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The Sauce Of Your Confusion

| USA | Food & Drink, Language & Words, Popular

(Unfortunately, I am the stupid customer in this story while dining with my family.)

Waitress: “May I take your order?”

Me: “Yes! May I please have the grouper fish sandwich? But instead of tartar sauce, may I have broccoli?”

Waitress: *pauses* “I’m sorry, what was that last part?”

Me: “Can I substitute the tartar sauce for broccoli with my sandwich?”

Waitress: “You… uh… did you want the broccoli, like, on the sandwich?”

Me: “What? No. I just want broccoli instead of the tartar sauce.”

Waitress: *clearly confused* “Um… well…”

Sister: *laughing* “[My Name], are you confusing tartar sauce with coleslaw?”

Me: *turning a deep shade of red* “Oh, my God… What did I say?”

Waitress: “I thought I was the one going crazy!”

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Barking Mad

| VA, USA | Bizarre

(I work in the back offices of a museum. While this area is technically not off limits to the public, I seldom see anyone other than coworkers because this section of the building only contains offices and classrooms. A jingling sound comes from hallway, followed by “yip! yip!”)

Me: *to myself* “What on earth was that?”

(An elderly woman carrying a small dog on a leash suddenly peers into my office.)

Woman: “Where can I mail this?”

Me: *staring at shock at the dog inside a museum* “I’m sorry, what?”

Woman: “This. Where can I mail this?” *waves a stamped envelope at me*

Me: “Um, at a post office?”

Woman: “Where’s that?”

Me: *still eyeing the dog* “Outside somewhere? This is an art museum.”

(With a “Humph!” the woman put the dog down and walked indignantly away. I still have no idea how she got that dog in there or why she thought she could mail a letter!)

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Gin-uanally Confusing

| Cleveland, OH, USA | Food & Drink, Popular

Customer: “I would like a martini, please.”

Me: “Sure, how would you like it?”

Customer: “What?”

Me: “What kind of martini?”

Customer: “…”

Me: “Gin or vodka?”

Customer: “Gin. Oh! And no vermouth.”

Me: “Okay, so, just chilled gin in a martini glass?”

Customer: “No, not chilled!”

Me: “You just want warm gin in a martini glass?”

Customer: “No! I just want it in a small glass.”

Me: “So… you’re asking me for a shot of gin?”

Customer: “Yes…”