I work at a restaurant/bar. An electrical circuit breaks, so our cash register, fridges, lamps, and stereo stop working. We have about ten minutes left until we are going to call our last round anyway, so we tell everyone the situation.

Me: “We’re trying to get the cash register to work as soon as possible so that you can pay.”

While we fix it, three men walk up to the bar.

Me: “Hi. I’m sorry, but we have closed the bar because we are closing soon.”

I personally told them that we had closed the bar just ten minutes ago.

Customer #1: *Ignoring me completely* “Well, I would like a Carlsberg.”

Customer #2: “How long are you open?”

I’m looking at them and can’t understand what they actually said.

Me: “Oh, maybe you didn’t hear me… We just closed the bar.”

Customer #2: “But you can still order… can’t you?”

Me: “No, we are closed. We are not selling anymore.”

Customer #2: “Oh… I understand… bye.”

It was so weird because it felt like talking to a wall.

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Not So Closed Minded, Part 29
Not So Closed Minded, Part 28

I am grabbing a drink during happy hour while my friend is bartending. The place has just opened, so it is pretty slow. A woman walks up and looks at the specials board. One of the happy hour specials is some fancy-pants vodka/lemonade/watermelon cocktail, which the woman orders.

She watches my friend make the drink with the three of us chatting the entire time. My friend finishes and hands the drink over the bar to the customer.

Customer: “Wait… does that have alcohol in it? Oh, no, I didn’t want any alcohol.”

Friend: “Yes… you saw me making it and adding the vodka.”

Customer: “I thought you were making it for someone else.”

Friend: “You are literally the only customer in here.”

I’m vision-impaired. I went to a bar with my sister and some friends. They were guiding me, so I was wearing my sunglasses but not using my white cane.

I tried to order a drink.

Bartender: “Why are you wearing sunglasses?”

Me: “I’m vision-impaired.”

Bartender: “But you’re looking right at me.”

Me: *Pause* “I don’t have eyesight but I still have a face!”

Bartender: “If you’re so blind, how’d you read the menu, then?”

Me: “My sister read it to me!”

Bartender: “But you’re looking right at me!”

Me: “…”

After an email and phone call to management, I got a big apology and was told that if we come back at a later date, to let them know and we can have a private room with free drinks.

I’m working a slow lunch shift at a restaurant bar one day when a lady comes in to grab some food. She sits at the bar rail and reads and keeps to herself. No complaints from me as I’m prepping the bar for the busy evening shift and doing other manager duties. She ordered a vegetarian item from our menu which is one of our most popular dishes. 

Me: “Ma’am, how’s your sandwich?”

Customer: “It’s terrible. People actually get this?”

Me: “Oh, wow. I’m really sorry to hear that. People tend to love that sandwich, but I would be happy to replace it for you with something else if you would like.”

Customer: “…wow. Why would you say that to me?”

Me: “I’m sorry, what did I say?”

Customer: “That people ‘tend to love that sandwich’? Are you calling me a liar?”

Me: “Oh, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant that I rarely hear complaints about that sandwich, but if you don’t like it, that’s totally fine. Not everybody likes the same things, and I’d be happy to replace it.”

Customer: “So, I’m just lying to get free food? You can kiss my tiny a**! I’m never coming back here.”

She storms out without paying. (I was going to comp her lunch anyway — no big deal.) But she leaves her jacket and wallet on the bar top.

She comes back ten minutes later to grab her things, and she speaks to me much more politely than before.

Customer: “I left my coat and wallet here, did someone grab them?”

I can’t resist.

Me: “Yeah, I put them here in the lost and found. Here you go. You know, most people also tend to take their wallet and coat with them when they leave.”

Customer: “A**hole!”

I am enjoying some drinks in a bar in the daytime with some coworkers. (We work odd shifts; day drinking isn’t strange for us.) We’re watching footage on the news on the TV behind the bar about SpaceX and the launch of its “Starship” rocket.

One of the semi-drunk regulars is also watching and starts complaining loudly when the news anchors start talking about the reusability of the rocket, which is how it’s designed to be cheaper than regular rocket launches.

Bar Regular: “Reusable? Like that sustainable stuff? That sounds liberal and socialist to me!”

Me: “It’s liberal and socialist to try to cut costs and maximize profits?”

Bar Regular: “It means they make less rockets, don’t it? Less factory work for people like me! That’s socialism!”

Me: “I really don’t think you know what any of these words mean.”

Bar Regular: “They should lock up the guy making these rockets for being a socialist!”

Me: “You think Elon Musk is a socialist?”

Bar Regular: “What do fragrances have to do with it?”

Related:
The More You Read, The Worse It Gets, Part 5
The More You Read, The Worse It Gets, Part 4
The More You Read, The Worse It Gets, Part 3
The More You Read, The Worse It Gets, Part 2
The More You Read, The Worse It Gets

We don’t quite think this customer knows enough about socialism to be making these statements. Then again, even worse examples can be found in these 16 Funny Stories About Customers Who Don’t Quite Know What Communism Is.