Category: Food & Drink


Alcohol Rubbing Them The Wrong Way

| UT, USA | At The Checkout, Food & Drink

(I am at a grocery store on New Year’s Eve. I work in healthcare, so I am working that night, and am picking up some sparkling cider for me and coworkers to open at midnight. I don’t drink, and since we are going to be on duty, it is NOT alcoholic. I am twenty-four years old. I also need isopropyl rubbing alcohol for my home, so I pick that up at the same time. Also note, this is in an area where Mormonism is the predominant religion — a lot of people here don’t drink. The cashier starts ringing up my items and then pauses and looks at the rubbing alcohol and the sparkling cider.)

Cashier: “You know you can’t put the rubbing alcohol in the cider to make it alcoholic.”

Me: “I know.”

Cashier: “No. Really. It’s really dangerous.”

Me: “I know. I’m not going to.”

Cashier: “I don’t think you realize how dangerous it is. This alcohol isn’t for drinking.”

Me: “Look, I work in a children’s hospital, so I really do appreciate what you’re trying to do. I know teens do those types of things. But I just happen to be buying them both at the same time.”

Cashier: “I don’t think you understand… it could kill you.”

Me: “I understand perfectly. However, I don’t drink anyways because of my religion, and I’m on my way to work. I wouldn’t be drinking right now if I did.”

Cashier: “I’ve never heard of a religion that doesn’t drink.”

(This woman apparently lives in Utah but has never heard of a religion that doesn’t drink.)

Cashier: “I don’t think I can in good conscience sell you this.”

Me: “Look. Here’s my ID. I’m 24. If I wanted an alcoholic beverage, I would buy a real one, and not do some weird Prohibition-style punch.”

Cashier: “I want you to understand it’s dangerous.”

Me: “I do.”

Cashier: *shakes her head* “Okay, but I feel really uncomfortably with this.”


I’ve Got Muffin To Sell You

| Memphis, TN, USA | Food & Drink, New Hires

(I have quite a few medical problems, so I go to Memphis about once a month for doctor appointments and such. We always end up at a specific supermarket, as I am addicted to their chocolate pumpkin muffins. We pre-order a half-dozen of them to last me over the month. I also have a speech impediment, so I am easily misunderstood. I, my mom, and younger sister are all waiting in line at the bakery to pick them up.)

Employee: “Hello, is there anything I can help you with?”

Me: “Yes, we placed an order for some chocolate pumpkin muffins, under the name of—”

Employee: “Let me go check, I’ll be right back.”

(We look through the various cupcakes and cookies while he ventures off to find my precious muffins, and when I look up, I see the head baker heading our way.)

Head Baker: “Ma’am, we don’t have chocolate pumpkin cookies.”

Mom: “She meant muffins.”

Me: *quite embarrassed* “Yes, I think it came out wrong.”

(The head chef looks relieved and walks over behind the muffin display, looking in the racks, and scratches, his head, and freezes when he sees the muffins that are set out to be sold, and slowly walks back over to us.)

Head Baker: “Ma’am, we have some new employees… and they put your muffins out to be sold this morning, we believe. I can give you the remaining three that are left, along with three other muffins, completely on me. I am so sorry about this.

(My mother begins to laugh, unable to contain herself.)

Me: “It is is perfectly fine. Snag those three and and three chocolate croissants, and it’s just fine. Every time we come up here they are all gone, and she can’t believe our luck.”

(He looks relieved and boxes up the muffins for us, and apologizes that we had been ‘muffin robbed’.)


Going For The Ice-Cream Tooth And Nail

| Somerset, England, UK | Food & Drink, Health & Body

(I work in a small zoo next to a beach town. I’m normally a zoo keeper, but I am in the gift shop today. Since the weather is getting hotter, we have started stocking our ice creams early, as well as getting in new ones to try out for the summer. I am at the counter when a middle-aged woman rushes in holding one of the new ice creams.)

Customer: “Hi. My dad just bought this ice cream, took a big bite, and his front tooth fell out!”

(In shock I look at the ice cream which is double caramel chocolate, obviously rock solid.)

Me: “Oh, gosh! I’m really sorry! We have new ice creams we are testing out. Is he okay?”

(The father, an older man rushes in behind, holding his front tooth.)

Customer’s Father: “Honestly, I’m all right! These things happen; I shouldn’t have bitten into it!”

Me: “I’m really sorry; can I offer you a refund or anything?”

Customer: “At least change your ice cream! I can’t believe it is so solid!”

Customer’s Father: “No, honestly, it’s okay! I can just suck it!”

Me: “At least let me wrap your tooth up!”

(I wrapped it in blue roll and handed it to him while he just smiled and walked away, happily sucking his ice cream with a massive gap in his mouth! I’m going to advise to the director to maybe not buy anymore of those ice creams.)


Hits You Like A Frap In The Face

| NJ, USA | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

(I’m at a well-known restaurant known for “Mc” In front of some of their foods. It’s my turn to order and the manager is taking my order.)

Manager: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. May I take your order?”

Me: “Yes, please. May I get the double cheeseburger medium meal? May I get a mocha frappuccino for my drink, please?”

(Please note, I have asked for said drink before.)

Manager: “We don’t have frappuccinos. We have frappes?”

Me: *flabbergasted* “Uh, yes. That, please. Thank you.”

(Though a simple thing, I was just surprised that a manager at the restaurant had no idea they were the same thing. Who knew!)


A Combo Of Errors

| KY, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring & Inattentive

Server: “Welcome to [Fast Food]. Would you like to try our new [Special] burger?”

Husband: “No, thank you. I’d like an order of onion rings and—”

Server: *punches in medium [Special] combo with small fries & drink*

Me: “Wait? What?”

Server: “Your total is [amount]. Please pull forward.”

Husband: “Hello? We didn’t want that!”

Server: “…”

Me: “Hello?”

Server: “…”

(We drove off and went to a different fast food chain — one that actually listened to what we wanted to order.)