Devil In Disguise
Me: “Hello, and welcome to [Restaurant]. I’m [My Name], and I’ll be your server today.”
Customer: *glares at my necklace, which happens to be pentagon-shaped* “No! You worship the devil! Get me a Christian to serve me!”
Me: “I don’t worship the devil. Actually, I–”
Customer: “I won’t hear your witchy talk devil girl!” *sticks her fingers in her ears while her husband just gives me a smile*
Me: “I’ll just go and see what I can do for you.”
(I go to my manager and tell her what’s going on.)
Manager: *to me* “Oh, for Pete’s sake. Here, just put my necklace on.”
(The necklace is a cross. I go back to the table.)
Me: “Hello, and welcome to [Restaurant]. I’m [My Name], and I’ll be your server today.”
Customer: “Oh, thank the Lord. You should have seen the evil girl who was just here, with her black hair and wicked eyes!”
(She never noticed I was the same girl. Her husband never said a word, just had a weary look on his face. By the way, my hair is red.)
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