Snack Shack Attack

, , | Right | March 21, 2019

(My dad is the president of the baseball league and as such, I spend a lot of time at the baseball field. I often work in our snack shacks. I’m with my younger sister’s friend, working when this happens. An older woman comes up with a young boy who I assume is her grandson.)

Me: “Hello, ma’am, how can I help you today?”

Customer: “One minute!”

(She then spends five minutes pointing out each of our snack options to her grandson and then telling him he won’t like them without consulting him. He then meekly says he wants pretzels. The lady rolls her eyes.)

Customer: “Fine.” *she grabs a bag*

Me: “That will be a dollar, please.”

(The lady starts laughing, half hysterically, half mocking. She stops and realizes I’m not joking.)

Customer: “I know you people want money, but fifty cents would be enough!”

(She pays and storms off.)

Sister’s Friend: “What just happened?”

Me: “H*** if I know.”

(For reference, we bought our snacks in bulk. Pretzels ended up costing us about fifty cents per bag. This insane lady didn’t understand that we were selling the pretzels cheap compared to actual stores.)

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