I was driving across Nebraska with a classmate to attend a conference. We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere to eat dinner. It was one of the restaurants where you pay at the register after you eat, so we went to pay our bill. I handed the waitress my bill and credit card. She ran the credit card, didn't work. She ran it again, didn't work. She tried punching in the numbers, didn't work. Other waitress comes by, runs credit card. It works just fine. Other waitress leaves. She hands me the receipt to sign. I ask her for a pen. For some reason they don't keep one at the register, so she goes off to find one. Five minutes later she returns with a pen. I write down a tip, total it up, sign and hand it back to her. She enters the total I have just written at the bottom of the receipt into the cash register, it deducts the original total to show change owed (the amount of the tip). She takes the tip amount in cash out of the register and offers it to me. I look at her blankly and say that it was a tip. She acts like this exchange is not weird at all and puts the money back in the register.
My classmate hands over her bill and credit card. Once again the waitress cannot seem to get the credit card to work after a few attempts. Other waitress comes back, runs the card and leaves. Classmate writes down a tip, totals everything up, signs and hands back the receipt. THE WAITRESS TRIES TO GIVE THE TIP BACK AS CHANGE AGAIN. Classmate indicates AGAIN that this was tip (maybe the fact that it was written on the "Tip" line should have been a clue). Waitress once again acts like this a totally normal and puts the money back in the register. It could have only been more perfect if she had lost the pen between transactions.
To this day am I curious if no one had ever tipped her before and she didn't know what to do about it or if she attempts to give people change every single time.
I went to college in Arkansas, and freshman year, when meeting new people, we would often say where we were from. I got tired of hearing people mangle Massachusetts, so I just started saying I was from New England.
One person responded, "New England? Cool! I've never even been out of the country."
He thought New England was a colony in the South Pacific. He also later told me Massachusetts isn't supposed to have an "s" at the end. We all just spell it wrong.
Post by themysteriouswife on Mar 27, 2015 5:55:42 GMT -5
I purchased a basket shaped like an Easter egg from Publix. The cashier mentioned how cute it would be as an Easter basket. I said "that's the plan." She shockingly said "I had no idea! It's really cute." The tag said "Easter Basket Large" and the monitor said "Easter Basket." Unfortunately and was dead serious at thinking she came up with a useful way to use an egg shaped basket. I try to avoid that Publix. This isn't the first stupid thing one of their employees has done.
When I was in the hospital, a nursing student asked me where I was from. I told her that my dad was from Palestine. She asked if that was in New Hampshire.
Then when I told her it was in the Middle East, she asked if I spoke "Iraqian?"
I had no patience for her dumbassness. I'm sure I was rude to her. She was at least 22 and in college. No excuse for that level of dumb.
I had the star field screensaver on my computer at the crazy law office I used to work at and I convinced on of the attorneys that it was a remote satellite feed from a telescope that was hooked up in my yard and pointed at deep space.
She asked me how I had a space picture on my computer so I just ran with it.
I was driving across Nebraska with a classmate to attend a conference. We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere to eat dinner. It was one of the restaurants where you pay at the register after you eat, so we went to pay our bill. I handed the waitress my bill and credit card. She ran the credit card, didn't work. She ran it again, didn't work. She tried punching in the numbers, didn't work. Other waitress comes by, runs credit card. It works just fine. Other waitress leaves. She hands me the receipt to sign. I ask her for a pen. For some reason they don't keep one at the register, so she goes off to find one. Five minutes later she returns with a pen. I write down a tip, total it up, sign and hand it back to her. She enters the total I have just written at the bottom of the receipt into the cash register, it deducts the original total to show change owed (the amount of the tip). She takes the tip amount in cash out of the register and offers it to me. I look at her blankly and say that it was a tip. She acts like this exchange is not weird at all and puts the money back in the register.
My classmate hands over her bill and credit card. Once again the waitress cannot seem to get the credit card to work after a few attempts. Other waitress comes back, runs the card and leaves. Classmate writes down a tip, totals everything up, signs and hands back the receipt. THE WAITRESS TRIES TO GIVE THE TIP BACK AS CHANGE AGAIN. Classmate indicates AGAIN that this was tip (maybe the fact that it was written on the "Tip" line should have been a clue). Waitress once again acts like this a totally normal and puts the money back in the register. It could have only been more perfect if she had lost the pen between transactions.
