Breast Not To Correct Them

| QC, Canada | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

(I am working the drive-thru.)

Customer: “I’d like to have three boxes of chicken legs, white.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Customer: “What, don’t tell me you’re out already?! These chicken legs can’t be brown, okay? They have to be white!”

Me: “Ma’am, there’s no such thing as white chicken legs. It’s always brown meat.”

Customer: “Don’t lie to me, girl! I know what I eat. I. WANT. WHITE CHICKEN LEGS!”

Me: “Okay, okay, let me see if we have some.”

(I order up three servings of chicken breast, and meet the customer at the drive-thru window with the food.)

Customer: “This better be my white chicken legs!”

Me: “You can check if you want, ma’am. If it’s not to your liking, we can always switch.”

(The client checks inside the three boxes, and smiles triumphantly.)

Customer: “I knew you had some! They always tell me they don’t, but the others always lie. I like you. I’ll come back again!”

Fractional Intelligence, Part 2

, | Jasper, IN, USA | Food & Drink, Math & Science

(I work at the drive-thru.)

Me: “Thank you for choosing [restaurant]. How may I help you?”

Customer: “Yes, I would like a 16 piece family meal with two thirds of it fish.”

Me: I’m sorry, ma’am; did you want 10 or 11 fish?”

Customer: “What do mean?”

Me: “Two thirds isn’t a proper fraction to use. It will give you between 10-11 pieces. So how many pieces would you like?”

Customer: “I don’t see how you get those numbers. Just give me 12 fish. Is that a fraction you can figure out?”

Me: “Yes, one 16 piece, 3/4 fish the rest chicken. Is there anything else for you today?”

Customer: “I don’t see the difference between 3/4 and 2/3, but okay.”

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The Signature Of Inebriation

| Sea Isle City, NJ, USA | Bizarre, Food & Drink

(I work at a late-night restaurant that caters to the people who come for food when the surrounding bars close for the night. A customer comes in who has drunk a little too much.)

Customer: “Do you accept credit cards?”

Me: “Yes, we do.”

(I swipe the credit card, and it is approved.)

Me: “Now, if you could just sign here, you’re all set.”

Customer: “What am I supposed to sign?”

Me: “The cardholder’s name.”

Customer: “Okay, thanks.”

(She then proceeds to draw a picture of a naked lady—complete with large boobs—where her signature should be.)

Me: “Uh” ma’am, I don’t think this is a valid signature.”

Customer: “Just try it; it’ll work!”

(I put it through, and the machine accepts the signature!)

Me: “Wow, I guess you’re right!”

Customer: “I need to stop drinking so much!”

(She leaves me a $15 tip on a $25 bill! That is why I love working the late-night shift!)