I work at Starbucks. Most of the time customers are really nice. Sometimes, they’re…not. I can usually weather the idiots without getting upset. However, once in a while, someone rubs me the wrong way. Bagel Jerk, as I not-so-fondly refer to him as, is one of those people.
A guy comes in and says, “I want two plain bagels.”
I say, “I’m sorry, we’ve sold out of plain bagels. All we have left are the cheese bagels.”
He makes a face. “I don’t like cheese bagels.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
“Are you waiting for something else, sir?” I ask.
My jaw drops. “I thought you didn’t want them.”
“You mean after all that, you didn’t get the bagels???” He looks incredulous and angry. That made two of us.
“I thought you said you didn’t like cheese bagels.”
So, tensely we conduct another transaction, because obviously I didn’t make him pay for the bagels when he ordered the first time. He gets his nasty cheese bagels and leaves.