He Is Not The Jaeger Meister
(It’s late Friday night and there are the usual slightly drunk middle-aged men we normally get in the bar.)
Man: “Excuse me, love, can I have a Sambuca?”
Me: “Yes, which flavour would you like?”
Man: “What have you got?”
Me: *goes through all the flavours*
Man: “Just the normal one.”
Me: *sighs* “Okay.”
(I pour a shot of Sambuca and put it in front of him. He stares at it for a few seconds.)
Man: “That’s not what I wanted.”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Man: “That’s not what I wanted. That’s not Jaeger.”
Me: “You wanted Jaeger?”
Man: “Yeah.”
Me: “But asked for Sambuca?”
Man: “Yeah.”
Me: “…”
(I gave up arguing with him cause it was pointless. He eventually paid for a the shot of Sambuca but still seemed pissed off at me for pouring him the “wrong drink”!)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
