Me: “Yeah, can I get some condiments, please?”

Server: *looks pale* “Um, what did you say?”

Me: “Can I get some condiments please?”

Server: *still looks pale* “Um, let me get my manager.”

(By now, I’m really confused as to what is going on. The manager walks out.)

Manager: “Ma’am, what did you say to my employee?”

Me: “I simply asked for some condiments.”

Manager: *stern look* “We don’t sell that here. This is a FAMILY restaurant.”

Me: *confused* “You mean you don’t give out packets of ketchup or mustard or whatnot?”

Manager: “Oh! That! Oh, sorry. Why didn’t you just say so?!”

Me: “Hello, ma’am, would you like to order?”

Customer: “Yes, I’d like a Pikachu.”

Me: *confused* “Pardon me?”

Customer: “A Pikachu! A Pikachu!” *points at the menu, where it says ‘focaccia’*

Me: “Right, one Pikachu…”

Me: “Hi, I’d like a double cheeseburger combo, plain, with a chocolate milkshake instead of a drink.”

Cashier: “Alright. Would you like cheese on that burger?”

Me: “Yes. I’d like a double cheeseburger, plain.”

Cashier: “What toppings?”

Me: “None. Plain, please.”

Cashier: “And would you like to make that a combo?”

Me: “…Yes. Double cheeseburger, combo, plain, with a milkshake.”

Cashier: “And what kind of drink would you like?”

Me: “…A milkshake.”

Cashier: “What flavor?”

Me: *sighing* “Chocolate.”

(At this point, I notice he has put a single cheeseburger instead of a double.)

Me: “Hey, sorry, but I asked for a double cheese burger.”

Cashier: *throws his hands up* “Well, maybe you should have been more clear about what you wanted!”

(Needless to say, they got my order wrong!)

(I am working the cash register at a popular Tex-Mex chain. I am serving a customer who has been kind of rude, and seems like he is in a huge hurry. I have tried to be as pleasant and quick as possible.)

Me: “So, your total is $34.”

Customer: “Can you guys take tips?”

Me: “No, I wish.”

Customer: “Okay. Here. I’ll give you this $50, and just… um… forget my change.”

(He did. He walks out leaving me the remainder, about $16!)

(My friends and I have stopped for lunch at a popular local restaurant during our three-hour road trip. So far, our waitress has been incredibly rude, ignoring us and neglecting to bring us our drinks, even though the restaurant is nearly empty. Finally, she brings over our appetizers.)

Friend: “Um, ma’am, there’s a fried mosquito on my mozzarella sticks.”

Waitress: *sighs* “So you don’t want to finish it, then?!”

(We got out of there right away!)

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