The other day I wanted a pizza. My favourite pizza place is in a supermarket nearby — one of those in-store shops. There’s the pizza shop on the right that sells only pizza and nothing else besides some refreshments. On the left, there’s a grill-type shop that sells everything from hotdogs to chicken breast to potato salad and everything in between, but it doesn’t serve pizza at all. Then, between the two shops, there is the common seating area, consisting of two tables and a long table along the wall, where you can sit down and eat if you don’t want the food to go.
I grab my pizza, and I see no free seat nearby. Then, I spot someone leaving the first chair by the grill shop on the long table, so I sit there and start digging into my pizza. I’ve barely eaten a slice when a woman walks up to the grill shop.
Cashier: “How can I help you?”
Customer: “I want a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese.”
Cashier: “I’m sorry, ma’am, we don’t serve pizza here. If you want one…”
Customer: *Interrupting* “What do you mean, you don’t have pizza? This person here—” *points at me* “—is eating one!”
Cashier: “He got it from the place next door.”
Customer: “Okay, so go and make me one, too!”
Cashier: “I can’t; I don’t work there. You’ll have to go to—”
Customer: “What do you mean, you don’t work here? This is a restaurant. You work here. Give me a pizza!”
Cashier: “Ma’am, I’m trying to tell you we are two separate establishments. We don’t have pizza; they do.”
Customer: “Then why is he eating pizza here?” *Points to me again and then addresses me* “Hey, why are you sitting here?”
Me: “There were no other free seats.”
Customer: “It doesn’t matter. If you ordered from the other side, you have to sit there!”
Me: “It’s a common area; you can sit wherever you want no matter where you ordered.”
So, this lady thought the two shops were just one restaurant, but for some reason, there were two separate seating areas. Sure, that seems logical.
Hearing the commotion, a security guard comes over.
Security: “What’s going on here, ma’am? Why are you yelling?”
Customer: “This worker refuses to serve me and continues to say he doesn’t work here!”
Security: “Is this true?”
Cashier: “Okay, ma’am, I’ll serve you. What did you want again?”
Customer: “Ugh! I already told you, I want a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese!”
The cashier looks at the guard and gestures toward the lady.
Security: “Ma’am, the pizza place is right over there.”
Customer: “I know. He needs to go over there and serve me…”
They went round and round about this for a while.
In the end, the lady left, huffing and puffing and swearing she’d never come back!
The cashier actually apologised to me for the inconvenience, but I said he didn’t have to. Pizza and a show!