We Don’t Know Who Juices Lettuce, But They’re Probably Like That
(We have a small shelf near the cash registers with a few candies and juice boxes and all that. One day, when I’m working at the register, a lady comes charging up to me.)
Customer: *very angry* “LETTUCE JUUUICE!”
Me: *gives confused expression* “Sorry, ma’am, what?”
Customer: *now triggered* “LETTUCE JUICE! WHERE’S MY LETTUCE JUUUUUICCEEE?!”
Me: *thinking she’s talking about the shelf, I point to it* “Erm, ma’am—”
Customer: *slaps my hand* “NOOOO! LETTUCE JUICE!”
(I now give up and let her keep going.)
Customer: “LETTUCE JUICE! This is ABSOLUTELY HORRIBLE! I’m calling corporate!” *storms out of store*
(I’ve never actually figured what she was trying to say.)
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
