Burning The Burner

| NY, USA | Right | May 1, 2017

(I’m working when a man comes up to me and orders some food. He is very clearly a burn victim — he is missing all of his fingers, and his face is very severely scarred. I strike up a bit of a conversation, since it’s a slow day and he’s the only one in line. He is absolutely lovely, and quite personable. As I finish up, another customer shows up behind him and stares at him as he leaves. The customer finally approaches me.)

Customer: “Did you see that guy? It’s disgusting. I hope he doesn’t stick around. I don’t wanna have to look at that.”

Me: “That was the nicest, friendliest customer I’ve had all week. He’s far from ‘disgusting.'”

Customer: “Still, I shouldn’t have to see that if I don’t want to.”

Me: “Is there anything I can help you with? Because I’m not comfortable bad-mouthing a decent guy.”

Customer: “Well, you don’t have to be so rude!”

Me: “I’m not the one being rude here.”

(That finally shut the customer up, who sheepishly placed his order and left quickly.)

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The Chicken Crossed The Road To Get Out Of A Jam

| Australia | Right | April 27, 2017

(I am working in a chicken shop. It has ‘chicken’ in the name, chickens all over the decor, and chickens on display.)

Customer: “Do you sell burgers?”

Me: “We sell chicken burgers; would you like one?”

Customer: “No, I want a beef burger.”

Me: “Sorry, we only sell chicken here.”

Customer: “Can you make me a jam sandwich?”

Me: “No, I’m sorry, we only sell chicken here. I can make you a chicken sandwich.”

Customer: “No, I want a jam sandwich. Can’t you just make me one? I’ll pay for it.”

Me: “I would happily make you a jam sandwich, but we don’t have any jam here; just chicken.”

Customer: “You don’t have any jam?”

Me: “Sorry, just chicken.”

Customer: “Okay.”

(He walked out and headed toward the fish and chip shop. I wondered if he was going to ask them for a jam sandwich.)

These Jobseekers Have A Lot Of Ketchup To Do

| ID, USA | Working | April 25, 2017

(A young man comes in looking to apply for a job. He asks for an application, which is given to him.)

Man: “Can I get a pen, too?”

(My manager does not like to accept applications from people who can’t be bothered to be prepared for a simple application. We are also located next to a dollar store that sells pens for under a dollar.)

Manager: “Yes. Just wait one moment. We are extremely busy right now.”

(We carry out business and have very little intention to get the man a pen from the back.)

Man: *after standing next to the register for another 15 minutes* “Oh, my god!”

(He went over to the condiment section, squeezed a massive amount of ketchup into the spill tray, grabbed a fork, and then proceeded to fill in the application with ketchup. Needless to say, we did not hire him.)

Chewing The Cheese With Your Brother

, | Scotland, UK | Related | April 25, 2017

Brother: “Can I get a milkshake with extra cheese?”

Cashier: “With… cheese?”

Brother: “Yes, please.”

(She gives me a funny look and I return one back. She shrugs and makes his drink as asked for and moves onto me. We are about five minutes away when he finally takes a drink.)

Brother: “Urgh! This is disgusting.” *lifts lid* “What the f*** is this?”

Me: “Probably the cheese.”

Brother: “Cheese?!”

Me: “That is what you ordered.”

Brother: *taking out receipt* “I-I guess I did…”

(He actually finished it, looking thoroughly unhappy throughout. Hilarious!)

Some Customers Are Complete Trash

, | Australia | Right | April 24, 2017

I work part-time at a well-known fast food restaurant. After a busy lunch period, I’m in the dining room cleaning up. The floor is absolutely filthy after having some 2500 people through the doors in around two hours or so.

After changing bins and clearing tables, I sweep and mop the entire floor. While I am doing this, a female customer is watching me from a nearby table with her two small children. They eat their meals and linger for a while, with the mother continuing to watch me and the two children playing with the toys that came with their meals.

It takes me about 45 minutes to finish sweeping and mopping the floor. I finally finish the last corner and just as I’m putting the mop back in the bucket, the woman stands up with her two kids and begins to walk towards me carrying their tray. I am standing near the bins, so I think nothing of it.

They stopped next to the bins, and the mother made eye contact with me, pulled the lid off her almost full large soda and poured the entire thing on the floor, never breaking eye contact. She then dropped the cup, lid, and straw, as well as the entire tray of rubbish, onto the ground into the soda, and then proceeded to walk over it, and out of the store. I was too shocked to even respond.

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