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    A Good Ol’ Fashioned A** Whoopin’, Part 2

    | Turin, Italy | Awesome Customers, Top, Wild & Unruly

    (I’m a customer at a local restaurant. It’s 7:30 pm, so most of the customers haven’t arrived yet and the place is pretty quiet. All of a sudden, a middle-aged customer starts shouting randomly and making obscene gestures to people. A waitress tries to calm him down, but he just doesn’t listen. This goes on for a while, until the same waitress approaches an elderly couple with their dinner.)

    Elderly Wife: “Thank you, dear. Is there any way to make that horrible man stop yelling?”

    Waitress: “I am sorry, ma’am. He keeps ignoring us.”

    Elderly Husband: “He’s just a little kid hoping for attention. Kick him out.”

    Waitress: “I am terribly sorry, but it is our policy not to kick customers unless they are posing a threat to someone. We can not even touch him.”

    Elderly Husband: “Well, that doesn’t apply to me, does it?”

    (With that, the elderly husband stands up, reaches the middle-aged customer and grabs him by an ear. He then drags him on the floor and out of the restaurant, eventually kicking him in the butt. When he comes back to his table, he hands the waitress 40 euros.)

    Elderly Husband: “For the glass he broke on his way out. Bad kids always need a good kick in the butt!”

    A Good Ol’ Fashioned A** Whoopin’

    Just Plain Nuts

    | Panama City Beach, FL, USA | Food & Drink, Health & Body, Top

    Customer: “So, does the Rocky Road have peanuts in it? I’m allergic to peanuts.”

    Me: “I’m afraid it does, sir. I’d recommend the Cookie Dough; it’s very good.”

    Customer: “No, no, I’ve had that before. Thanks for telling me about the Rocky Road though. Allergies, you know?”

    Me: “Yes, sir, my friend is very allergic to peanuts, too.”

    Customer: “You’re such a nice girl. All right, I think I’ll have vanilla with the peanut butter candy on top.”

    Me: “Sir? Um… the candy has p—”

    Customer: “Look, kiddo, you were a big help but gimme my darn ice cream, okay? I’m in a bit of a hurry!”

    Me: “Sir, you just told me you had a peanut allergy. I can’t in good conscience give you that topping.”

    Customer: “You’re a teenager. You don’t have a conscience! You’re probably waiting for your boyfriend to show up so you can have sex and do drugs!”

    Me: *dumbstruck*

    Other Customer: “Hey, jerkface, she’s trying to tell you that the candy has peanuts in it! For not having a conscience, she’s being pretty nice about keeping you out of the hospital!”

    Customer: *leaves in a huff*

    Other Customer: “I’m not allergic to peanuts or delusional. One Rocky Road!”

    Retail Can Leave You Bor-g-ed Stiff

    | Michigan, USA | Bizarre

    (It’s towards the end of my work day, and I grab at the first item in a customer’s order right as she swipes her card.)

    Me: “I’m sorry, your card did not read as I hadn’t scanned the first item yet.”

    Customer: “NOOO!”

    Me: *surprised* “Huh?”

    Customer: “You have ROBOT-ITIS!”

    Me: “Huh?”

    Customer: “You said that like you say it a million times a day! Put more feeling into it, Miss Robot!”

    Your Bigotry Is Kilting Me

    | Portland, OR, USA | Bigotry, Top

    (I’m working at the entrance of a local heritage fair when a white pickup truck pulls up. The driver, a large middle-aged man, gets out and stomps towards my desk.)

    Customer: *slams his hands on the table* “What the f*** do you Mexicans think you’re doing?”

    Me: *confused* “Sir, we—”

    Customer: “Look, I don’t want you d*** w******* here in the first place. I want you all back over the border where you belong!”

    Me: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re being very offensive, and this is—”

    Customer: “But if you’re going to come to my godd*** country, you’re going to act like real Americans and not fly those f***ing Mexican flags and speak that s***-eating language, and you aren’t gonna celebrate being a bunch of f***ing foreigners!”

    Me: “Security to entrance!”

    Customer: *jumps back into his car and starts driving off* “Go back to Mexico!”

    (The racist driver never returned. The heritage event in question, by the way, was the Scottish Highland Games.)

    Not Two Bright

    | Texas, USA | Food & Drink, Math & Science

    (I work in a Mexican restaurant where I host and take to-go orders. We have a special on the menu where you can get a plate of 1-4 items (a dollar more for each item added) starting off at $9.49. A regular calls in her order.)

    Me: “Thank you for choosing [restaurant]. This is [name]. How may I help you?”

    Customer: “Yes, I want two of your lunch specials. I want two beef tacos on one plate and one beef taco and one beef enchilada on the other plate.”

    Me: “Alright, on the first plate did you want two crispy beef tacos or soft?”

    Customer: “Uhm, one crispy and one soft.”

    Me: “Alright, and on the second plate did you want a soft beef taco or crispy?

    Customer: *gets irritated* “UGH! CRISPY!”

    Me: “Okie dokie, and what kinda sauce on the enchilada?”

    Customer: “Queso. Now, can you repeat my order back so I can make sure you got it right?”

    Me: “Yes ma’am, I have a Combo #2 with two beef tacos, one crispy and one soft. Then I have another Combo #2 with one beef crispy taco and one beef enchilada with queso on top.”

    Customer: “NO! I said TWO lunch specials!”

    Me: *confused* “Yes ma’am, two combos on our lunch menu, right?”

    Customer: “NO! I want two crispy beef tacos on one, two soft beef tacos on another, and one beef crispy taco and one beef enchilada on the other!”

    Me: “So, you want three lunch specials?”

    Customer: “NO! I want TWO!”

    Me: “Yes ma’am, two plates.”

    I re-write the order and repeat back her new order. She’s satisfied, so I ring up the three plates as opposed to two.)

    Me: “Alrighty, your food should be ready in the next 15 minutes or so!”

    Customer: “Okay!” *hangs up*

    (15 minutes later, the customer arrives to pick up her order.)

    Customer: “It was just the hardest having you take my order, missy!”

    Me: “I’m sorry. You kept saying you wanted two plates when really it was three.”

    Customer: “BECAUSE IT IS TWO! GOD!”

    Me: “Alright, your total will be [price].”

    (She pays, and I hand her her bag.)

    Customer: *pulls out the boxes* “SEE?! TWO!” *happily walks out the door*

    (The customer was holding three boxes.)

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