Please, No Morey!
(I have just finished ordering a drink. Everything goes smoothly until the barista asks me my name.)
Barista: “What’s your name?”
Me: “Murray.”
Barista: “Okay, Mary.”
Me: “No, Murray.”
Barista: “Miri?”
Me: *very loud and clear* “No, it’s Murray.”
Barista: “Maury?”
Me: *frustrated* “No… just write Muriel.”
Barista: “Okay, Mural.”
Me: “It’s Muriel.”
Barista: “Okay, wait over there.”
Me: “Thank you.”
(I was relieved when I thought the barista figured out my name but that feeling didn’t last. I picked up my drink and noticed that the barista had written “Merry Al” on my cup.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?