Oh Jews

(I wait tables at a local place known specifically for its ribs. Sauce on the side was a common request. A coworker runs into the back frustrated.)

Coworker: “I don’t f****** understand this guy. I’ve brought him six cups of sauce on the side and he’s mad. He wants a manager.”

(The manager isn’t back there so I go out to try and smooth things over.)

Me: “Sir, I understand there is an issue. Hopefully I can take care of it for you.”

Customer: “This better not be a joke. I’ve asked repeatedly for au jus and my server keeps bringing me cups of bbq sauce.”

(I grab the au jus from the line and the customer is satisfied. I hunt down my coworker.)

Me: “What just happened? He asked for au jus and you brought him a cup of bbq each time.”

Coworker: “Au jus? What’s that? I thought he was asking for ‘Jew sauce.'”

Me: *right eye starts twitching*