(A well-dressed woman enters the store and hands me a note.)
Customer: “Could you get this order ready for me, please? I’ll be back in ten minutes.”
(I look at the note, but it’s blank.)
Me: “There is nothing written on this note.”
Customer: “Well, I decided to surprise myself today with my purchases.”
Me: “Okay…that’s new, but I’ll see what I can do!”
(Ten minutes later, she returns.)
Customer: “So, what did I buy today?”
Me: *hands her a bag* “Three pounds of bread crust to feed the ducks in the park. They are free of charge.”
Customer: *surprised* “Oh! I was planning to go to the hairdresser, but this is…DUCKS, YOU SAY? Well, off to the park, then! Goodbye!”
Spelling Disasters! This week, we share five stories of customers with spelling so bad, they need it spelled out for them!
- Their Spelling Is Wrong, But They Are Sticking To It:
E is for Elmer’s Eskimos—you know, the ones that live in Eglues!
- It’s Spelled I-d-i-o-t:
Welcome to Indiamimbindokiamn, Indiana. Population: Stupid!
- I Have Lost A Dream:
A lost customer does battle with an abbreviation—and loses.
Congra-du-lations, your cake’s spelling is a lie!
- Spelling Gone Rogue:
Somehow, “going rouge” doesn’t have the same ring to it.
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(Our bakery is situated in a large outlet mall which attracts a lot of tourists. Our chocolate croissants are labeled as “pain au choc.”)
Me: “Hi there! Can I get you anything?”
Customer: “Hello, can I have one choc?”
Me: “We have a few chocolate things. What’s the full name?”
Customer: “I want…your pain.”
Customer: “Can I have this loaf of bread sliced?”
Me: “Absolutely. Would you like that sliced thin or regular?”
Customer: “Well, I don’t know what you call it, but I want it sliced like this…”
(He pulls slice of bread from his pocket and hands it to me.)
Customer: “You can keep that. The wife and I couldn’t agree on how thick it was, so I thought it would be best to bring in a piece from the last loaf and let an expert look at it. ”
(At this point I’m a little dumbfounded, and trying hard to keep a straight face.)
Customer: “Yeah, the wife’s idea of four inches and my idea of four inches aren’t exactly the same thing, if you know what I mean.”
(I slice the loaf of bread for the man and hand it to him.)
Me: *laughing* “Here’s your bread, sir. Have a nice day.”
Manager: *laughing* “You’re gonna love this. There was a complaint against you.”
Me: “Oh, okay?”
Manager: “Apparently you…um, package bread sticks suggestively.”
Manager: “Yeah. This is what the actual complaint says: ‘She slid the bread stick into the paper bag while looking at my husband and smiling. I just know she was trying to flirt with him! We couldn’t even eat it, thanks to that hussy!’”
(My manager and I crack up laughing. I’m a lesbian.)