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Some of these are funny, even I was laughing at one point. Some though, well they're the type that make you worry about humanity.
1.) DQ and the Fun Food Fracas.
The local DQ has this neat little system. When you order, they give you this rather large plastic thing that has a number on it. That number, in white on a red background, is what order you are. That way you get the right order right away...right? This is usually the case, though you'd be suprised how many people just ignore the little number things. Yes, Hilarity does ensue.
The other day, I go in for a few banana splits. While there, I notice there's a handful of people milling about and a series of those red numbers left on the end of the counter. My spidey senses were tingling. Bad things were coming.
This older man walks up to make an order, saying over and over that he doesn't want cheese. At one point, as they make the order, he turns to me and says something I don't catch. Probably a snide comment, but I don't know.
Ultimately, it transpires that he and three other customers get their orders munked up because all of them had ignored the little number cards. No numbers on the orders, so it becomes all helter skelter. Finally, at one point, the girls are trying to sort things out, when the older man looks at me and says:
"I shoulda never come here. They can't get my order right."
Looking right at him I said dryly. "They got the order right. You just weren't smart enough to get the number." And I showed him mine. No applause from the crowd, but the girls did give me a free shake later.
2.) No ID, NO SODA!
You know, I don't mind being carded, but there are times when I just want to scream. One of my favorite drinks is something known as IBC. It's a type of root beer that comes in this squat brown bottle that is reminiscent of an old style beer bottle. IBC ONLY comes in a bottle by the way, and has since some 1919.
Picking up a six pack the other day while out and about, I proced up to the cash register to pay. The cashier takes one look at the bottles and the little pack in my hands and says "I need to see your ID."
Blink.
"What?" I ask curiously.
Grabbing the root beer, she pulled it closer to her. "I need to see your ID, or you can't buy this." I honestly thought she was kidding. Reaching out to get it I said with a smile. "No you don't." To which she quickly pulled it back tucked it under her register and said. "Then you can't buy it." NO, she wasn't kidding. Crossing my arms, I opted to ask "WHY?" To which I was told that she had to ID for all beer.
Uh...root beer. As in soda pop...
When I didn't move she turned and threatened. "If you do not leave I'm calling the manager." Smiling I nodded. "Please. I want to talk to them."
The manager comes over, and she starts out about me wanting to buy beer without ID and such, to which the manager starts out saying how it's policy and such. Looking right at him I asked quote "Since when is it policy, to ID someone buying ROOT beer?" He blinked, said it wasn't, and then I said. "Then look at what I was buying."
From the look he gave the woman, I suspect he had words with her.
3.) I weep for the stupid...
The other day, while it was warm, I decided to wash my car. About halfway into it, I decided that I wouldn't just wash my car, but I'd wash my dad's truck and my mum's navigator. About halfway through the truck, with my car sitting aside, this gentleman pulls up in my driveway. Looking over I blinked, shrugged, and passed it off as someone my dad knows.
As I turned to hose off the car, this guy walks over and hands me his car keys. WTF? "I want it ready by two." he says sternly. Blinking at him I asked what he meant. "You wash cars don't you?" He asked. "No" came my answer. To which he replied. "Then what do you call this smart a**?" Looking around I hmmed. "I call it washing my family's cars because my mum and dad are sick, and you trespassing. Why?"
He left right quickly after that.
Still, we live on a dead end street. So I have to wonder does he drive up to every person he sees washing a car and pawn his off on them?
1.) DQ and the Fun Food Fracas.
The local DQ has this neat little system. When you order, they give you this rather large plastic thing that has a number on it. That number, in white on a red background, is what order you are. That way you get the right order right away...right? This is usually the case, though you'd be suprised how many people just ignore the little number things. Yes, Hilarity does ensue.
The other day, I go in for a few banana splits. While there, I notice there's a handful of people milling about and a series of those red numbers left on the end of the counter. My spidey senses were tingling. Bad things were coming.
This older man walks up to make an order, saying over and over that he doesn't want cheese. At one point, as they make the order, he turns to me and says something I don't catch. Probably a snide comment, but I don't know.
Ultimately, it transpires that he and three other customers get their orders munked up because all of them had ignored the little number cards. No numbers on the orders, so it becomes all helter skelter. Finally, at one point, the girls are trying to sort things out, when the older man looks at me and says:
"I shoulda never come here. They can't get my order right."
Looking right at him I said dryly. "They got the order right. You just weren't smart enough to get the number." And I showed him mine. No applause from the crowd, but the girls did give me a free shake later.
2.) No ID, NO SODA!
You know, I don't mind being carded, but there are times when I just want to scream. One of my favorite drinks is something known as IBC. It's a type of root beer that comes in this squat brown bottle that is reminiscent of an old style beer bottle. IBC ONLY comes in a bottle by the way, and has since some 1919.
Picking up a six pack the other day while out and about, I proced up to the cash register to pay. The cashier takes one look at the bottles and the little pack in my hands and says "I need to see your ID."
Blink.
"What?" I ask curiously.
Grabbing the root beer, she pulled it closer to her. "I need to see your ID, or you can't buy this." I honestly thought she was kidding. Reaching out to get it I said with a smile. "No you don't." To which she quickly pulled it back tucked it under her register and said. "Then you can't buy it." NO, she wasn't kidding. Crossing my arms, I opted to ask "WHY?" To which I was told that she had to ID for all beer.
Uh...root beer. As in soda pop...
When I didn't move she turned and threatened. "If you do not leave I'm calling the manager." Smiling I nodded. "Please. I want to talk to them."
The manager comes over, and she starts out about me wanting to buy beer without ID and such, to which the manager starts out saying how it's policy and such. Looking right at him I asked quote "Since when is it policy, to ID someone buying ROOT beer?" He blinked, said it wasn't, and then I said. "Then look at what I was buying."
From the look he gave the woman, I suspect he had words with her.
3.) I weep for the stupid...
The other day, while it was warm, I decided to wash my car. About halfway into it, I decided that I wouldn't just wash my car, but I'd wash my dad's truck and my mum's navigator. About halfway through the truck, with my car sitting aside, this gentleman pulls up in my driveway. Looking over I blinked, shrugged, and passed it off as someone my dad knows.
As I turned to hose off the car, this guy walks over and hands me his car keys. WTF? "I want it ready by two." he says sternly. Blinking at him I asked what he meant. "You wash cars don't you?" He asked. "No" came my answer. To which he replied. "Then what do you call this smart a**?" Looking around I hmmed. "I call it washing my family's cars because my mum and dad are sick, and you trespassing. Why?"
He left right quickly after that.
Still, we live on a dead end street. So I have to wonder does he drive up to every person he sees washing a car and pawn his off on them?
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