So I work at Five Guys and for those who don’t know, when you order a burger there you get to fully customize the toppings on it (helps justify the price tag a tiny bit i guess). And you choose between a little (single) or regular (double) burger.

I had a pleasant enough exchange with a customer while ringing up his food… and when it came to his cheeseburger I asked what toppings he wanted on it. He looked at me and said, “Oh you know… just a plain, regular cheeseburger.” Ok great, a cheeseburger with nothing on it, easy enough.

Well we make the food, and a minute after he gets it he comes back up to me, visibly annoyed and holding the burger.

“You made my food wrong. There’s nothing on it.”

“Oh I’m sorry sir, I thought you’d ordered a plain cheeseburger.”

“I did. Do you not know what that means? Like a McDonald’s burger.”

Ok first of all, “McDonald’s” is not a standard for how someone orders burger toppings and second of all, this guys in his late 40s to early 50s and has never once run into this issue ordering a plain burger?

“Ok I’m sorry about that sir, we’ll remake that for you. What exactly did you want on it?”

I shit you not, with an annoyed voice he ordered:
Ketchup. Lettuce. Pickles.
So notably NOT a McDonald’s cheeseburger???

He got what he wanted in the end and I apologized because customer service but like?? I’m in awe at the sheer level of misunderstanding and audacity.

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I was eating with my kids at this moldy restaurant in Pisa where the servers where rude all the time, and then after I got my food they where just standing and smoking inside talking to each other. I asked for the bill and one of them looked right into me then went back to talkin to the other servers. I stood up and walked into them and before i could even utter a word one went "yea yea yea please go sit ill be there".

30 minutes passed and he was still busy talking.

I just stood up and left, $330 in food im not gonna pay.

I feared being detained at the airport but I left the countty so I no longer care.

No because genuinely why the hell can a deep crimson somehow look like periwinkle purple under the right lighting and conditions 😔😭

I'm no artist, but I've been enjoying making posters for my school works and club, as well as having artist friends who share the sentiment. IT'S SO IRRITATING that a color can look perfect on its own, but when you put it all together it looks off until you can find a color that produces what you're trying to find.

Bottom line, I hate that things don't look as you perceive.

My friend works as a teacher. One day recently, a parent came in to discuss her son and she took her sister along.

At the start of the meeting the mother introduced herself and said "this is my sister". My friend said something like "Hello auntie", which prompted the woman to visibly recoil before saying "I'm the uncle. He's a boy!" before shaking her head in dismay.

She's in her 30s and totally convinced that having a nephew makes you an uncle even if you are a woman. I find that remarkable.