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    The Fairweather Fan

    | Parsippany, NJ, USA |

    (In my line are a preteen girl, an older woman behind her, and lastly a middle-aged woman.)

    Me: “Can I have your zip code, please?”

    Young girl: “Wait, what?”

    Me: “We’re just doing a survey.”

    Middle-aged woman: “Don’t listen to her, honey. You don’t have to give her any information if you don’t want to. They’re just going to use it to help the government to watch you! The government is already in enough things. You shouldn’t give them any more opportunities to watch what you’re doing! I never give my information when sales girls ask for it; that’s my right, and it’s your right to refuse!”

    Young girl: “Um…”

    Me: *I punch in my own zip code* “It’s fine, never mind. That’ll be $6.34.”

    (Next is the older woman…)

    Older woman: “You can have my zip code. I shop here all the time, and I love getting coupons and fliers in the mail because the company knows people in my town shop here often. In fact, I have a coupon with me today!”

    Me: “Well, thank you, ma’am!”

    (The older woman pays and leaves and I ring up the middle-aged woman’s purchases. I punch in my own zip code again for her because I don’t want to hear another speech about the government stalking people via zip code.)

    Me: “That’ll be $24.56.”

    Middle-aged woman: “What? I wanted to give you my zip code!”

    Thy Laziness Knows No Bounds

    | Canada |

    Me: “**** Restaurant, how can I help you?”

    Caller: “I’d like to order a delivery.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, we don’t do deliveries.”

    Caller: “So, you expect me to come all the way over… to eat your food?!”

    Me: “Umm… yeah, if you want.”

    Caller: “Goodbye!” *hangs up*

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    Thy Gluttony Knows No Bounds

    If It’s So Easy, Do It Yourself

    | Connecticut, USA | Top

    (We get a phone call on a Thursday night in December, the busiest season in catering.)

    Customer: “May I speak to the owner?”

    Me: “This is the owner. How may I help you?”

    Customer: “NO, I mean the guy who is the owner.”

    Me: “That’s my husband. I’m sorry, he is busy at the moment. Is there something I can help you with?”

    Customer: “I need a catering menu emailed.”

    Me: “I can certainly do that for you. When is your event?”

    Customer:¬†”Saturday.”

    Me: “This Saturday? Like two days from now?”

    Customer: ¬†”Yes.”

    Me: “Well, I apologize but we are completely booked for this Saturday.”

    Customer: “That’s why I wanted to talk to the other owner. I spoke to him two weeks ago and he said you were not booked.”

    Me: “We weren’t booked two weeks ago, but we are now.”

    Customer: “Well, I’ve already sent out the invitations, and I need food for my party.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but we are completely booked. We already have three large parties, and we just couldn’t possibly take on a fourth.”

    Customer: “Can you recommend another caterer?”

    Me: “Not really.¬†I’ve never used another caterer, so I can’t recommend one.”

    Customer: “Haven’t you ever been to a party catered by another caterer?”

    Me: “We’re caterers. We don’t go to parties. We work at other people’s parties. ¬†”

    Customer: “IT’S ONLY 25 PEOPLE!”

    Me: “Um… okay.”

    Customer: “You said you have three parties. Couldn’t you just make enough extra food for 25 people and come over and serve it?”

    Me: “You mean cater the party?”

    Customer: “No, just make some food and bring it over and serve it, and clean up afterwards. It’s fairly easy, isn’t it?”

    (I adore it when people tell me my 16 hour a day job is easy.)

    Speed Bumps With Name Tags

    | Ontario, Canada |

    (I’m picking up overstock on the floor, and an elderly lad hits my heel with her shopping cart.)

    Me: “Ow!”

    (The elderly lady proceeds to RAM the shopping cart into my foot until she succeeds in rolling over it completely.)

    Me: “OWW! OWWWWW!”

    Elderly lady: “Hmmm? Ehhh? Did I bump ya?”

    Me: “You rammed right over my foot!”

    Elderly lady: “Well, it shouldn’t be on the floor.”

    Me: “… I’m going on my break.”

    (Turns out she bruised a bone in my foot and tore a ligament by ramming into it.)

    It’s Called Sarcasm

    | Richmond, VA, USA |

    Me: “Thank you for calling [hotel], this is [name]. How may I assist you today?”

    Customer: “What time do you stop room service?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t offer room service.”

    Customer: “What’s up with that?”

    Me: “We don’t have a kitchen in the hotel.”

    Customer: “Well, y’all need to get one!”

    Me: “You’re right. I will start filing for permits and hiring subcontractors and have the kitchen built before you arrive.”

    Customer: “That’s great, you truly offer excellent customer service!”


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