My family owns a Chinese/Thai fusion restaurant in our hometown, and while at university, I work as a host.
I receive a phone call at the host booth from someone who sounds like a movie stereotype of a stoner. The conversation does nothing to change this impression.
Me: “[Chinese Restaurant], how may I help you?”
Stoned Customer: “Hey, um, do you guys do delivery?”
Me: “No, I’m sorry, we don’t. Have you tried [Food Delivery Service]?”
Stoned Customer: “Nooooo, duuuuude, I don’t want someone else delivering it; I want the actual restaurant people to deliver it so they get the money.”
Me: “I can respect that, sir. Unfortunately, we cannot accommodate you.”
Stoned Customer: *Half groaning, half whining* “DUUUUUDE! I really wanted Chinese food!”
Me: “We’re open for dine-in or carry-out.”
Stoned Customer: “I can’t. My car is in the shop.”
Me: “Oh, bummer.”
Stoned Customer: “Heeeeey, I got an idea! I’ll make you a deal: you come pick me up at [Apartment Complex], and I’ll get you some pot.”
Somehow, I am not surprised to hear he has pot at the ready.
Me: “I’m sorry, sir, we cannot accept that as currency.”
Stoned Customer: “Nah, nah, nah, not as currency, dude. This is just a little… perk… you know… on the down low.”
Me: “I’m sorry, but I cannot do that. You might want to call a restaurant that offers delivery.”
Stoned Customer: “Maaaaaaan…” *Click*
I just put my head down on the host booth and sighed deeply.