This Is Confusing Six Ways From Sunday

Me: “Okay, here’s your cup and here’s your number. We’ll bring the food to your table once it’s ready.”

Customer: “Uh, I know this is weird, but could I possibly have a different number? I don’t like this one.”

(I look at the number he has — six — and then back at him.)

Me: “Uh… sure.”

(I hand him another number and watch him leave. I then turn to the expo line and tell my coworker that his ticket is for another number, not six.)

Me: “He just said he didn’t like his number and wanted another one.”

Coworker: “Was he joking?”

Me: “I really don’t know.”