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    Old MacDonald Had A Meal

    | Australia |

    (I’m a waitress at a restaurant, and an elderly man just ordered a steak.)

    Me: “How would you like your steak, sir?”

    Customer: “Alive.”

    Me: “I’m sorry?”

    Customer: “Alive. I want it alive.”

    Me: “I’m not sure I get you sir – do you mean rare?”

    Customer: “No. Alive! When I poke my fork in, it will have to say ‘MOO!’”

    Me: “…I’m not sure we can arrange that for you, sir. It’s impossible.”

    Customer: “You’re saying it’s impossible for you to bring a cow in here?”

    Me: “That’s right, sir.”

    Customer: “OK, I’ll have mine well done then.”

    You’re Not Burning, But My Eyes Are

    | Texas, USA |

    (I’m working the front of a tanning salon and a customer comes up to me, completely naked.)

    Customer: “Does this tan look even to you?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am, but I need you to go back to your booth and put your clothes on. You’re bothering the other customers.”

    Customer: “But I need to know if this tan is even. Does it look like I’m burning?”

    Me: *trying not to look at her* “Ma’am, I’m sorry. I need you to go back to your booth and put your clothes on. You can’t just walk around naked.”

    Customer: “Fine! You’re no help at all!”

    LOL OMG Grandma, Read The FAQ

    | California, USA |

    (We have an older patron who comes into the library to use the Internet. She’s around 65 and not computer literate, so we help her out whenever she needs us.)

    Patron: “Miss, could you help me? I don’t understand what is happening.”

    Me: “What’s the problem?”

    Patron: “I think I had a stroke or something!”

    Me: “Oh my God, what do you feel?”

    Patron: “Well, I can’t understand the words on the computer. It doesn’t make any sense! I’m so confused!”

    (She seems fine, just aggravated, but I call over my co-worker who is in a nursing program.)

    Me: “Can you check her out real quick?”

    Coworker: “You’re fine. What did you feel?”

    Patron: “Well, nothing. But, all of a sudden, I lost my ability to understand writing. I opened an email from my granddaughter and I didn’t understand a word of it!”

    (My coworker and I read the email:)

    Hey grandma! I’ve been having a gr8 time in Ny with mom and dad. we’ll b back in ca on the 4th. I miss u! c u l8r!”

    Coworker: “Um, I think she just wrote in a hurry and didn’t realize that you didn’t understand her shorthand. It’s teenspeak, so it’s a little hard to understand.”

    Patron: “Oh, thank God…such a stupid girl! I’m going to tell my son to throw her TV and computer away and make her read some books!”

    Me: “Ma’am, you’re preaching to the choir.”

    And This Is Before He Had A Pint

    | London, UK |

    (Note: the music from the jukebox in our bar is playing pretty loudly.)

    Customer: “Can you turn the jukebox back on please?”

    Me: “It is on.”

    Customer: “No, it’s not.”

    Me: “Yeah, it really is.”

    Customer: “No, it’s not. The government turned it off.”

    Me: “Erm, really?”

    Customer: “Yeah, so can you turn it back on?”

    Me: “Erm, okay…” *I pretend to push a button underneath the bar* “…how’s that?”

    Customer: “Much better, thanks!”

    Pepperoni Paranoia

    | Maple Ridge, BC, Canada |

    (I had two deliveries in the same area, and I had the 2 orders in one bag. I get to first house, take the pizza out of the bag and go to the door.)

    Me: “Hi, that will be $28.27.”

    Customer: “What is this? Where’s my bag?!”

    Me: “What do you mean? What bag?”

    Customer: “My security bag!”

    Me: “You mean heat-wave bag?”

    Customer: “NO! MY SECURITY F*****G BAG!”

    Me: “You know, it’s a heat bag to keep the pizza warm, and it’s held with velcro.”

    Customer: “ARE YOU F*****G STUPID?! I WANT MY SECURITY FACTOR! HOW DO I KNOW YOU DIDN’T PUT ACID IN MY BAG AND TRY TO KILL ME?!”

    Me: “Well…here is your pizza.” *collects money* “You may call the store with any complaints.”

    (Later she called the store and told the manager she couldn’t put it in her garbage because there might be acid in it.)

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