Pure Polite Is A Rare Delight

| Working | February 19, 2014

(My wife and I go to a sandwich chain restaurant for lunch. There’s a decent line, but the employees are working quickly so the wait isn’t long. My turn comes up to order.)

Me: “I would like a foot-long [bread], please.”

Worker #1: *visibly flinches* “Okay, and what would you like on it.”

Me: “I would like a [sandwich] with cheddar, please.”

Worker #1: *flinches again* “And would you like that toasted?”

Me: “No, thank you.”

(I move down the line to the next station. Worker #2 looks at me expectantly.)

Me: “I would like pickles, tomatoes, and light mayo, please.”

Worker #2: *visibly flinches* “Anything else?”

Me: “No, thank you.”

(We complete our order, and I go to get drinks while my wife pays for our meals. I overhear the cashier talking to my wife while I’m out of sight.)

Cashier: “Ma’am, your husband had us worried. Usually when people are extremely polite, they end up exploding and throwing a fit at some point. That was just totally weird to have someone be polite the whole time!”

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