Not In His Salad Days Anymore
(I am a civilian contractor at a military installation’s dining hall. Unlike some of the comfort facilities at the installation, we don’t have restrictions on who can dine here; as long as they can access the installation, they can eat. It is my turn to tear down the salad bar at the end of dinner. I have taken out all of the utensils and begun to pull the dishes, when an older man in civilian clothing comes up behind me.)
Customer: “What are you doing with the salad bar?”
Me: “I’m sorry, sir. Did you order a salad?”
Customer: “No, I just wanted to get a few of these.” *gestures at the fruit mix at the end of the bar*
Me: “So, you did order a salad bar?”
Customer: “No, I just wanted to get a few of these.”
Me: “Sir?”
Customer: “Oh, you mean I have to order a salad bar to get things from the salad bar?”
Me: “Yes, sir.”
Customer: “Oh.”