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When Customer And Employee Agree On How Stupid You Are

, , , | Right | August 26, 2019

(I am eating out with some friends in a pub that serves Mexican food, and I’ve volunteered to place everyone’s orders at the bar. It is a pretty simple menu.)

Friend #1: “I’m going to have the cheesy nachos.”

Friend #2: “Yeah, nachos sound good. I’ll have the chili ones.”

Me: “With beef or beans?”

Friend #2: “Beef.”

Friend #1: “Wait, I want beef on my cheesy nachos, too!”

Me: “Okay, so you want the beef chili nachos, but with cheese on?”

Friend #1: “No, I want the cheese nachos, but with beef chili.”

Me: “Um, since the beef chili nachos are more expensive, I’m pretty sure they’re going to charge you the price of them, instead.”

Friend #1: “But I only want the cheesy nachos; I just want beef chili on top of them, too.”

(I fail to see her logic but feel certain the bar staff will clear this right up.)

Me: “Okay, so the last order is for the cheesy nachos, but with the chili beef.”

Bartender: “Well, since all of our nachos have cheese on, that’s basically the beef chili nachos, then.”

Me: “I know. I tried.”


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, , , , , , | Friendly | March 17, 2019

For several years I lived directly above a pub. It was incredibly noisy, but I loved being able to watch people coming and going. There were frequently stag dos dressed in elaborate fancy dress, such as blue body paint to look like Smurfs or mascot costumes.

Around midday on a Saturday, I suddenly heard a very loud horn blast followed by cheering from the pub. I looked out my window to see a man in a full fox costume, including a giant head and tail, sprinting down the street. He was soon followed by a yelling group of men, half dressed as dogs and half wearing tweed suits, high socks, and caps and running with children’s toy stick horses between their legs. One man carried a bugle and repeatedly blew on it as the group ran down the street after the fox, presumably going to the next pub.

An Open Secret

, , , , , , , | Working | March 4, 2019

I was buying a suitcase in a large chain store, and the cashier seemed a little confused as to what to do with it. The cashier next to her stepped in to help, explaining that she had to remove the packaging inside.

That’s when the light bulb went off in her head, and she said, “Oh, I didn’t realize it opened!”

I honestly don’t know what she thought I was buying.

The Worst Kind Of Chain Store

, , , , , , , | Working | February 6, 2019

(I am browsing in a shop that sells jewellery, scarves, and other accessories. I find something I want to buy and wait while they serve another customer, a young woman who is trying on a necklace. Neither the customer nor the owner speak English as a first language.)

Customer: “I’m not sure. I think the chain might be a bit long.”

Owner: “We could cut the chain, if you like.”

Customer: *noncommittally, as if she’s mulling it over* “Okay.”

(The owner’s wife immediately snatches the necklace away and cuts the chain.)

Owner: “That will be [price].”

Customer: *looks at the necklace again and tries it on with the new chain length* “No, I don’t think I want it.”

Owner: “You have to buy it now. We cut the chain for you. We can’t sell it.”

Customer: “I didn’t ask you to.”

Owner: “You said, ‘Okay.’ ‘Okay,’ means, ‘Yes.’ You don’t speak proper English. I speak English. ‘Okay,’ means, ‘Yes.’ You must buy it.”

Customer: “I don’t want to buy it.”

(Then, the owner and his wife physically manhandled the woman out of the shop, yelling about how they were going to call the police on her. I threw down the thing I was thinking of buying and ran out of the shop, too, chasing after the woman, who was sobbing on the street, to console her. I still regret not calling the police on them for assault, or even saying something to them.)

Misogyny Abhors A Vacuum

, , , , | Right | December 2, 2018

(My store has wooden platforms covered in carpet to display stock on. My male manager and I, a female, have just pulled one out of storage to prep for display. My manager plugs the vacuum cleaner in and starts cleaning. He’s interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.)

Customer: *points at me* “Shouldn’t that be her job?”

Manager: “Not really, no.”

Customer: “But vacuuming is woman’s work!”

(The kicker? The customer was female.)