It Made More Sense On Paper
(I’ve been working as a waiter at a bar for around a month. I know most drink names and how to do nearly everything a customer might ask, but I still need some help from time to time. It’s a very busy evening and I see a man at the bar who hasn’t been served.)
Me: “Hi there! What can I get you?”
Customer: “A paper booklet.”
(Because there’s so much noise, I can’t hear him properly.)
Me: “Excuse me. Could you repeat that? I’m not sure I follow.”
Customer: “I want a paper booklet!”
Me: “I’m sorry. I’m quite new here; I don’t really understand…”
Customer: “Oh, I’ll just ask someone else!”
(He stomps away to ask a coworker. Another coworker comes to see what the trouble is. I tell her what happened.)
Coworker: “He was talking about smoking paper. You know, the paper you use to roll your own cigarettes?”
(I went to get it and apologised to him, an apology he reluctantly accepted. Then, my boss, who was around, asked me what it was all about. I told him what had gone down and he asked why I didn’t get him the tobacco rolling paper before; honestly, it had never crossed my mind! I told my boss that all I could really think about was a small book of papers, and that the only thing I could think of was getting the papers we use to write orders down, stapling some together and giving them to him! He laughed so hard he was nearly crying, and so did all my coworkers; it was all good in the end, and a fun way to end my shift.)