*facepalm*
We sell softserve ice cream, we don't hand dip it. An older lady, her husband, and someone I assume was her son/grandson came in and ordered ice cream. The lady orders a sundae, watches me make it, takes it back to her seat and begins to eat it. A little while later I spot a messy table that is near to where she and her posse are eating their frosty treats and go to clean it. On my way back to the kitchens, she waves me down and the following ensues.
Lady: "Sir?"
Me: "Yes?"
Lady: "I was just wondering...do you...put ice cream in your sundaes?"
Me:
"Yes...that's what sundaes are generally made of."
Lady: *holds up a spoonful of vanilla ice cream* "All I found was this stuff."
Me: ...
Lady: *continues holding up spoon, looking both concerned and confused*
Me: "That...is ice cream?"
Lady: *same scared look*
Me: "We don't hand dip our ice cream. It's softserve."
Lady: "Oh..." *clearly still confused*
Me: "OK..."
Later on, she asked to explain what softserve ice cream is. After I explained, she left, still confused.
That would be ice.
A girl around my age (20's) came through the drive and ordered food and a Pepsi. After taking her money and handing her her drink, I asked her to pull forward so I could help the next person in line who just had a drink. She does so and a few minutes later I take out the rest of her order. Before I could hand it to her, she stops me and this happens:
Girl: *holding up cup* "I don't mean to be a pain, but could I please have a different drink?"
Me: "Sure, is there something wrong?"
Girl: *pointing to brown object on lid* "I don't know what that is."
So, I take the cup and head back inside to get a new Pepsi. As I'm taking off lid, I notice that the brown object was simply a bit of ice with fizz on it...I get a new lid for the drink and a new straw, fill up the drink and give it back.
Girl: "This is the same drink."
Me: "Yes, it is. That brown thing was just ice."
Girl: "It was gooey."
Me: "Ok...but it was just a bit of ice."
Girl: "How can you tell?"
Me: "I work with ice literally all day long six days a week. I'm familiar with it."
Girl: "Oh...ok..."
Me: "Have a nice day..."
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
I'm standing at the front counter, doing something with my phone and enjoying my downtime when some odd-looking dude comes in. I take his order and he waits at the condiment island, reading the newspaper. I go over to the window to start making a to-go bag for his order, putting myself a little out of his line of vision. I turn around just in time to see him take a quick scan of his surroundings (we had no other customers), then proceed to lick the newspaper he was reading. He then notices me and my "what the fuck, dude" look and says "oh...yeah...there was some ketchup on it." My reply, "Yeah, ok. Here's your food, and please, take that newspaper with you..."
BAAAGS!
I don't know what it is lately, but the little old ladies who come in are obsessed with bags both paper and plastic. I don't get it at all.
One seems to believe that putting her milkshake in a paper bag will allow said milkshake to defy the laws of nature and not melt. I kid you not.
Old Lady 1: "Could you please put it in a paper sack? I have to drive about 90 miles out of town and my granddaughter wanted a milkshake from this restaurant and I don't want it to be melted by the time I get there."
Another old lady believes she can't carry her chef salad without a bag.
Old Lady 2: "Could you put that in one of ya'll's plastic sacks? I can't carry that without something to grip it. It gets kind of heavy between my car and the house, y'know."
Today, another old lady requested SIXTEEN large cups of our crushed ice and wanted each one in its own plastic sack.
Me: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that."
Old Lady 3: "Why not?"
Me: "Because, that would be very wasteful of me to do that, and also because that's a little...ridiculous."
She settled for four bags with four cups in each bag. Her reasoning for wanting sixteen bags? She had a lot of pecans in her yard and our bags were, apparently, the best size bags for pecan gathering...
Which one's which?
A lady in the drive ordered a large Sprite and a large Mt. Dew. As I was handing them to her, this happened:
Her: Which one's which?
Me:
"This one (*points to yellow liquid*) is Mt. Dew...the clear one is Sprite."
Her: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Positive."
Maybe she was colorblind, I don't know. Given the extreme amount of idiocy this week, though, I doubt it.
We sell softserve ice cream, we don't hand dip it. An older lady, her husband, and someone I assume was her son/grandson came in and ordered ice cream. The lady orders a sundae, watches me make it, takes it back to her seat and begins to eat it. A little while later I spot a messy table that is near to where she and her posse are eating their frosty treats and go to clean it. On my way back to the kitchens, she waves me down and the following ensues.
Lady: "Sir?"
Me: "Yes?"
Lady: "I was just wondering...do you...put ice cream in your sundaes?"
Me:
"Yes...that's what sundaes are generally made of."Lady: *holds up a spoonful of vanilla ice cream* "All I found was this stuff."
Me: ...
Lady: *continues holding up spoon, looking both concerned and confused*
Me: "That...is ice cream?"
Lady: *same scared look*
Me: "We don't hand dip our ice cream. It's softserve."
Lady: "Oh..." *clearly still confused*
Me: "OK..."
Later on, she asked to explain what softserve ice cream is. After I explained, she left, still confused.
That would be ice.
A girl around my age (20's) came through the drive and ordered food and a Pepsi. After taking her money and handing her her drink, I asked her to pull forward so I could help the next person in line who just had a drink. She does so and a few minutes later I take out the rest of her order. Before I could hand it to her, she stops me and this happens:
Girl: *holding up cup* "I don't mean to be a pain, but could I please have a different drink?"
Me: "Sure, is there something wrong?"
Girl: *pointing to brown object on lid* "I don't know what that is."
So, I take the cup and head back inside to get a new Pepsi. As I'm taking off lid, I notice that the brown object was simply a bit of ice with fizz on it...I get a new lid for the drink and a new straw, fill up the drink and give it back.
Girl: "This is the same drink."
Me: "Yes, it is. That brown thing was just ice."
Girl: "It was gooey."
Me: "Ok...but it was just a bit of ice."
Girl: "How can you tell?"
Me: "I work with ice literally all day long six days a week. I'm familiar with it."
Girl: "Oh...ok..."
Me: "Have a nice day..."

Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.
I'm standing at the front counter, doing something with my phone and enjoying my downtime when some odd-looking dude comes in. I take his order and he waits at the condiment island, reading the newspaper. I go over to the window to start making a to-go bag for his order, putting myself a little out of his line of vision. I turn around just in time to see him take a quick scan of his surroundings (we had no other customers), then proceed to lick the newspaper he was reading. He then notices me and my "what the fuck, dude" look and says "oh...yeah...there was some ketchup on it." My reply, "Yeah, ok. Here's your food, and please, take that newspaper with you..."
BAAAGS!
I don't know what it is lately, but the little old ladies who come in are obsessed with bags both paper and plastic. I don't get it at all.
One seems to believe that putting her milkshake in a paper bag will allow said milkshake to defy the laws of nature and not melt. I kid you not.
Old Lady 1: "Could you please put it in a paper sack? I have to drive about 90 miles out of town and my granddaughter wanted a milkshake from this restaurant and I don't want it to be melted by the time I get there."
Another old lady believes she can't carry her chef salad without a bag.
Old Lady 2: "Could you put that in one of ya'll's plastic sacks? I can't carry that without something to grip it. It gets kind of heavy between my car and the house, y'know."
Today, another old lady requested SIXTEEN large cups of our crushed ice and wanted each one in its own plastic sack.
Me: "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I can't do that."
Old Lady 3: "Why not?"
Me: "Because, that would be very wasteful of me to do that, and also because that's a little...ridiculous."
She settled for four bags with four cups in each bag. Her reasoning for wanting sixteen bags? She had a lot of pecans in her yard and our bags were, apparently, the best size bags for pecan gathering...
Which one's which?
A lady in the drive ordered a large Sprite and a large Mt. Dew. As I was handing them to her, this happened:
Her: Which one's which?
Me:

"This one (*points to yellow liquid*) is Mt. Dew...the clear one is Sprite."Her: "Are you sure?"
Me: "Positive."
Maybe she was colorblind, I don't know. Given the extreme amount of idiocy this week, though, I doubt it.


. But I doubt it will work for terribly long.
WELCOME
Normally I take 2 smallish reusable bags out with me & use those.

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