After a blissful 11 days with the baseball team out of town, they came back and I had to work last night. I was happy to be returning to work, but kind of stressed because of the heat. Oh, well, I made the best of it and set up my stand.
Game time comes, and part of the announcer's spiel is to tell the current temperature.
CL = cranky lady
Announcer runs on about attendance, weather...and the temperature at game time is 96 degrees.
Me - Good grief, I can't believe it's 96 degrees right now. (7 pm in the evening)
(Cranky lady looks at me with nasty expression)
CL - THANKS! I don't appreciate hearing the exact temperature! Now I feel EVEN HOTTER! (geabs beer and stalks away)
Me - (WTF?)next!
I wasn't even talking to the customer, I was talking to my daughter-in-law, who I am training to run her own stand.
During a brief rush last night, I accidentally spilled a beer all over my counter. The customer was a nimble young guy and easily jumped out of the way. He got(literally) about a half-teaspoon of beer on his t-shirt.
Me - yeah, you know who
SC - entitlement-minded freebie whore
Me - Oops, sorry, I'll get you a new one.
SC - You spilled my beer - that means I get a free one.
Me - um, no, that means I pour another one to replace the one I spilled
SC - But I got it on me LOOOOOK! I GET A FREE BEER!
Me - (glances and tiny wet speck and hand him his one paid-for beer)
SC - You mean you aren't giving me another one free? LOOOOK!
I had a line and his whining was getting old. so I go into Mom-Mode and give him the Mom-Face
Me - You got what you paid for, now go(wagging the Mom-disapproving-finger in his direction)
So he grumbled and walked away. I mean, really, what was that? Yes, I spilled it, but I also replaced it. Grow up, already.