Forced To Change Her Perspective

| Canada | Bigotry, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

(My family owns a family Chinese restaurant at which I work. I’m a 15-year-old Asian, but apparently I look 12-ish. This happened when a customer came in during a busy day to eat in. She had just finished eating.)

Me: “How was your meal? Do you need anything else?”

Customer: “Yes. Tell me, kind son. Are you forced to work here?”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “Are you forced to work here? Like child labor?”

Me: *respectfully I replied* “No, ma’am, I am not forced to work here. I work here because I have family values and I want to help my single mom trying to give the best for her children. I don’t know what you’re trying to imply, but I am not a slave nor am I forced to work here. I hope you think about what I said and suggest giving me a tip for being so rude.”

(She stood up, paid, and left without a word.)

The Kind Of Customer We Want

, | Oklahoma City, OK, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Customers, Food & Drink

(I pull in to a local fast food drive-thru.)

Clerk: *through the speaker* “Hello and thanks for choosing [Company]. What will it be today?”

Me: *I’ve already decided, so I give my order with no hesitation* “I’ll have [order] with a [drink].”

Clerk: *playfully with a sassy tone* “All right! A man who knows what he wants.”

(We finish the order process. I pull around and wait my turn, several cars deep, before I finally get to the window.)

Clerk: “Hey! It’s the man who knows what he wants.”

Me: *jokingly* “I’ve changed my mind.”

Clerk: “Noooooooooo….”

Comment On Scents Makes No Sense

| Toronto, ON, Canada | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

(I work as a server in a restaurant with an open kitchen. A customer approaches me while I am walking towards the dish pit.)

Customer: “Hello, ma’am. I loved the food but I have a complaint.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. What seems to be the problem?”

Customer: “It smells a lot.”

Me: “What does it smell like, sir?”

Customer: “Food.”

(At this point I have no idea what to say.)

Me: “Sorry, sir. Did you say it smells like food?”

Customer: “Yes. My lady friends are complaining that their hair is going to smell like food. They just washed it.”

Me: “Sir, you do know, it is an open kitchen restaurant…”

Customer: “What do you mean, open kitchen? God, you’re so stupid. Of course it’s an open kitchen. You’re serving food! The people they hire these days…”