I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butternut

, , , , | Right | April 5, 2020

(I notice that one of the donut labels in the case has been put in the wrong place, labeling “chocolate coconut” as “chocolate butternut,” instead. The actual chocolate butternut donuts have no label. I mean to fix it but forget. However, there is a clear distinction between the chocolate coconut donuts which are covered in white coconut and the chocolate butternut ones which are covered in yellow butternut.

A female customer in her 40s comes up to the front.)

Me: “Hi there! What can I get for you?”

Customer: “Hi, I’ll get a medium iced coffee and… a chocolate butternut donut.”

(I begin to grab a chocolate butternut from the non-labeled slot but the woman stops me.)

Customer: “No, no, not that one. The chocolate butternut.”

Me: *confused momentarily* “Oh! You mean the chocolate coconut? Sorry, someone mislabeled this earlier and I just forgot to fix it.”

Customer: “Oh! That’s chocolate coconut?”

Me: “Yes.”

Customer: “Coconut’s white?”

(I sputtered for a few seconds before handing the woman her donut and cashing her out.)

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Toto’s Evil Twin: Otot

, , , , | Right | April 4, 2020

(I am working at the drive-thru cash register. A customer pulls up with an older man in the driver’s seat and a woman in the passenger’s seat, with a tiny dog on her lap.)

Me: “Hi! Your total will be—”

(The dog immediately starts freaking out and barking, trying to lunge at me through the window. In between barks, it sounds like it’s almost hissing. I finish the transaction as the woman holds back the dog, who continues to bark.)

Man: “I’m sorry, she’s not usually like this.”

Me: “That’s okay.”

(They drive off and I turn to my coworker who witnessed the whole thing.)

Me: “Wow.”

Coworker: “That dog was Toto from Hell.”

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They Must Have Been At The Bottom Of Their Class

, , , | Right | April 1, 2020

(A library patron asks for a specific book. I look it up in our catalog and give them the call number. They go out to the stacks but return a few minutes later without the book.)

Patron: “I can’t find this.”

Me: “Okay, let’s go have a look.”

(I lead them to the stacks where their book should be in call number order.)

Patron: “This is where I was. It isn’t here! I looked all over!”

(I reach down and pull the book they want from the bottom shelf and hand it to them.)

Patron: “Oh, I didn’t think to look on the bottom shelf.”

Me: “…?”

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Unfiltered Story #190879

, , | Unfiltered | March 27, 2020

(I am 13 years old, in a lodge taking a break with my family for lunch. I go over to the pizza counter, but they have just run out. There is no real line, so I just stand around the counter waiting with a few other people. I happen to be standing next to an older man who was there before me. The pizza comes out and this happens.)

Man: *makes no move for the pizza*
Me: *after waiting to see if he will take some, I start to take a slice*
Man: Excuse me young man, I would just like to let you know that I was here before you.
Me: Oh, would like to take a piece? *backs up to make room*
Man: *clearly irritated* No, no. That’s fine.
Me: *Shyly takes a slice and goes*
Man: Unbelievable

Little Miss Entitlement

, , , , , | Right | March 20, 2020

(I’m sitting across from some not-so-nice customers. They have small children misbehaving. The youngest just chucked their plate of food down on the floor.)

Mom: “Oh. You. You!” *snapping at her waiter now*

Waiter: “Yes? My name’s [Waiter]. Oh, no, you dropped your plate!”

Mom: “No, she disagrees with the food. My child’s intelligent and gifted enough to know what she wants. This is a sign that your food is not to her taste and I demand a free meal for this poor treatment.”

Waiter: “I’m sorry?”

Mom: “Are you saying my child’s not an equally valued customer like the rest of us?! How rude! Does this establishment not value children?”

Waiter: “Um, I’m sorry about that. I’ll go run to the back and get this settled.”

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