You seriously cannot make this shit up.
I'm sure all the idiots and then some were out tonight. Or I was just lucky enough to get them all.
Covering Jade's break in the restraunt, I had this gem of a conversation when a lady was placing her order
Customer: Can I have a caramel milkshake and a strawberry milkshake.
Me: Sure.
Customer: And can I have one of those on skim?
Me: Of course, which one?
Customer: Mine
Me: ...and which one of those is yours?
Customer: *stares* What?
Me: Which one with skim?
Customer: *confused*
Me: Is the caramel or strawberry one on skim?
Customer: Strawberry.
And then straiht after, I was imparted with the knowledge that the next customer had been sick since September and the doctors didn't know what it was, and she'd only recently come out of intensive care and off life-support.
Because of a ruptured bowel.
TMI.
Whilst covering Irwin's break in the console, there was a gentleman with his back to the bread shelves. And asked me if we stocked bread.
Followed by this lovely conversation with another customer:
Me: Any petrol with that?
Customer: Yes.
Me: ...which car?
Customer: *waves hand in vague direction, pointing to another two cars in the process* that one.
Damn this is turning out to be epic.
At 10pm, a telephone inquiry: Do we do 'take-away home-delivered'? We're a roadhouse. Of course we home deliver.
I'm not sure which was my favourite part of the night...
Covering Jade's break in the restraunt, I had this gem of a conversation when a lady was placing her order
Customer: Can I have a caramel milkshake and a strawberry milkshake.
Me: Sure.
Customer: And can I have one of those on skim?
Me: Of course, which one?
Customer: Mine
Me: ...and which one of those is yours?
Customer: *stares* What?
Me: Which one with skim?
Customer: *confused*
Me: Is the caramel or strawberry one on skim?
Customer: Strawberry.
And then straiht after, I was imparted with the knowledge that the next customer had been sick since September and the doctors didn't know what it was, and she'd only recently come out of intensive care and off life-support.
Because of a ruptured bowel.
TMI.
Whilst covering Irwin's break in the console, there was a gentleman with his back to the bread shelves. And asked me if we stocked bread.
Followed by this lovely conversation with another customer:
Me: Any petrol with that?
Customer: Yes.
Me: ...which car?
Customer: *waves hand in vague direction, pointing to another two cars in the process* that one.
Damn this is turning out to be epic.
At 10pm, a telephone inquiry: Do we do 'take-away home-delivered'? We're a roadhouse. Of course we home deliver.
I'm not sure which was my favourite part of the night...