Wendy Wouldn’t Have Put Up With It
(I recently dyed my hair a bright copper red. It’s pretty eye-catching, and I regularly get comments about how I work for the wrong chain because I look like the Wendy’s logo. Usually I just laugh, but this guy is something else. Note: I wear a nametag.)
Customer: “Hey, is your name Wendy?”
Me: *laughs a little* “Nope, afraid not.”
Customer: “Are you sure?”
Me: “Yup. I’m 100% positive my name is [My Name]. Did you want your sandwich toasted?”
Customer: “Oh. Well, then, you should go work at Wendy’s!”
Me: *courtesy laughing* “I’m pretty happy here, actually. Sorry, was your sandwich toasted?”
(During this exchange, the line behind him is growing longer and longer, and the guy behind him has started tapping his feet.)
Customer: “But you can’t work here. You need to work at Wendy’s!”
Me: “Well, maybe one day. But right now, I work here. I’m sorry, sir, but I need to know if your sandwich is toasted or not.”
Customer: “But your hair is so red!”
(At this point I give up and assume he doesn’t want it toasted.)
Me: “What kind of veggies would you like?”
Customer: “Oh.” *gives list of veggies he wants* “You just look like Wendy. Oh, I wanted that toasted, though.”
(I had, by this point, put on all the vegetables. The worst part was that he came in and did more or less the same thing two more times! The fourth time he came in, I hid in the back and made my coworker deal with him. He still asked where the “Wendy’s girl” was.)