Unfiltered Story #182207

I’m a 6’4, 350-lb male working the closing shift with one other girl in the food area of a prominent furniture chain. The girl working with me is 5’6, very sweet, and heavily accented. I’m coming back from a break, when I hear this exchange begin.

Co-Worker: One vanilla cone, that’ll be one dollar.
Customer: I want it in a cup.
Co-Worker: Certainly, though there is an extra charge. One-fifty.
Customer: No I want it for one dollar.
Co-worker: I’m sorry, but there is a price difference.
Customer: But I want it in a cup.

This continues for a couple of minutes, until I walk out, and smile.

Me: Evening.

The customer looks over, looks UP at me, turns to her and bows his head a little.

Customer: I’ll just have the cones.

She wanders off to make them, trying not to crack up.