Don’t Question It

, , , | Right | March 18, 2019

(I work in a supermarket deli. A coworker is off sick today due to a case of vomiting, so we are a bit slower and there is a line forming. Most of the line is fine and understanding once they know why we are behind. One customer, though, a gentleman in a sharp suit, is getting increasingly irate.)

Gentleman: “CAN I GET SOME F****** SERVICE, PLEASE?!”

Coworker: “Hmm, no.”

Gentleman: *stunned* “Excuse me?!”

Coworker: “I said no.”

Gentleman: “B-but, I’m the customer!”

Coworker: “Right you are. It’s our obligation to serve you. However, since you posed the question, you have opened yourself to the possibility that you could be denied, which I have taken the opportunity to invoke.”

(Several in the line laugh at her response, and the gentleman stares at her, completely dumbstruck and blushing.)

Gentleman: “You can’t do this! I’ll complain and get your a**e fired!

Coworker: “Oh, please, go ahead. If it means never having to deal with your attitude again, I would happily get my a**e drop-kicked out of the door.”

(More in the line laugh and the gentleman storms off, screaming so loudly we can hear him still as he complains to a duty manager on the service desk. During a lull in activity, the manager comes to us.)

Coworker: “So, am I fired?”

Manager: “I’ll probably have to write you up, but I’ve never seen [Gentleman] so flustered. God, it was satisfying.”

Me: “So, you know him?”

Manager: “We went to university together. He stood up in front of an entire lecture theatre and spent nearly an hour explaining why he would make the perfect representative. He wasted so much time the lecturer banned him from ever speaking again in her presence. He lost the election and made this big demonstration outside of the union about how we all had no respect for him. It’s sad to know he’s still a self-entitled prick!”

(He came back in again to gloat, acting arrogant and authoritarian, until he saw that my coworker was still here and ran back to the duty manager to complain again. He then made a big fuss when he was banned, with the duty manager standing over him, hands on hips, shouting, “Really, this again? You’re worse than an old soak!”)

Anything That Isn’t Chocolate Makes Us Sad

, , , | Right | March 18, 2019

(I work in a deli.)

Customer: *pointing at something that absolutely does not look like chocolate* “Is this chocolate?”

Me: “No, it’s spicy mustard.”

(She squirts some of it on her finger and tastes it. You can see her realisation, but she doubles down.)

Customer: “Oh, my goodness. That sure is chocolatey!”

Me: *smirking* “Yes, will you be having some?”

Customer: *eyes watering* “No, I’m good, thank you.”

(She left. I’m not sure if she was crying because it was spicy, or because her hopes had been destroyed.)

But Some Chickens Are More Chicken Than Others

, , , , , | Right | March 12, 2019

(A man clearly from somewhere on the other side of the planet approaches my counter, and addresses me with a huge grin and a very heavy accent.)

Customer: “Ehh… You have CHEE-ken?”

Me: “What kind of chicken would you like, sir?”

Customer: *huge grin* “Jis. CHEE-ken.”

Me: “What kind of chicken?”

Customer: *huge grin* “Jis. CHEE-ken.”

Me: “Yes, chicken. What kind of chicken?”

Customer: *huge grin* “Jis. CHEE-ken.”

Me: “You can’t understand a word I’m saying other than, ‘chicken,’ can you?”

Customer: *huge grin* “Jis. CHEE-ken.”

Me: “Four score and seven chickens ago, our chickens brought forth on this chicken a new chicken, conceived in chicken, and dedicated to the chicken that all chickens are created chicken.”

Customer: *huge grin* “Jis. CHEE-ken.”

Me: *face-palm*

Doesn’t Understand The Meat And Potatoes Of Hosting

, , , , | Right | March 11, 2019

(The phone rings.)

Customer: “Hi. I would like to order some potato salad.”

Me: “Okay, how much?”

Customer: “I don’t know. How much do I need?”

Me: “Well, we suggest about a third of a pound per person. How many people are you feeding?”

Customer: “I don’t know.”

Me: “Okay, well, do you have an estimate?”

Customer: “We invited sixty people, but we don’t expect them all to show up.”

Me: “So, for sixty people, you’ll need around twenty pounds.”

Customer: “But we don’t expect to have that many guests.”

Me: “How many do you expect to have?”

Customer: “I don’t know! Just tell me how much potato salad to buy!”

Me: “…”

(The conversation went on in this vein until I eventually just told her to get fifteen pounds. When she balked at the price, I told her to get ten, instead, which appeared to satisfy her.)

The Mutant Kind…

, , , , | Right | February 14, 2019

(I work in a deli.)

Customer: “What kind of ham is turkey?”

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