Unfiltered Story #67066

Unfiltered | January 15, 2016

(I’m a hostess at a BBQ restaurant. We serve all of our drinks in mason jar glasses. I’m dusting the front foyer when a group walks past me on their way out, one of the girls is carrying a glass.)

Me: Miss, can I get you a to-go drink?

Customer: Can’t I just take this one?

Me: I can get you the same drink, just in a plastic cup with a lid and such.

Customer: But I want this cup.

Me: I’m sorry, you can’t take our glasses, they’re our property.

(She begrudgingly hands me the glass and stalks out.)