Unfiltered Story #181173

, , | Unfiltered | December 30, 2019

(A middle-aged lady comes up and orders a strawberry milkshake. My colleague pumps the strawberry syrup into a milkshake cup in preparation.)
Customer: So where are the strawberries?
My colleague: Excuse me?
Customer: Where. Are. The. Strawberries. For my milkshake.
(My colleague looks at the various flavoured syrup pumps clearly visible from the front counter)
My colleague: We crushed them fresh this morning, ma’am.
Customer: Oh… okay.
(And I suppose we melted the chocolate and cooked the vanilla beans and juiced the limes as well!)