Employee: “What drink would you like?”
Me: “I’d like a lemonade, please.”
Employee: “Okay, I’ll go get it for you.”
Me: “Okay.”
(The employee disappears around the corner to get my drink. Meanwhile, a slightly overweight man with a tag reading “Manager” comes along.)
Manager: “Hi, how can I help you today?”
Me: “I’m being served already. You don’t need to serve me.”
Manager: “No.”
Me: “Sorry? No? Oh, well… um… I guess you can watch?”
(At this point, an employee comes back with a can of soda.)
Me: “Oh, no, sorry. I said lemonade.”
Employee: “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought you said [Soda]! I’ll go and get you another drink.”
(The employee disappears around the corner again. Meanwhile, she has left the soda on the counter.)
Manager: “This is why I’m fat!” *grabs the soda and drinks it in one big gulp* “So, what drink would you like?”
Me: “Um, I’m already being served.”
Manager: “What drink would you like?”
Me: “I’m already being served.”
Manager: “I said, what drink would you like?!”
Me: “I said, I’m already being served!”
Manager: *angrily* “WHAT DRINK WOULD YOU LIKE?!”
Me: “I am being served.”
Manager: “OH! YOU’RE BEING SERVED!”
(When the employee came back with my lemonade, the cup was disturbingly warm to the touch. Giving up, I left the restaurant, only to open up the cup later and find out it wasn’t even lemonade—it was some sort of slimy gunk.)