Turning Into A Boating Disaster

| Calgary, AB, Canada | Crazy Requests, Food & Drink, Money

(I work at a Japanese restaurant, and we do take-outs.)

Customer: “Hi, I’d like to order some takeout, please.”

Me: “Sure! Please take a seat and fill out our takeout menu form, sir.”

(A couple minutes later, the customer approaches me.)

Me: “Hi, ready to order?”

Customer: “Actually, no. It says here on the menu that you guys sell sushi boats for takeout?”

Me: “Yes, we certainly do.”

Customer: “Does it come with the wooden boat?”

Me: “Unfortunately, since this is a takeout order, the love boat order will be packed in a large plastic tray.”

Customer: “Oh, d***. The only reason I would ever order that is if it came with the boat!”

(The customer places his order, and says he’ll be back in 20 minutes to pick it up. He comes back 10 minutes later.)

Customer: “Is my order ready yet?”

Me: “It should be about 10 more minutes. Sorry about that. Would you like a water or hot tea to drink while you wait?”

Customer: “No! Actually, do you know where I can buy alcohol at this time?”

Me: “Unfortunately, I am not of legal drinking age yet so I wouldn’t know.”

Customer: “Does that mean I get a discount on my food?”

Scrambling Up The Order

| Paris, France | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

Woman: “I want an omelette: no mushrooms, no meat, no onion, no salt, no pepper, and could the eggs be scrambled?”

Waiter: “So, you want scrambled eggs with tomatoes and cheese?”

Woman: “No, I want an omelette.”

Not Your Regular Zombie Apocalypse

, | USA | April Fool's Day, Zombies

(I am nearing the end of my shift. Unfortunately the zombie apocalypse started a few hours ago and so my coworkers and I are trying to add defenses to the doors and the windows. An obnoxious regular is trying to get in.)

Regular: “I want my triple cheeseburger, d*** it!”

Me: “Sir! Please get in your car and drive home! Your family will want to see you in this time of need!”

Regular: “F*** my family! And f*** you! You lazy good-for-nothing are just using any excuse not to serve me!”

Coworker: “Sir! Get away from the door! We need to lock it and defend ourselves!”

(My coworker rolls his eyes at the situation and goes into the kitchen to make sure the doors are locked there. Just then, I notice the regular has a bite-mark on his arm.)

Me: “Sir, you’ve been bit!”

Regular: “D*** right! I hit that stupid low-life right back, though! You should–”

(The regular stops talking, a look of abrupt calm on his face. Suddenly, I realize he is turning. I try to finish locking the doors but it is too late. The regular now has a bloodthirsty look in his eyes and is about to attack me, when suddenly…)

Coworker: “Yaaaargh!”

(My coworker rushes a knife from the kitchen. He savagely attacks the zombified regular, with multiple stabs to the brain to bring him down. After the ordeal he is standing there, breathing heavily, covered in blood, staring down at the corpse.)

Me: “Well done getting the zombie.”

Coworker: *looks up in confusion* “He was a zombie?”

Talking Turkey About Tofu

| Chicago, IL, USA | Food & Drink

Me: “Hi, welcome to [Restaurant]. What can I get for you today?

Customer: “Um… well….. hmm… Is there turkey in the turkey sandwich?”

(I have been having a very bad day:)

Me: “Nope. It’s tofu.”

Customer: “Oh, I love tofu. I’ll have that…”

Practically Screaming Your Age

, | Yorktown, VA, USA | At The Checkout, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(I work at a drive-in where you park you car and order food from a speaker, then we bring it to you. Sometimes customers let their kids make the order for them.)

Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. What can I get for you?

(The drive-in is very new, and our headsets have pristine hearing.)

Mother: *whispering* “Tell them, ‘one chocolate milkshake.'”

Child: *screaming* “ONE CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE!”

(I nearly fall over as I jerk the headset off my ears. I can still hear talking through them.)

Mother: *whispering* “One vanilla milkshake.”

Child: *screaming* “ONE VANILLA MILKSHAKE!”

Mother: *whispering* “And two strawberry milkshakes.”

Child: *screaming* TWO STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKES!”

(I gingerly put the headphones back on.)

Me: “Okay, that will be [price]. Will it be cash or card?”

Child: *screaming* “I DON’T KNOW! I’M SIX!”

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