we don’t give cash back.”

    Customer: “Give me a minute.”

    (The customer grabs a lighter to exchange it with. It’s in the shape of a hand with its middle finger extended and says ‘f*** you!’ whenever you press the button.)

    GPS: Great Practitioners Of Stupidity

    | Brisbane, Australia |

    Me: “Hello, this is [taxi service]. Can I have your pickup address please?”

    Caller: “I don’t know!”

    Me: “Well, you will need to tell me some kind of an address.”

    Caller: “Why can’t you just ‘GPS’ me?”

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