Can Only Count To Two
(This happens at least once every day, without fail.)
Customer: *walking up to me, confused* “What theater is my movie in?”
Me: “Can I see your ticket?”
(The customer hands me their ticket, which has the theater number printed in large, bold text that takes up more than a third of the ticket.)
Me: “That’d be theater number four. For future reference, it’s right here on the ticket.”
Customer: *annoyed* “Well, how should I know that?!”
Me: “Because it’s right there on the ticket?”
Customer: *sighs* “Whatever.”
(There is a brief, awkward pause.)
Me: “Is there something else I can help you with?”
Customer: “Where is theater number four?”
(I point to the theater, which is clearly marked with large numbers on either side of the doors and a large sign with the name of the movie playing.)
Me: “It’s right there, sir. The one marked ‘Theater #4.'”
Customer: *suddenly angry* “HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT?!”
(One of these days, I swear, I’m going to respond with what I’m really thinking: “Because, unlike you, I ACTUALLY USE my basic powers of observation like a responsible adult. Do I need to hold your hand and walk you to your seat as well?”)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
