(Note: I work at a restaurant where I have to wear an extremely conservative uniform with minimal makeup and jewelry. I’m serving two elderly ladies.)
Me: “Hey guys, how are y’all doing today? What can I get for you to drink?”
Customer #1: “Coffee.”
Customer #2: “Me too, please.”
Me: “Okay, I’ll have that right out for you.”
Customer #1 to #2: “Doesn’t she look like a gold digger?”
Customer #2: “I was thinking the same thing!” *to me* “Honey, are you a gold digger?”
Me: “Um, no, ma’am. I am just a waitress.”
Customer #1: “Well, come on now dear. It’s obvious that you’re a gold digger.”
Customer #2: “It’s nothing to be ashamed of! Be proud! In all my years of living, I’ve learned it’s the best thing to do–be a gold digger!”
Me: “What?”
Customer #2: “It’s okay to be a gold digger, honey. I’m sure you’re a very good one! You look like you’d be great at it.”
Customer #1: “Yes! Well, I’m glad we know that you’re a gold digger now. I’m proud of you. I’d like cream with my coffee.”
Me: “O…Okay, I’ll have that right out…”
