Speak For Yourselves, Part 2

, , , , | Right | September 9, 2008

Elderly Lady #1: “Now, what are the prices like for this show?”

Coworker: “Well, they’re-”

Elderly Lady #2: “Don’t tell us it’s expensive! I don’t want to spend too much money!”

Coworker: *holds out price sheet* “Here are the–”

Elderly Lady #1: “Oh, would you look at that. Look at those prices. Now where are these seats?”

Coworker: “Those are right-”

Elderly Lady #2: “No, we don’t want to sit there. It’s too far in the back.”

Coworker: “Actually, ma’am, they’re–”

Elderly Lady #1: “Those seats are okay… they’re in the middle.”

Elderly Lady #2: “Do they have anything closer on an aisle?”

Coworker: “Unfortunately– ”

Elderly Lady #1: “What do you need to be closer for? Those seats are fine. George and Harry will like them.”

Elderly Lady #2: “Yes, but I’d rather be able to sit as far from Martha as possible.”

Elderly Lady #1: “Ah, yes… we don’t like Martha. She talks so much you can never get a word in!”

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It’s Just Like Disneyland, But With Funny Accents

, , , | Right | September 8, 2008

(I work at a fairly new nice French restaurant. Chef comes to the dining area to interact with the customers; he has an obvious French accent.)

Chef: “Hi, ladies, how was everything?”

Customer: “The food was delicious. Where did you learn to cook?”

Chef: “Well, I was born in France and went to school there.”

Customer: “Really? Do you speak French? I mean, I know everyone in Europe speaks English, but do you know French?”

Chef: *walks away disgusted*

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Sometimes, You Just Can’t Win

, , | Right | September 4, 2008

Me: “Hello, may I help you?”

Customer: “I’d like some baked chicken.”

Me: “I’m sorry, we only have fried chicken.”

Customer: “How about roasted chicken?”

Me: “No, we only have fried chicken.”

Customer: “How about broasted… boasted chicken?”

(Yes, she actually said boasted chicken.)

Me: “No, ma’am, all we have is plain old fried chicken.”

Customer: “Oh, okay.” *leaves*

Boss: “Hey, don’t call the chicken old.”

Me: *facepalm*

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Just Another Day In Bedrock

, , , , | Right | September 4, 2008

(Keep in mind, this customer comes in about ten times a day. He’s insane and you never know what you will get from this guy.)

Customer: “Yabba dabba.”

Me: “What?”

Customer: “Yabba dabba.”

Me: “Okay. That will be thirteen fifty.”

Customer: *hands me money* “Yabba dabba.”

Me: “You don’t say?”

Customer: *angrily* “Yabba dabba!”

Me: “Doo. Have a good day.”

Customer: *happy now* “YABBA DABBA!!!!” *leaves*

(He came back about two hours later, talking regularly like nothing happened.)

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Vague & Vaguerer

, , , | Right | September 3, 2008

Me: “Good morning, [Homes Office].”

Customer: *with really thick accent* “How much is house?”

Me: “Which home is that? Would you like to speak with a Realtor?”

Customer: “No, how much is house? House?”

Me: “Sir, I’m sorry, but I cannot tell you that without an address–and in any case, you need to speak with a Realtor.”

Customer: “House! How much is house?!”

Me: “More than a couch, less than a rocket ship. Have a nice day!”

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