That Cut Them Down To Size Quickly
(I am waiting for my order in a popular pizza shop. It is late and very busy. A group of rowdy teenagers have just left with a few pizzas, and one of them storms back in to yell at the cashier.)
Customer: “Hey, b****! You didn’t cut my pizza right!”
Cashier: “Ma’am, I am so sorry. I can cut it properly for you.”
Customer: “No, just f****** forget it! You guys suck! You better give me some free cheese bread for all the d*** trouble you put me through! Can’t you do anything right?”
(At this point I see the pizza, and it is just a little bit uncut for one of the slices. I know the girl is only doing this to get some free food. I walk up to her.)
Me: “Do you want some bread?”
Customer: “What?”
Me: “Tell me how many breads you want. Name any number. How many friends do you have with you?”
Customer: “Um, there are eight of us.”
Me: *to cashier* “Please make me four orders of cheese bread and give me two liters of soda.”
(I pay for the food and hand the girl the receipt.)
Me: “Here. I know what your intentions were. How dare you yell at someone for free food? You’re worse than a beggar. Now, apologize to the nice lady, and take your food when it’s ready. I hope you feel guilty eating it.”
(By this time my order had already come out and the whole shop cheered and clapped. The teenager was red in the face and just stared at her feet the whole time her order was being made.)