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    Don’t Hand It To Racism

    | Chicago, IL, USA | Bigotry, Bizarre, Food & Drink

    (I used to work at a cookie shop at the mall. At this point the customer’s cookie is wrapped and put on the counter in front of me so I can handle her money.)

    Customer: “Where is my cookie?”

    Me: *points* “It’s right there.”

    Customer: “Well, why didn’t you hand it to me?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

    (I pick up the cookie and hand it to her.)

    Customer: “What, do you not touch black people or nothing?!”

    (I have no idea how to react to this as she stomps off.)

    Saved His Bacon

    | SC, USA | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (I’m taking the food to an eight-top table, and everyone gets their food. One customer has ordered a breakfast sandwich on a bagel. The way that we make the sandwiches is by wrapping the meat and cheese in the eggs. It’s basically a folded omelet placed on a bagel. I can tell that the man is a little confused looking at his food, so I wait for him to ask the question.)

    Customer: “I ordered bacon. Where is the bacon?”

    Me: “The bacon is wrapped up in the eggs, and you will find it as soon as you bite into it.”

    (I then go on to ask if there is anything else I can do for the table. For the most part, everyone is fine, and I only have to get a couple of drink refills. However, before I am able to turn around to leave, he asks again:)

    Customer: “Where is my bacon? I ordered bacon on my sandwich?!”

    Me: *looking at him in the eye* “Sir, it is wrapped up inside the eggs. I promise it is there.”

    (I make a quick exit to get the refills and then come back. When I return, I notice that he still has not touched his food, and I am beginning to feel a little annoyed. Unsurprisingly, the first thing he says when I walk in the room is:)

    Customer: “I ordered bacon on my sandwich, and there is no bacon on my sandwich.”

    (Once again I let him know that the bacon is in fact on the sandwich, and that he can’t see it because it is wrapped up in the eggs. Other people at the table begin to ask me random questions about the restaurant and the area, but in the background, all I can hear is him asking for his bacon. I finally turn to the man, and in a rather harsh voice say:)

    Me: “Sir, the bacon is wrapped up in the eggs. Could you please either take a bite of your sandwich or cut it in half to verify that the bacon is there before I leave?”

    (The table was completely quiet and was staring at me. He took a bite of the sandwich, and found that there was, in fact, bacon in the eggs!)

    Acting His Shoe Size

    | NY, USA | Awesome Workers, Rude & Risque

    (I’m 15 and I work at my father’s sports bar. All legal except I can’t carry alcohol. I receive inappropriate comments from time to time from the intoxicated men I’m surrounded by. I am bussing a group’s table when this happens.)

    Customer: “Hey I like your shoes! Do you like mine?”

    Me: “Uh, yeah, sure. They’re nice.”

    Customer: “They’re a size twelve. You know what they say about big feet?”

    (After realizing the situation was heading this direction I tried to come up with the wittiest answer I could muster.)

    Me: “Um, big egos?”

    It’ll Be With You In Two Shakes

    , | Baton Rouge, LA, USA | Awesome Customers, Food & Drink

    (Note that our milkshakes come in small and large, which are served in the small and medium soft drink cups. Our large soft drink cups have a different shape, so they can’t fit under the milkshake spinner. A customer approaches my register to order.)

    Customer: “I just love your peach milkshakes! The large just isn’t big enough though. Why don’t you have them the same sizes as your drinks?”

    (I explain about the machine.)

    Customer: “Oh. So I can’t get an extra large milkshake?”

    Me: “Well, we don’t sell that size. I’m sorry.”

    Customer: “Can’t you figure out how to ring one up? I just love them so much and the large is never enough!”

    (I have an idea and turn to ask my manager, who is over by the drive through. She agrees, so I come back to the customer.)

    Me: “Well, if you want to buy a small and a large shake, I can then combine them into the big cup. It’s the same size ounce-wise.”

    Customer: “Yes! Oh, yes, I would love that. Your milkshakes are just so good!”

    Me: “Okay, that will be [price].”

    (He pays and I go make the milkshakes. While I am, I can hear him telling other customers how awesome our shakes are and how excited he is. My coworkers are amused at me making two shakes and then dumping them into a huge cup. When it’s done, I turn back to the customer.)

    Me: “Do you want whipped cream? I’m afraid the milkshake lid won’t fit since it’s not made for the bigger cup.”

    Customer: “Yes! And that’s okay; I’ll drink it really fast.”

    (I finish off his monster milkshake and hand it to him. He looks like a little kid who’s just met Santa.)

    Customer: “Thanks so much!”

    (He literally skipped out of the restaurant, drinking his shake.)

    A Chain Reaction

    , | TX, USA | Food & Drink, Funny Names, Language & Words

    (I stop at a regional fast food chain restaurant for dinner. As I pay, I accidentally pull out a credit card for a big box chain, but realize my mistake and switch cards before swiping. The cashier talks to someone in the drive-through…)

    Cashier: “Welcome to [Big Box Chain]. I’ll be with you in a minute.”

    (I’m not sure I heard that right, but then…)

    Kitchen Worker: “Uh, [Cashier], you realize this is [Fast Food Chain] and not [Big Box Chain].”

    Me: *loud enough they can hear me in the kitchen* “It’s my fault; I took out my [Fast Food Chain] card and he…” *trail off as I realize* “…now I’m doing it.”

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