Working game day.
Today I worked part of game day. It started off very very slow, but within the mere 5 hours that I was working, I had a few great exchanges with customers that I can't help but share:
Exchange #1:
*looking around frantically for a while, then finally turning to me*
Lady: "What terrific baked goods do you have to offer today??"
Me: "We actually don't get them delivered on weekends, but we have day-old pastries on the shelf for half price."
Lady: "EWWWWWWW!!!!" *quickly walks out of the store*
WTF? They were fresh-baked yesterday. They are wrapped in plastic, so they are not dried out. They are still good, and delicious, and really cheap. Also there are 2 other places on this block that have pastries, so please never come back, because you're tactless and rude.
Exchange #2:
Older dude: "Wow, is it always this busy in here??"
Me: "No, just on game day. Everyone goes crazy on game day."
Older dude: "Oh, there is a game, I see. Who are they playing?"
Me: "Uh... actually, I have no idea, sorry."
Older dude: "You have no idea?"
Me: "No... I don't sorry... hey Phil do you know who they're playing?"
Phil: "No, I don't."
Older dude: "Do you attend here??"
Me: "Yeah."
Older dude: "You go to school here, but you don't know who they're playing??"
Me: "Yeah, I'm not really that into football."
Older dude: "Neither of you know who they're playing, you just know that there's a game??"
Me: "Yep...."
*Phil proceeds to try and explain to the guy that he was never really into sports*
AGAIN, WTF? Why do I have to know who the football team is playing just because I get my education from the same school that is written on the football players jerseys?? I usually try to find out what's going on so I can tell people who ask me (because they always do) but today I just didn't know. I hated how he could not get over the fact that I was a student but didn't know the answer to his question. Also, he didn't even know there was a game, and you pretty much have to be blind and deaf to not know there is a game if you live in Eugene.
And lastly, my absolute favorite...
Exchange #3:
Youngish girl carrying the neck of a saxophone and buying a sparkly Oregon hat, who I'm guessing is in the marching band or something:
"Hi, can I buy this hat also?"
Me: "Yeah, definitely."
Girl: "Could I also get... umm... how about.......... a lime latte."
Me: *at first I look at her with a smirk, thinking she is DEFINITELY joking. I wait for a while and realize she is not smiling or laughing. She is serious.* "...um... yes... sure."
I proceeded to make her the liiiiiiime latte (!!!), in complete disbelief that I was actually making one. My old co-worker Shawn and I had once sat down discussing what could possibly be the grossest thing someone could ever order, and it was, in fact, a lime latte. Well... to be totally honest it was a breast milk lime latte. But if you were ordering something that was actually possible we definitely talked on multiple occasions about how a lime latte would, without a doubt, be the sickest thing you could order.
When she ordered it I strongly considered saying something like, "Yes... but to be honest with you, I wouldn't recommend it..." but then I didn't want to make her feel dumb or something, and I didn't want to crush her lime latte dreams... so I didn't say anything.
And the way it looked! Our lime syrup is very very bright green, and the bright green mixed with the espresso looked soooo putrid. I can't even think of a better way to describe the color than putrid. I didn't even want the next guy in line to see me handing it to her for fear that it would turn his stomach. Blughhhhh! She put a lid on it and walked out happy-looking. But really... I'm sure she will never order one again. So sick. When my coworkers came in later I told them each separately and both of them had the exact same wide-eyed, mouth-drops-open reactions. No one could believe it. Seriously the sickest thing anyone has ever asked for.
Exchange #1:
*looking around frantically for a while, then finally turning to me*
Lady: "What terrific baked goods do you have to offer today??"
Me: "We actually don't get them delivered on weekends, but we have day-old pastries on the shelf for half price."
Lady: "EWWWWWWW!!!!" *quickly walks out of the store*
WTF? They were fresh-baked yesterday. They are wrapped in plastic, so they are not dried out. They are still good, and delicious, and really cheap. Also there are 2 other places on this block that have pastries, so please never come back, because you're tactless and rude.
Exchange #2:
Older dude: "Wow, is it always this busy in here??"
Me: "No, just on game day. Everyone goes crazy on game day."
Older dude: "Oh, there is a game, I see. Who are they playing?"
Me: "Uh... actually, I have no idea, sorry."
Older dude: "You have no idea?"
Me: "No... I don't sorry... hey Phil do you know who they're playing?"
Phil: "No, I don't."
Older dude: "Do you attend here??"
Me: "Yeah."
Older dude: "You go to school here, but you don't know who they're playing??"
Me: "Yeah, I'm not really that into football."
Older dude: "Neither of you know who they're playing, you just know that there's a game??"
Me: "Yep...."
*Phil proceeds to try and explain to the guy that he was never really into sports*
AGAIN, WTF? Why do I have to know who the football team is playing just because I get my education from the same school that is written on the football players jerseys?? I usually try to find out what's going on so I can tell people who ask me (because they always do) but today I just didn't know. I hated how he could not get over the fact that I was a student but didn't know the answer to his question. Also, he didn't even know there was a game, and you pretty much have to be blind and deaf to not know there is a game if you live in Eugene.
And lastly, my absolute favorite...
Exchange #3:
Youngish girl carrying the neck of a saxophone and buying a sparkly Oregon hat, who I'm guessing is in the marching band or something:
"Hi, can I buy this hat also?"
Me: "Yeah, definitely."
Girl: "Could I also get... umm... how about.......... a lime latte."
Me: *at first I look at her with a smirk, thinking she is DEFINITELY joking. I wait for a while and realize she is not smiling or laughing. She is serious.* "...um... yes... sure."
I proceeded to make her the liiiiiiime latte (!!!), in complete disbelief that I was actually making one. My old co-worker Shawn and I had once sat down discussing what could possibly be the grossest thing someone could ever order, and it was, in fact, a lime latte. Well... to be totally honest it was a breast milk lime latte. But if you were ordering something that was actually possible we definitely talked on multiple occasions about how a lime latte would, without a doubt, be the sickest thing you could order.
When she ordered it I strongly considered saying something like, "Yes... but to be honest with you, I wouldn't recommend it..." but then I didn't want to make her feel dumb or something, and I didn't want to crush her lime latte dreams... so I didn't say anything.
And the way it looked! Our lime syrup is very very bright green, and the bright green mixed with the espresso looked soooo putrid. I can't even think of a better way to describe the color than putrid. I didn't even want the next guy in line to see me handing it to her for fear that it would turn his stomach. Blughhhhh! She put a lid on it and walked out happy-looking. But really... I'm sure she will never order one again. So sick. When my coworkers came in later I told them each separately and both of them had the exact same wide-eyed, mouth-drops-open reactions. No one could believe it. Seriously the sickest thing anyone has ever asked for.