Years ago I was working at a coffee/sandwich shop. Occasionally, we'd get some weirdos calling up on the phone. Never did find out if they were pranks or if the people on the other line really were that crazy.
This one guy called up, looking for someone named Mitch or Mike or something. Wrong number, I tell him. This is a cafe.
Guy: Stop messing with me, man. I know your voice!
Me: Dude, I just told you, you've got the wrong number. Who's Mitch?
Guy: Quit messing around! I know it's you!
Guy proceeds to yell at me and stops just short of giving me death threats. I find this quite amusing, so I keep the guy on the line for a while before I finally hang up on him.
Had another person call up wanting me to read the entire menu to him. Quite an absurd request seeing as we had 42 different sandwiches.
Another customer from out of town forgot their hat in the restaurant and called while they were driving back to wherever it is that they came from. Asked me if I could please mail it back to them. I found the hat. Nothing special about it. Just a regular, beat up old baseball cap. For some reason, I honored the request and mailed the thing to them, paying the postage out of my own pocket. No big deal there. At least they were nice enough to mail me a thank you card.
At another coffee shop where I was working, we sometimes got people calling in to ask directions on the subway. Now this would have been reasonable if they were asking directions to get to the coffee shop, but they were looking for directions to somewhere else that was nowhere near the place. Dude, this ain't 411. That's like walking into a hardware store and asking for Polish sausages.
This one guy called up, looking for someone named Mitch or Mike or something. Wrong number, I tell him. This is a cafe.
Guy: Stop messing with me, man. I know your voice!
Me: Dude, I just told you, you've got the wrong number. Who's Mitch?
Guy: Quit messing around! I know it's you!
Guy proceeds to yell at me and stops just short of giving me death threats. I find this quite amusing, so I keep the guy on the line for a while before I finally hang up on him.
Had another person call up wanting me to read the entire menu to him. Quite an absurd request seeing as we had 42 different sandwiches.
Another customer from out of town forgot their hat in the restaurant and called while they were driving back to wherever it is that they came from. Asked me if I could please mail it back to them. I found the hat. Nothing special about it. Just a regular, beat up old baseball cap. For some reason, I honored the request and mailed the thing to them, paying the postage out of my own pocket. No big deal there. At least they were nice enough to mail me a thank you card.
At another coffee shop where I was working, we sometimes got people calling in to ask directions on the subway. Now this would have been reasonable if they were asking directions to get to the coffee shop, but they were looking for directions to somewhere else that was nowhere near the place. Dude, this ain't 411. That's like walking into a hardware store and asking for Polish sausages.
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