Discounts, Discounts, Discounts
I was working a busy night Saturday shift when a couple came in to sit in my section. Every once in a while, there’s a person who will remain unhappy no matter what. In those cases, I still provide the best care I can. I do rely on my server family a bit more than usual to stay sane.
The lady didn’t like her meal. So we gave her another choice. She thought it was “okay”. (Don’t know what she’s talking about, our food is pretty darn good.) Anyway, this is how the last conversation went.
Man-Do you have a military discount?
Me-Sorry, we don’t.
Man- Do you have a senior discount?
Me- Sorry, no.
This is a real question and I wish I made this up…
Man-Do you have a black man’s discount?
I took a deep breath and exhaled. Here was my answer.
Me- I’m sorry sir. We don’t have a black man’s discount. Or a white man’s discount. Or an Asian or Latino man’s discount.
I somehow managed an apologetic smile and kept my bottom jaw from dropping. Barely.
