Their Brain Is Fried From All That Reading
(I have a health issue which means I have to stay for a few months at a medical facility specialized for this problem. As it is not a hospital, meals are not served in the patient rooms but in a communal space. It works like a standard cafeteria, where most of the food is easy to see, but fries and some others are made at a different station a bit removed from the counter — but still very easy to see. On top of that, there are multiple menus, including on the counter, spelling out what dishes are available on any given day. This is an example of a conversation I’ve had multiple times.)
Other Patient: *seeing my plate* “How did you get fries?!”
Me: “I just asked for them.”
Other Patient: “But how was I supposed to know they had fries? It’s not very clear. Are there fries every day?”
Me: “No, only on the days where it’s on the menu.”
Other Patient: “And how do you know what’s on the menu?”
(I point to the menu right above the counter, written in big enough letters to be read from afar.)
Other Patient: *absolutely serious* “Well, if I have to read…”
Me: *facepalm*
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
