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Customer: “Um… yes, are you guys going to put out more skim milk?”
Me: “Sorry, ma’am, but we’re all out of white milk, both skim and 2%. All we have left is chocolate.”
Customer: “Completely out?”
Me: “Yes, ma’am, we’re completely out.”
Customer: “Oh, well. Do you think you could make some more?”
Me: “Are you serious?!”
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(I work at a drive-in where you park you car and order food from a speaker, then we bring it to you. Sometimes customers let their kids make the order for them.)
Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. What can I get for you?
(The drive-in is very new, and our headsets have pristine hearing.)
Mother: *whispering* “Tell them, ‘one chocolate milkshake.'”
Child: *screaming* “ONE CHOCOLATE MILKSHAKE!”
(I nearly fall over as I jerk the headset off my ears. I can still hear talking through them.)
Mother: *whispering* “One vanilla milkshake.”
Child: *screaming* “ONE VANILLA MILKSHAKE!”
Mother: *whispering* “And two strawberry milkshakes.”
Child: *screaming* TWO STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKES!”
(I gingerly put the headphones back on.)
Me: “Okay, that will be [price]. Will it be cash or card?”
Child: *screaming* “I DON’T KNOW! I’M SIX!”
Customer: “Hi, does your phone number still work?”
Me: “Well, you’re talking to me… so yes.”
(We have a bad coworker who always calls out of shifts last minute, and is late when she does show up. We always have to pick up her slack, and we’re fed up with it. We have all talked to the boss, but he refuses to fire her; we believe he is sleeping with her. Most of us are looking for another job, but jobs are scare around our area.)
Me: *on phone* “Hello, thank you for calling. How may I help you?”
Other Coworker: “[My name], tell the boss I’m not showing up. If [bad coworker] can call out, so can I.” *click*
Me: “Wha?”
(This is bad, because I can’t do everything alone. I call the bad coworker, who doesn’t answer. Then I call the boss, who says he’s calling our bad coworker. Soon after, the bad coworker hurries in, her hair messed up like she just rode in the back of a motorcycle.)
Me: “Phew! You made it!”
Bad Coworker: “Never mind that! Why didn’t you call me first? You tattletale!”
Me: “I did call you, but you didn’t answer!”
Bad Coworker: “F*** that! My phone’s always on! You’re just a tattletale, trying to get me in trouble!”
Me: “So let me get this straight: I have to call you to come in on time?”
Bad Coworker: “Yes! Is there a problem with that?”
Me: “…”
(A former guest calls on the phone.)
Guest: “Hello. My son’s basketball team stayed there yesterday, and apparently, my son left his sneakers and all of his clothes in the room.”
Agent: “Ah, yes. I see a bag here the housekeepers dropped off. You will need to contact a next-day mail service and have them send us a pre-paid shipping box, and we will have them sent to you.”
Guest: “WHAT!? I HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT!? You should just send them to me! Everywhere I’ve ever stayed at before sent things to me that I left behind! This is outrageous!”
Agent: “I’m sorry, ma’am. This is our hotel’s policy.”
(The guest slams down the phone but calls back five minutes later.)
Guest: “I’m sorry I got so upset. You see, I am a Christian missionary on a charity mission and I have very little disposable funds. Please call your boss and kindly ask him to pay for the shipping and tell him to consider it an act of charity. Thankyougodblessyoujesuspleaseplease.”
(I call the hotel owner, the most frugal man I have ever met and a devout Hindu.)
Owner: “Call her back and tell her we will be very happy to drop her son’s clothes off at a nearby homeless shelter and she and Jesus can feel very good about the clothes being given to people needier than herself. A wonderful act of charity on her part.”
(I tell the guest:)
Guest: “I’ll send the box…”
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