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Category: Bad Behavior

Ordered The Chef’s Special

| Bloomington, IN, USA | Bad Behavior, Bizarre

(I’m working the lunch shift in a downtown farm-to-table restaurant. We get a wide range of customers, from college kids and professors, to ladies who lunch. I’ve seated a normal casually dressed man, and one of my servers goes to help him.)

Server: *to me* “There’s something weird about him. He’s not making sense and doesn’t seem to want to place an order.”

Me: “That’s weird. He seemed pretty normal when I sat him. I’ll go talk to him.” *to customer* “Sir, can I start you with something to drink today?”

Customer: *unintelligible mumbling*

Me: “Okay, then. If you don’t wish to place an order today, I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Customer: *more mumbles*

Me: “I’ll have to ask you to leave; the dining room is just for our customers. I’ll give you a moment to collect yourself, but you need to leave.”

(I step away from the table and am walking across the dining room towards the server when she sees something behind me.)

Server: “No, sir! Please be careful! White Coats, I need the White Coats!”

(The customer had picked up a fork and was trying to stick it in an outlet behind the host station. I strong-armed him out of the building while the server got the “White Coats” as backup. The White Coats were our kitchen staff, all wearing chef coats. A wall of them made great backup. The customer wandered away while I called the police. They eventually picked him up; he was off his meds and harassing local shops.)

Half-Baked Assumptions

| VA, USA | Bad Behavior, Bigotry

(I’m shopping at a store I used to work at when a man I don’t know walks up to me.)

Man: “Excuse me, do you know where I can find baking powder?”

Me: “Yeah, it’s over on aisle seven, near the flour.”

Man: “Thanks!”

Me: *after remembering I don’t work here and have nothing on that looks like the uniforms worn there* “Wait, why did you ask me that?”

Man: “Because you’re a woman. All women know where stuff like that is.”

What Came First: The Chicken Or The Crazy?

| Manila, Philippines | Bad Behavior, Bizarre, Food & Drink

(I am by the fresh poultry section waiting for my chicken to be cut by the butcher. There are other people lined up before me so I patiently wait as the line is short, anyway. A lady in her late 50s stretches her hand across me and tries to grab a couple of bags from the cold tray. I slowly back my cart away so she can have room and have ease to get what she wants.)

Lady: “Thank you! I could not get around this line!” *groans* “I’ll just cut these myself instead at home to save time!”

Me: *smiles*

(She then walks away. She comes back after I got my produce and starts another small talk.)

Lady: “Hey, look, these section here has a promo from [Brand]! You can get a FREE kg of chicken if you buy four! How cool is that? And these look so much better than what you got. Yours look a day old. It does not look fresh anymore. You might get a disease out of that.”

Me: *tries to be very polite* “Sorry, but I only need a couple. Also, I’m very certain that what they sell here are fresh everyday.”

Lady: *rudely takes the bags out of my cart and puts the chicken from the promo section* “Here… take these five bags and I’ll pay you half the price when the transaction is done. You can take three bags and I will get two. Totally worth it, right? You definitely saved some money!”

Me: “Can’t you just mind your own business? I told you, I don’t need that much! If you’re in great need of a discount, go buy in the public market!”

(While saying this, I return the items back and get mine.)

Lady: “But I hate the smell there!”

Me: “Not my problem! Ciao!”

Lady: “You better not turn your back from me while I’m talking to you! You need to take these!”

(Security approaches her.)

Security: “Madam, kindly put them down and come with me.”

Lady: “No! I will stay here until I convince this young woman!”

Security: *to me* “Young lady, you can go now. On behalf of the management, I apologize for the inconvenience.” *turns to the woman* “Please, come with me.”

Lady: “No, I’m not going with you!”

(I left the area as soon as the security said, with a smile on my face. When I looked back, the butcher was trying to contain his laughter while security talked with the lady. I paused and tried to watch from the distance. The security left the lady alone and she started to disorganize the fruits & vegetables display.)