Little Orange Lies
(I work in the bar of a restaurant. Part of my job includes receiving orders via ticket from the waitresses, making the drinks, and serving them. I get a ticket: orange and passion fruit J2O, and a Carlsberg. The J2O in question is served with ice and a slice of orange. I take the tray to the table.)
Me: “Good evening. The J2O?”
Man: “That’s hers.” *indicates woman next to him*
Me: “There you are.” *hands her drink and glass*
Woman: *pushes it away* “No, no, no! I am allergic; no orange!” *takes drinks bottle*
Me: “Oh, okay. I’m sorry about that. I’ll get you a fresh glass.”
(On returning to the table with a fresh glass without a slice of orange, it dawned on me that her drink also contained orange. Since she was there another hour or so without any need for medical assistance, I’m assuming she wasn’t actually allergic.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever met a customer who thought the world revolved around them?
