Unfiltered Story #216818

, , , | Unfiltered | November 30, 2020

(We’re a pizza franchise associated with extreme sports. Our color schemes are bright red and yellow. The counters are bright red, the walls are bright red, even the tables and chairs are bright red. Our in-store Muzak is usually some kind of hard rock. Next door to us is a coffee shop. Their colors are green and brown, and their in-store Muzak is usually jazz, folk, or acoustic covers of pop songs. One morning around 11am, a customer comes in and stares at our menu a while.)

Me: Morning, sir! What can we get you today?

Customer: I just want a coffee. Black.

Me: Err, unfortunately, sir, we don’t sell coffee, but we have a soda fountain or some energy drinks in the cooler.

(The customer’s expression immediately changes to one of anger and he shouts at me:)

Customer: YOU’RE A G*D D*MN COFFEE SHOP! WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T SELL COFFEE!?

(I take a step back from the counter and make a wide gesture with my arms. On our walls are pictures of people participating in extreme sports, like snowboarding, rock climbing, and whitewater rafting. We have light fixtures made from halves of surf boards. There are giant pictures of pizzas on our overhead menus, and there’s a big screen TV in the corner which is tuned to a sports channel.)

Me: We’re a pizza restaurant, sir.

Customer: NO, THIS IS–

(He stopped short, seemed to finally LOOK at where he was standing, and then he grunted, turned on his heel and stormed out without another word. I guess he really needed that cup of coffee!)