The Tide Pod Has Turned
(I’m working drive-thru at a popular national ice cream chain. It’s a pretty slow day. There are only two teenage girls in the lobby when three teenage boys pull up to the drive-thru.)
Driver: “We’d like three—“ *mumbles* “—blizzards.”
Me: “Hot cocoa?”
Driver: “No, Tide pod blizzards.”
(It takes me a second to figure out what they are asking for and why, and then I decide to play along.)
Me: “Oh, Tide pod. What size?”
(One of the teenage girls looks over at me.)
Driver: “Medium. With extra detergent, please.”
Me: “That’ll be an extra $50; is that okay?”
(The two teenagers look really confused.)
Driver: “$50 extra? Okay.”
Me: “Okay, your total is $117.43.”
(The two girls look horrified.)
Me: “They were trying to pull a prank. Don’t worry; I’m not going to give them Tide pod blizzards.”
(The driver pulls up to the window.)
Driver: “$117.43, right?”
Me: “Yes.”
(The driver holds up a hundred and a twenty. I laugh.)
Me: “Okay, what do you really want?”
(They order, and before they pull away:)
Passenger: “We didn’t expect you to play along. It made it better.”
(They were the last customers of my shift and really made my day!)