Taking The Man Out Of Spiderman
(I work as a receptionist for my dad’s chiropractic office. Most of the patients are lovely, but we do have some odd ones. One patient, in particular, is a little bit sexist, but because he never intends to be outright rude, I just try to ignore his somewhat sexist comments. Today when he comes in, he tries to play a little joke on me.)
Patient: *comes up to the desk and starts pointing at a random spot on it* “There’s a spider! Get it! Get it!”
(I casually look around, as I have had spiders sneak their way to my desk before, but I don’t see anything.)
Me: “Where is it? I don’t see it.”
Patient: *gives a bit of an odd look* “Right there! Get it!”
Me: *look again but still doesn’t see anything* “I still don’t see it. I guess it got away.” *shrugs*
Patient: *gives me another weird look* “Why aren’t you freaking out?”
Me: “Spiders don’t really bug me.”
Patient: “Oh… should I have said it was a snake?”
Me: “They don’t bug me, either. I actually like snakes.”
Patient: *looks baffled* “What kind of woman are you?!”
This story is part of our Snakes roundup!
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