Customer: "I want an upside-down vanilla latte with caramel drizzle."
My coworker (a veteran compared to me, only a month into my role) jumps in and charges the customer for a caramel macchiato.
Me: *To my coworker after the customer leaves.* "Does she know she's just ordering a caramel machiatto?"
Customer: "Table for six."
Owner: "Can I get your name? The waitlist is about an hour."
She takes a second, and this look of sheer anger appears on her face.
Manager: "So… I'm reviewing the latest batch of bad reviews. The usual BS they think we need to give a s*** about, but then I came across this one."
My manager slides his tablet over to me, and I read the one-star review:
Customer Complaint: "Your bathroom is in your stockroom and difficult for a customer to access!"
Customer: "There's a hair in my meal."
Coworker: "May I see it?"
The customer holds up a single hair while continuing to complain.
Customer: "I want a new meal."
Let me make my position on Young Sherlock absolutely clear: If Sherlock and Moriarty do not kiss and/or fuck by the end of this series, I will not be responsible for my actions.
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The moral of the last two episodes can be summed up as "never air live when you can air on a delay instead". Though I did find those chyrons for the show trial pretty amusing!
Caller: "I got rid of the old couch, obviously! Right after I placed the order for the new one. We're sitting on the floor to watch TV, so delays are unacceptable."
Office Lady: "No, I gave you a key with the fob."
Me: "Ma'am, the only thing I was given was the—"
Office Lady: *Now angry.* "—Don't argue with me. I've been doing this for fifteen years; I know what the f*** I do with my keys."
Me: "No screen and no buttons? That's odd. Can you read the make and model from the box it came in?"
Caller: *Shouts the model number.*
Me: "Sir, that's a flip phone."
Caller: "What the h*** is a flip phone?!"
Dear Pay Dirt, My husband and I are fortunate enough to be homeowners with pretty good credit. We get credit card and loan offers in the mail all the time. I’ve been trying to declutter our house, and junk mail is a big issue. Everything goes on the entry way table and its always overflowing. I set up a recycle bin in the entry way for just such physical spam, but my husband won’t use it because he says we have to SHRED all those offers, and our shredder is not big enough to deal with all the constant clutter! Also, the shredder is in his office, and he only gets to it every other month or so, so the workflow doesn’t keep up.
I know that’s the best, most secure way to deal with junk. But really, our recycle bin is kept in the garage until the night before the garbage is collected., then we roll it out to the curb. We always put other recycling on top of the mail.
Is it really that dangerous to just toss those mailers as is? Maybe tear them up by hand first? Please help! —Drowning in Junk Mail
Dear How to Do It, I’m an 18-year-old guy, and I’ve recently had to move in with my older sister and her husband. My brother-in-law, “Kenneth,” is honestly the most amazing guy I’ve ever met. He’s kind, funny, and built like a Greek god. He’s also super traditional and religious, which is part of why I’m so confused. Lately, I feel like there’s this insane sexual tension between us. He walks around the house in just sweatpants with no underwear, and the bulge is so obvious. I feel like he has to know what he’s doing. Today, he was working out shirtless, and I asked if I could just sit and watch. He said yes, no questions asked, and worked out for a full hour. He was lifting weights and flexing right in front of me.
To me, this is a clear sign. A straight guy wouldn’t let another guy just watch him work out, would he? He has to be into it. But he’s also my sister’s husband, and he’s super religious, so it’s all so complicated. I’m starting to think about ways to make a move, to show him I’m interested. I’m convinced he wants it too. My question is: Am I right? Is he giving me signals, or am I imagining this? —Confused and Craving
Customer: *Walks right up to me and ignores my greeting.* "I want the Wii for $99.99!"
Me: *Internal groan.* "There's more detail to the sale than that, you also have to purchase these other items to—"
Customer: "—I don't care about any of that and don't want it, I just want the Wii for $99.99!"
Me: "Can I get that bottle for you? You got pretty muddy feet, and I just cleaned the floor."
Guy: "That's what mops are for."
He stomps his feet and leaves.
Customer: "You said I could pick any meat as a replacement!"
Me: "Yes, sir, but just one. You're replacing one meat item for one meat item."
Customer: "You didn’t say that! You said I could have any of the other meats!"
Me: "But not all of them."
If there's one thing I've learned from Cake Wrecks over the past decade, it's that Epcot is a thing not to be trifled with.
If there's another thing I've learned from Cake Wrecks, it's that you can't make a rounded cupcake cake (ptoieee!). As in, ever. The laws of physics preclude even the merest hint of possibility.
Not that this stops our brave wreckerators from trying, of course. They seem convinced that slathering potentially life-threatening amounts of icing onto anything will put a skeptical customer into a pre-purchase sugar haze.
So let's look at how the seemingly simple circle becomes a disaster destined for diabolically dastardly...um...proportions. (No, wait. Dimensions! Dang it. Broke my stride.)
This...[dramatic pause]...is a base "ball."
And this...is Spider-Man:
Or what's left of him, anyway.
This...is...SPARTA!!!
Actually, no. I think this is supposed to be a hamburger.
"Eh wude lak to baa zebargare kek." Baker: "I'm sorry, what?" "Zederbergerer kek." Baker: "Okay, I'm really not sure what you're..." *sobbing* "DERBERGER!"
Well just remember, Wreckerators, you can always resort to that old standby: Piping, The Fix For Everything.™
Perfect.
Nina M., Amanda Y., Tyler M., & Ruth U., here's hoping the CCC will be circling the drain sometime soon. Think there's a petition we can all sign?
*****
P.S. Right, so cupcake burgers are a no, but SOCK burgers?