A gentlemen informed me tonight that he had a question, then held up his open menu to a picture of our of our steaks. I started preparing to go through the explanation of what, exactly, the stringy mess on top of the steak is … but no, I was wrong. Instead he pointed to the list of sides underneath the steak.
“What's the difference between the rice and beans and the corn?”
facepalm forever
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"One comes from a cow, and the other one comes from a pig."
Oh my God. PLEASE tell me you're joking.
How to fuck with him: "Well, they're actually all the same. We put the different names down for people from different areas of the world that call it something different." Then proceed to answer any further questions by referring to all three in the same sentence as though they are interchangeable.
oh oh oh... please start doing what FMT suggests...then when/if you ever get called out on it just do the whole wide eye dumb/innocent stare
Jesus what a idiot. I sometimes wonder what is up with people!
No. Way.
I probably would have said "That has to be the stupidest question I have ever heard everyone in this room is dumber for having heard it, may God have mercy on your soul!"
I had a guy seriously ask me what sweet potato fries were.
I told him they were just like french fries...but made with sweet potatoes.
And I did it all with a straight face.
I feel I deserve a freakin medal for that.
Some of the gems that I've gotten:
"How big is a 9 inch pizza?"
"How many wings do you get with the all-you-can-eat buffalo wing special?"
"Excuse me, do you work here?" (I was wearing my staff shirt and apron and delivering food to a table when the Rhodes Scholar approached me and asked me this!)
I don't think I could fuck with them like FMT suggested -- I have enough trouble reining in my sarcasm, if I cut it loose even a little I'll end up fired! :)
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