Unfiltered Story #204321

, , | Unfiltered | August 7, 2020

(I work at a concession stand at the local community pool. Among other things, we sell soft drinks and pizza by the slice. I’m working the register when a regular, known for being difficult, comes up to my window.)

Customer: “I’ll have a slice.”

Me: “Ok”. *shouting back to coworkers* “Pizza!”

Customer: “No, I don’t want pizza. I want a slice.”

Me: “A slice…of pizza?”

Customer: “NO! I want a SLICE!”

Me: “We sell slices of pizza. That’s the only kind of ‘slice’ we sell”

Customer: “I DON’T WANT PIZZA. I WANT A SLICE!”

(By this point the rest of my coworkers are listening in, just as baffled as I am. We go back and forth like this for a couple more minutes, and my patience is wearing thin.)

Me: “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but I have no idea what you are asking for. We sell slices of pizza. I don’t know what else you could be referring to.”

Customer: *rolling her eyes and speaking very slowly* “Do you have anything lemon-lime?”

Me: “Um…we have Sierra Mist.”

Customer: Fine. Give me that.

(We get her the drink and she storms off in a huff, leaving us all baffled. After a quick google search, we learn that Slice is the name of an obscure flavored soda that, according to its wikipedia page, has only been available at Wal-Mart since 2009. I still can’t fathom why this woman thought we would sell it, or even know what it was.)