What. The. F***. (From Not Always Right)
Deli
Knoxville, TN, USA
(I work in a deli, and the new girl gets a call about party trays; she hands the phone to me.)
Me: “Okay, sir. Sorry about the wait. Do you know which tray you want?”
Male caller: “I just need some information about party trays.”
Me: “Alright, what would you like to know?”
Male caller: “How many should I order for a bachelorette party with 8 women for 6 hours? They’re hiring me to be the entertainment, and they’re paying me $300 to be a garbage disposal. They said they’ll go out and get more if I don’t bring enough. Would you?”
Me: “Would I… what?”
Male caller: “If you were paying me $300 to be the entertainment and garbage disposal, how long do you think it would last? I want to know what I’m in for. They’re gonna put me in a dress and makeup and tie me up and feed me the leftovers to see how much I can hold. Would you?”
Me: “No, I wouldn’t. Sir… I–”
Male caller: “No, if you were paying me $300 to be entertainment and the garbage disposal and put me in a dress and tie me up so I couldn’t get out… They’re going to pay me a $150 dollar bonus to take a vacuum cleaner and hook it up to me and vacuum. I want to know what I’m in for.”
Me: “Sir, with all due respect–”
Male caller: “Would you?”
Me: “Let me transfer you to my manager. He might be able to help you.”
Male caller: *click*
1 kindred spirits ~ This bugs them too!:
Surely not?
Surely this is SOME FREAK getting his rocks off (some how) not seriously hired as entertainment.
Heavy breathing etc phone calls truely baffel me...
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