Me: “What can I fix for you today?”
Customer: “Uh, I’ll have a Tai Chi.”
Customer: “A Tai Chi!”
Me: “Oh, you mean a Chai Tea!”
Customer: “No, it’s a TAI CHI!”
Next Customer: “Ma’am, Tai Chi is a form of Asian exercise.”
Me: *to first customer* “Here’s your drink.”
Customer: *snaps up her drink and rushes out*
Next Customer: “Whatcha got in an aerobic latte?”
So Long, Sexism: This week, we feature five stories of employees dealing with (and often overcoming) sexist remarks from customers!
- The Estrogen Empire Strikes Back:
A sexist fast food customer faces women in power–everywhere!
- The Land Of Milk And Money:
Don’t have a cow, man–ladies understand farming, too.
- Cross-Platform Chromosomes:
Games may be platform-specific, but video gamers are gender neutral!
- Now Accepting Immigrants From Femmerica:
News flash from Bigotland: half of America ain’t American.
- The Spice Girls Have A Lot To Answer For:
Yes, “Ladies go first”–except when they’re cutting in line!
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(We used to have a candy topping for a certain holiday drink. It was discontinued because people found it unpleasant. One customer went as far as to claim that a barista “must have dropped fried rice from their lunch into the drink”. There had been a minor incident over it, and the customer was outraged. This takes place the following year in the drive-thru.)
Coworker: “Hi, here’s your latte! Have a nice night.”
Customer: “Where’s the candied ginger from last year? I only ordered this because I wanted the ginger. I’m not going to enjoy my drink as much now!”
Coworker: “Well, we don’t use it any more because people didn’t like it. Someone even insisted there was rice in their drink! Isn’t that kind of funny?”
Customer: “Oh yes…I remember. Uh…that was me, actually.” *drives away sheepishly*
(I work in a coffee shop. I am on break in the lobby when a couple walks in. Directly behind them is a cute little boy in Batman costume.)
Me: “Oh my God! It’s BATMAN!”
(The boy stops, strikes a pose and starts looking around menacingly. After a few seconds, he approaches the counter.)
Mother: “Jeff, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “I am not Jeff. I am The Batman.”
Mother: “The Batman, would you like a chocolate milk?”
Boy: “Yes. Yes, The Batman would.”
(The couple pays while the boy sits down with his chocolate milk. He keeps a stern look on his face as he sips the drink.)
Boy: *sips* “Gotham is safe.”