Slaving Over The Customer Service

(I’m meeting a friend of mine for lunch at a local pizza place that has a small dine-in area. I’m having a terrible day at work and I’m running a little late. I ask my friend to go in early and order and find a place to sit. When I arrive, there is an employee at the counter who smiles and greets me.)

Worker: “Hi! Welcome to [Pizza Place]. What can I get for you today?”

(I quickly glance around and find my friend at a nearby booth.)

Me: *pointing at friend* “Just him, thanks!”

Worker: *without missing a beat, her smile never leaving her face* “I’m sorry,  sir, but [Pizza Place] bylaws expressly state that the buying and selling of humans on [Pizza Place] property is strictly forbidden. Could I offer you a small beverage instead?”

(My friend and I, as well as a few other customers, had a good laugh about that. On my way out I slipped the employee a tip and thanked her for making my day.)