So as is usually the case, this FU didn't happen today. This happened sometime during the summer last year (summer of 2014 that is). So on this fine summer day I started to crave tabouli. I looked around in the kitchen and determined that I had pretty much everything I needed to make tabouli except a cucumber. I was in the mood for a walk so I decided to buy a cucumber at this store nearby that I knew sold produce. I grabbed my wallet and had a pleasant walk over to the store.
Here's where the FU happens. This place that I went to did not sell produce. It was a sit down restaurant. Being the dumbass that I am, I did not know this and walked right in. I was greeted by a waitress who said that they had a table for one available and that I should follow her. This confused me greatly, and as I followed her I began to put two and two together. While walking past people eating their food I realized that it was a restaurant and began to panic. I decided that it was too late to turn around and leave, and so I sat down at the table that the waitress had lead me to and ordered my cucumber.
It took a while for me to convince the waitress that I was serious, but she was very kind and said she would check the refrigerator to see if there was a cucumber that I could buy. I sat at my table for what felt like an eternity, waiting for the waitress to return. When the waitress did come back she had a cucumber in her hand. She handed me the cucumber and pointed to where I should go to pay for it. I thanked her and avoided eye contact with the people who were giving me weird looks as I made my way over to pay.
Apparently no one told the guy who was working the register that some weird guy was buying a cucumber. This guy didn't believe me at all. He wouldn't do anything until the waitress who had brought me the cucumber came over to fill him in. During this time, a line had formed behind me of people who needed to pay. The people in the line glowered at me and my cucumber as the guy explained to me that he didn't know how much to charge me for it. The line began to slowly grow as he tried to figure out exactly how much a cucumber ought to cost. I don't remember the amount that I ended up paying, but I do remember being glad to get out of that restaurant.
TL;DR: Went to a nice restaurant and ordered a cucumber.
Submitted December 17, 2015 at 08:17AM by bcling http://ift.tt/1lRx8d0 tifu
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