I used to work in a coffee house, and this customer came in. She told me that she had this one drink at this place and she didn't remember what it was. That should have been a red flag. I asked her if the drink was hot and she said no. So, I asked her if the drink had ice in it and she said no. I then asked her if the drink was blended and she said no.
There's no other way to have a drink!
Eventually, I found out the drink was hot.
submitted by Pat from Ohio
I was working the register, and a man came up buying books. Everything was going along like a normal day, until I realized that I had no quarters in my till. The coinage I owed the man was fifty cents so I gave him 5 dimes.
The man became outraged! He literally shouted, "what's this? Dimes!?". I explained the coin shortage and the man roared that he didn't want dimes! I needed to call a manager to bring quarters so I told him I would do that.
"What?! No!" The man vehemently expressed that he didn't want to wait. He slammed his books on the counter and proclaimed that he would return them rather than take the dimes.
Only a manager can perform a "return" transaction, so I told the man that he would have to wait for me to call a manager either way.
I imagine that, if a hurricane were tackled, pinned, and stuffed into an airplane vodka bottle, it would bare a striking resemblence to this man.
He waited, fuming, as I served the next customer in line. The manager finally came. She carefully removed the quarters and counted them despite my urging. The man snatched his quarters and returned the foul dimes before storming out the doors.
submitted by: Natalie from California
Working the night shift at Borders Books doesn’t sound exciting, but sometimes it is, especially in the café.
There was one night when this guy who looked like he was from the Whole Earth Festival came into the café. (Whole Earth is best described through it’s participants) Let’s just say I didn’t know anyone still wore bear pelts.
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Anyhoo, I was stocking the condiment bar when our be-dreadlocked fellow entered. He was mumbling to himself constantly. As I refilled the lids and straws, he proceeded to remove half of the sugar packets from their compartment. He took the bottom half and poured the sugar into an empty 32 oz paper coke cup. He then put all of the sugar packets he had removed back. During this bizarre event, I increasingly felt as though he was mumbling at me. Eventually, I was certain he had mumbled something at me. I indicated that I hadn’t heard and he asked, just a little louder, “Stuart, are you immortal?”
My name tag showed my name so that was disconcerting for a moment; I must admit though, I had never been asked something that strange by someone that strange who was standing that awkwardly close to me.
“I don’t know,” I quipped stepping aside and putting the space bubble back between us, “but I never really wanted to test that.”
The mumbling fellow nodded his scruffy self and mumbled “Yes, yes, of course, that makes sense” sort of noises. He said “good bye, Stuart the immortal” and left with his cup of sugar.
submitted by: Stuart from California
This guy walks in to a Barnes and Nobles café. He asks the “barista” for a cappuccino in a ceramic “for here” type mug. The café sellers inform the guy that B&N Café does not have ceramic mugs.
“Well, what about those?” the invasive customer asks, gesturing towards the tiny single and double shot espresso cups.
The purpose of the 1.5 oz - 2.5 oz is explained to the customer (espresso only, they’re too small for anything else). The client then asks, and then demands that his cappuccino be poured out into several of the little cups.
He received about 5 little cups. He came back again for the same thing.
submitted by: anonymous