In Good Companion Company

| Robeline, LA, USA | Family & Kids, Geeks Rule, Movies & TV

(I have two piercings in each ear and am wearing some very geeky earrings. Customers keep commenting on one pair, Nintendo controllers, but are confused as to what the other pair is. Until a young girl, who is maybe six, comes in with her mom.)

Little Girl: *wide eyed* “Is that a Tardis!?”

Me: *smiling* “Yes, it is! No one has figured it out all day.”

Little Girl: *excitedly* “Does that mean you’re the Doctor?!” *to her mom* “Is the Doctor a girl now?!”

Mom: *sternly* “No, the Doctor isn’t a girl.”

Little Girl: *sadly* “Oh…”

Mom: *brightly* “But that just means she’s his companion!”

Little Girl: “OH!” *grins* “Yeah! The Doctor does like gingers, doesn’t he?”

Me: *putting a finger to my lips* “Shh! Don’t tell anyone my secret!”

Little Girl: “Okay!”

(After her mom pays for their things, the little girl turns and waves before they leave.)

Little Girl: “By Miss the Doctor’s Companion! Beware the Daleks!”

(Best customers ever!)

It’ll Be With You In Two Shakes

, | Baton Rouge, LA, USA | Awesome Customers, Food & Drink

(Note that our milkshakes come in small and large, which are served in the small and medium soft drink cups. Our large soft drink cups have a different shape, so they can’t fit under the milkshake spinner. A customer approaches my register to order.)

Customer: “I just love your peach milkshakes! The large just isn’t big enough though. Why don’t you have them the same sizes as your drinks?”

(I explain about the machine.)

Customer: “Oh. So I can’t get an extra large milkshake?”

Me: “Well, we don’t sell that size. I’m sorry.”

Customer: “Can’t you figure out how to ring one up? I just love them so much and the large is never enough!”

(I have an idea and turn to ask my manager, who is over by the drive through. She agrees, so I come back to the customer.)

Me: “Well, if you want to buy a small and a large shake, I can then combine them into the big cup. It’s the same size ounce-wise.”

Customer: “Yes! Oh, yes, I would love that. Your milkshakes are just so good!”

Me: “Okay, that will be [price].”

(He pays and I go make the milkshakes. While I am, I can hear him telling other customers how awesome our shakes are and how excited he is. My coworkers are amused at me making two shakes and then dumping them into a huge cup. When it’s done, I turn back to the customer.)

Me: “Do you want whipped cream? I’m afraid the milkshake lid won’t fit since it’s not made for the bigger cup.”

Customer: “Yes! And that’s okay; I’ll drink it really fast.”

(I finish off his monster milkshake and hand it to him. He looks like a little kid who’s just met Santa.)

Customer: “Thanks so much!”

(He literally skipped out of the restaurant, drinking his shake.)

His Car Needs Some Juice

| TX, USA | Crazy Requests, Transportation

(I work at a grocery store that has a small gas station located in its parking lot. Every morning whoever opens goes and gets merchandise from inside the main store to stock our shelves, usually the supervisor. I am the mid-shift so I watch the register and help the opener stock when I can. My supervisor and I are outside stocking sodas when I see a man walking towards the mostly empty gas station with an empty juice jug in hand. I think to myself he probably just needs water for his car. I am inside the kiosk selling gas to another customer when the man with the jug approaches the window.)

Customer: “I need to get some gas.” *starts digging in his pockets*

Me: “And you want to put it in that?” *motions to jug*

Customer: “Yeah.”

Me: “I can’t do that, sir. It’s not a proper container. It must read ‘flammable’. We do however sell gas cans for [price].”

(I try to steer him away from this, as it is dangerous. On top of that gas is high and he’d probably spill more than he got in his vehicle.)

Customer: “I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”

Supervisor: *standing right behind him* “I’m the manager out here.”

(He took off after that, leaving his juice jug ON TOP of the garbage can.)