Now this story is from way back on New Years Eve. It's a story about how sometimes drunk customers aren't annoying, but funny as hell, big shock, right?
So to set the story I must first point out that I'm fairly well-endowed and our uniforms are fairly form-fitting, so it's not hard to tell. I should also say though that I have very short hair, normally buzzed down, but allowed to grow in the winter. So there's your background, now let's take a trip back in time to New Year's Eve.
It was about ten at night and a taxi full of drunken partiers pulled into the drive-thru. Everything was normal until they drove up to my window to pay. The taxi door opened and an obviously drunk man leans out and says...
Drunk Guy: Well hey there, how ya doing buddy?
I handed him the debit machine and replied: Pretty good, can't complain, how about you?
Drunk Guy: Oh I'm great, thanks dude!
He started pressing the buttons on the debit machine and kept talking, and that was where things get really funny, at least to me
Drunk: You're pretty short aren't you, you're just a little guy!
I saw his wife in the seat next to him start to howl with laughter at his comment.
Me, being me, I decided to have a little fun, so I smile really wide at him and reply: Oh well, I'm five foot six, which is pretty average for a woman
I swear his eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets, and he started stuttering apologies while everyone else in the taxi was laughing at him. I just waved the apologies off, wasn't the first time I've been mistaken for a guy, won't be the last.
That guy made my night though, and I finished my shift feeling happy. So thanks drunk drive thru guy, for mistaking me for a man!