[Im sitting with my mom and brother, we had just ordered our food and we were waiting quietly when a same sex couple with children walks in. An elderly couple is sitting in nearby seats eating their meals. The elderly woman is glaring at the family. At this point the same sex couple, if I may add they were both female with a son and daughter, were sitting patiently waiting for someone to take their family’s order. This is when the chaos starts…”
Elderly woman (speaking to the couple): Are you two sisters?
One of the women: Oh, no no no. We’re engaged. *she holds up her hand displaying the engagement ring with a smile*
Elderly woman: Oh. *she begins to call over a waiter*
Elderly woman (speaking to the waiter): Ma’am those women over there are disrupting me and my husbands meal. Can you ask them to leave?
At this point I was angry and getting ready to say something. My brother was giving me this look like “what should we do” but than the waiter replied.
Waiter (to the elderly woman): Oh, how were they disrupting you?
Elderly woman: Well they’re disgusting! They’re both women but they’re raising children! AND they’re engaged! I don’t want to see that in public! Keep that behind closed doors!!
Waiter: I’m so sorry, I’ll go do something about it.
I was about to burst. I was motioning to my mom that we should pay and leave but than I heard this.
Waiter (speaking to the family): Are you guys okay? Was this woman *motioning towards the elderly couple* disturbing you?
The other woman in the couple (not the one who showed her the ring): Oh, I’m not sure. Was she dear?
The woman (who showed the ring earlier): She was just being rude. It’s okay. We’re used to it. Do we have to leave?
Waiter: Oh, well I sincerely apologize for her behavior. You do not have to leave.
Elderly woman (she’s been eavesdropping this whole time): are you kidding me????? They’re disturbing everyone in here!!
Waiter: I’m afraid you have it all wrong. You’re the one disturbing people here.
Waiter (now speaking to the family): I am so sorry. I’ll find you some new seats so you don’t have to sit next to this woman.
Now the little girl in the same sex family was about to cry. I’m guessing she was pretty sensitive to this stuff. Her brother was staying pretty silent. Guess he didn’t mind it as much but he still looked shaken.
Me (speaking to the couple): Are you guys okay?
Both of them nodded simultaneously and reassured me it was fine. They got new seats and the little girl enventually calmed down. The elderly couple left the restaurant shortly after with a few words to the counter
Elderly man: We won’t be dining here again!
Man working at the counter: glad to hear it. We don’t want you here.
He went pale and had a a flustered face.
Keep in mind the guy working at the counter was pretty young, but I still can’t believe what he said after the couple left.
Guy at the counter (under his breath but loud enough to hear): get rekt m8

So I haven’t been very secretive about my disdain for carry out anything in the Georgetown area. Usually placing orders online to PapaJohns.com has been my safe haven. I wish I was kidding but over 90% of every take out order I’ve made at no matter what restaurant has been goofed up. Not in small ways, but fairly obvious. Cracker Barrel forgets the fries on a burger order, every time. Forgets the salad that was ordered or the dressing for my wife, nearly every time. The Ruby Tuesdays managed to mix the toppings on our burger orders so half of my burger was on my wives and vice versa. Then there is O’Charleys which tends to forget half a standard orders toppings or the drinks, or the side items. Which makes me think with all of the consistency if it isn’t the same cooks who just bounce between restaurants making the same mistakes over and over.

Anyways, the Papa Johns was at least my safe haven. I would place the online order, and always gave an 8 to 10 dollar tip to the driver because they did great. Till lately. I would like to blame the site, or maybe the cook. It definitely isn’t the driver, they show up promptly without our drinks. The cook forgets the sriracha sauce on a sriracha pizza. The cinna knots are garlic parm knots, which has happened twice.

I wish I could say I was “that” customer and I’ve managed to piss off every carry out server or location. Yet, I can’t because I tip well even to carry out orders. I’m always patient and polite. I just apparently have crap luck.

The place we liked to go and sit down that was out of the way, Sarge’s Galley, just burned down too. I swear, I’m not having any luck with restaurants in Georgetown, KY.

Me: “Welcome to (company name) you are speaking with (My name).
Customer: “Hey…oh wait I am getting another call what is your number and I will call you back?”
Me: “Just call back our 0800 number you just called and anyone will be able to help you”
Customer: “Oh sure…what is the 0800 number?”
Me: *Facepalm* and proceeded to give him the number that he had just dialled which will also be saved on the mobile number he used to call.

I work in a retail store that sells work clothing and work boots (steel toes). Being specific to those items we carry a wide variety of styles and sizes (boots ranging from ladies size 4 to a mens size 15). This is easily the weirdest customer I’ve ever had.

Customer: Do you have these boots in a size 9.5?
Me: We don’t have that size on the shelf, so let me check the back stock.
(I go and check the back stock, we don’t have any 9.5, but size 9 so I bring those out)
Me: I’m sorry sir but we don’t have them in a 9.5. We do have them in a size 9 if you’d like to try.
Customer: What do you mean you don’t have 9.5? It’s a common size, you should have them.

Me: Yes it is a common size, and this being one of our more popular boot styles sells fairly quick. Unfortunately we’ve sold out of the 9.5, but if you’d like we can order in a pair for you.

Customer: Well pretty much everybody I know wears this size, so you should stock more of them because that is what most people will be looking for.

Me: Generally we have 5 or 6 pairs in stock, but sometimes we sell out before new stock comes in. Also as we like to cater to everyone we carry a variety of sizes ranging from 6 to 14. This way anyone who comes in is able to get the style they want.

Customer: Well you shouldn’t do that! You should only carry sizes that are common, that way people like me can get what the need when they need it. I know the 9 won’t fit and I don’t want to try it on.

Me: Well if you’d like sir I can order a pair of 9.5 and call you when they come in.

Customer: No, I don’t have time to waste on waiting for you to call me. You should just carry what I need, my size is average so you should keep it in stock all the time. I’ll just come back when you have more.

Me: But sir, there is a good chance we will be sold out of your size. Please, let me take your name and phone number so I can set a pair aside for you.

Customer: No. I’ll just come back when you have more. And tell your manager that he should carry more common sizes that way you’ll get more business.

The customer leaves, so I go back to relay what he said to my manager. My manager just laughs, he wears a size 14 boot, and that is the main reason why we cater to unique sizes.

This store was as soon as the doors opened, everyone runs to the special they want. My younger son (13 at the time, slim and little) ran ahead to snag a 42″ tv with big brother not too far behind him. Kid gets the last tv and wraps himself around it holding on tight waiting for the rest of us to catch up. An adult tried to grab the tv from him. He starts screaming for his 17 year old brother who gets there just in time to tap the guy from behind on the shoulder and asks from his 6’ft, 240 pounds if there was a problem. The other guy departed swiftly mumbling, no problem, no problem at all.