Homosexuals shouldn’t work food serviceon May 19, 2007 at 8:40 pm
Homosexuals Shouldn't Work Foodservice
Today was the first time I had a customer complain about the fact that I am gay.
Now, I'm not even sure whether this guy was actually referring to me or to my closer, a goofy kid with a mop of hair worthy of Shirley Temple. I didn't really care; I was sort of in shock. Here's how it went:
Me: Thank you for calling *X Pizza*! Would you like to try *such and such*?
Guy: No, I wanna talk to a manager.
Me: I'm a manager, can I help you?
Guy: I came in and bought a pizza a little while ago.
Guy: And the guy working was a homosexual.
Guy: Yeah, he was a queer! Was it you?
Me: Yes, I suppose that was me.
Guy: You queers have no business handling peoples' food! All you queers fucking have AIDS anyhow! I'm never eating there again! I don't wanna get sick!
Me *after taking a deep breath*: Well, if you weren't perfectly satisfied with your purchase, sir, you may call the Customer Service Line. The number is on your box. *hang up*
Honestly, all I could do after I hung up the phone was laugh. I mean, what? Like I said, I'm not even sure he was talking about me (I don't have many overt tendencies, or so I'm told, so what tipped him off?). I don't know if this guy was just trying to get someone's goat, or if he honestly was worried about getting the HIV from eating homosexually prepared pizza, but I wouldn't let myself get mad about it. It really isn't worth anything more than a chuckle at the dickhead's expense. I only hope that the dude's fear of contagion is going to be enough to make him keep his promise.