My last post reminds me of another story of when I was on the other side of the service counter.
I worked at a restaurant where instead of utilizing wait staff, we would put the food out on the counter and call out the order number. The customer listened for it, and then matched his ticket with the one on the meal. This system caused all kinds of problems, because it required everyone who ate there to be at least as smart as a helper monkey.
So this guy brings back a tray of food to tell us we got his order wrong. "Can I see your number? You took the wrong tray, yours is right here."
So now the cook has to remake the order for the person whose tray he took, because he had his grubby mitts all over it. The guy doesn't apologize for his mistake, of course, and as he walks away my coworker Travis says under his breath "That's right, genius".
In addition to being innumerate, this customer also had excellent hearing, so he stops short and turns to confront Travis. "What did you just say?"
"Nothing."
Indignant now, "Oh yes you did. You just called me a genius!".
There is no point to that story other than how hilarious the customer's reaction was. We actually laughed right in his face, and he got flustered and walked away without further incident.