To this day am I curious if no one had ever tipped her before and she didn't know what to do about it or if she attempts to give people change every single time.
After college I lived with DH and SIL on a top floor apartment. It had vaulted ceilings and skylights. One night we are eating dinner and SIL comments that the neighbors upstairs are SO quiet.
We just kind of stared at her for a minute. Then DH reminded her that there aren't any upstairs neighbors.
Post by shamrockshake on Mar 27, 2015 6:12:38 GMT -5
A friend of mine once asked me why people kept buying "jack knife" tractor trailers since they were always the ones that broke down. She legit thought jack knife was a brand of tractor trailer. Not as bad as a lot of these stories but it still makes me laugh years later.
I was driving across Nebraska with a classmate to attend a conference. We stopped at a restaurant in the middle of nowhere to eat dinner. It was one of the restaurants where you pay at the register after you eat, so we went to pay our bill. I handed the waitress my bill and credit card. She ran the credit card, didn't work. She ran it again, didn't work. She tried punching in the numbers, didn't work. Other waitress comes by, runs credit card. It works just fine. Other waitress leaves. She hands me the receipt to sign. I ask her for a pen. For some reason they don't keep one at the register, so she goes off to find one. Five minutes later she returns with a pen. I write down a tip, total it up, sign and hand it back to her. She enters the total I have just written at the bottom of the receipt into the cash register, it deducts the original total to show change owed (the amount of the tip). She takes the tip amount in cash out of the register and offers it to me. I look at her blankly and say that it was a tip. She acts like this exchange is not weird at all and puts the money back in the register.
My classmate hands over her bill and credit card. Once again the waitress cannot seem to get the credit card to work after a few attempts. Other waitress comes back, runs the card and leaves. Classmate writes down a tip, totals everything up, signs and hands back the receipt. THE WAITRESS TRIES TO GIVE THE TIP BACK AS CHANGE AGAIN. Classmate indicates AGAIN that this was tip (maybe the fact that it was written on the "Tip" line should have been a clue). Waitress once again acts like this a totally normal and puts the money back in the register. It could have only been more perfect if she had lost the pen between transactions.
To this day am I curious if no one had ever tipped her before and she didn't know what to do about it or if she attempts to give people change every single time.
That is bizarre. I wonder if most people left a cash tip on the table? Like she was trying to give you the tip to leave? I've been to a few places (mostly diners) where they encourage cash tips because then the waitress can take it home that night vs waiting for the transaction to clear in a few days.
Coworker #1 - "I have gall stones and will probably have to have my gall bladder removed."
Coworker #2 - "Is that an organ you can live without?"
Me - "Nope, he's gonna die."
CW2 has all kinds of gems. We're doing a March Madness bracket challenge here at work through Yahoo's Tourney Pick'Em for $5 a bracket and she asked me if she had to pay me or pay Yahoo.
DH's BFF teaches music to students of all ages. When we were all younger and broke, he taught in the apartment he and DH (then FI) shared. During one lesson that I was home for, he had a copy of one of the Tolkien books on the coffee table. Somehow in conversation it came up that he'd just finished reading it. The student got all wide-eyed and responded, "You read that? I've never read an entire book before!" She had just graduated from college.
I knew someone who thought the word "scapegoat" was "escape goat" and could not be convinced otherwise. Because you blame it on the goat and then escape from the situation. He also tried to convince my friend that a breast exam was not a normal part of a gynecologist visit and that she should report her doctor for assault.
My friend and I walked into a pizza place and ordered a pizza to go. We asked for pepperoni and half without sauce. The guy behind the counter asked which half we'd like without sauce, the left or the right. We both paused and finally said it didn't matter (you know because you can usually tell). But the guy was really worried that we wouldn't know so he kept going on and on about how this was going to be accomplished and was making suggestions like putting the pepperoni in a certain pattern on one half so we'd know. We kept saying it would be fine and didn't matter. This went on for several minutes and finally the manager came up rolling his eyes and convinced the guy that they would figure it out. We still laugh about that.