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Having A Corn Squabble

| CA, USA | Food & Drink

(At my work we have a combo option, which is one side and a drink, and a platter option, which comes with two sides and a drink. On this day, we are severely short-staffed so my manager has to cook. I’m packing orders when I notice an order says platter, but only has one side listed and an extra side charged. My coworker says he must have pressed the wrong button ringing it up, so i call over the customer to work it out.)

Me: “Hi, I’m sorry, it seems my coworker accidentally rang you up for a platter, which comes with two sides, and I noticed you already paid for another side, so if you want I can give you one extra side for no extra charge.”

Customer: “I already have everything I want.”

Me: “I understand that, sir, but I’m saying you paid for another side by accident, so I’m asking what you want.”

Customer: “I told you I already have everything I want. I don’t want anything else.”

Me: “In that case, I have to call over my manager to refund the extra side you were charged for. Are you sure? Because you essentially have a free side coming at you.”

Customer: “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want another side.”

(I call over my manager, who takes a couple minutes as she is in the middle of dropping chicken in the fryer, and return to packing orders. As my manager refunds the customer for the extra side, I hear him ask her this.)

Customer: “Did I get corn with that?”

(Manager turns to me; I shake my head no. By this point his refund has been completed.)

Manager: “No, sir, you didn’t.”

Customer: “Can I add a corn, then, please?”

Me: *internally screams*

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Whatever Ice-Cream Floats Your Boat

| ON, Canada | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Food & Drink

(I’m the customer in this one. My siblings, my boyfriend and I go to a fast food joint late at night. Everyone wants ice cream floats! We get to the cashier, everyone orders what they want and now it’s my turn…)

Cashier: “And what kind of pop would you like?”

(I thought all floats were default root beer and vanilla ice cream, so when she asks my brain is just like NOPE and flat-lines. I don’t know what happened but I just kinda… forgot I was getting a root beer float because the question broke my brain.)

Me: “Uh… Coke?”

Cashier: *looks at me* “… and type of ice cream?”

Me: “Chocolate.”

(My siblings are like, what is wrong with you? I went beet red of embarrassment and everyone including the cashier was laughing. I shrug it off and said I was doing it on purpose. It wasn’t awful… but I really wished it was root beer and vanilla. I was totally not drinking or high, but probably made that girl’s night!)

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Freedom Of Screech

| USA | Politics

(I am working as an inspector at a polling place during the recent primary. A rule that has been in place as long as I can remember is that you cannot engage in electioneering – i.e. trying to influence others’ vote – within 100 feet of the polling place. This includes partisan apparel as well as verbal electioneering. I have already had to tell several people to take off their buttons, caps, etc. Most grumble but comply.)

Me: “Sir, you need to turn that shirt inside out.”

Man: “What? Why?”

Me: “Because it advertises a candidate, so it’s considered electioneering.”

Man: “You’re suppressing my freedom of speech!”

Me: *using the broken record technique* “No, it’s considered electioneering. There’s a restroom in the building where you can turn it inside out.”

Man: “Okay, but I want you to show me where it’s written I have to do that!”

(He’s on the roster and registered with a party, so none of that is an issue, and he gets his ballot and goes to vote. This gives me time to look through the Poll Worker Guide, where it says exactly what constitutes electioneering, and – surprise, surprise! – it says just what I told him, and then some. When he finishes voting, I show him the passage and, as requested, read it out to him word for word.)

Man: “I want to file a complaint! What’s your name?!”

(I hand him a card with the number of the Elections Office, upon which I write my name, position, the name of the polling place, and its ID number.)

Man: “So you’re telling me I can’t show my support for [Candidate]?”

Me: “You can, but it has to be at least 100 feet away from the polling place. Once you get there, you can turn your shirt back out.”

Man: “And you’re telling me that’s not suppressing my freedom of speech?!”

Me: *again* “No, it’s considered electioneering and it’s not allowed within 100 feet of the polling place.”

Man: *huffily* “Well, I bet if I asked around, people would say it was an issue of freedom of speech!” *storms out*

(I called the elections office and told them what happened, and they told me I was 100% in the right. No idea if he ever called and lodged that complaint, but if he did they probably told him the same thing.)

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