Hello all. Its been awhile since I've updated and that's not fair to the loyal readers so its time to get back on track. Figured the best way to do this is to tell you stories about certain customers that have made a lasting impression with me over the years.
Today's tale: Duck Lady.
Some of the weird customer that I've dealt with.... no, most of the weird customers that I've dealt with over the years... haven't really had a choice in being weird. They weren't all there to begin with. Take for example Pasquale or as she was known at the restaurant: The Duck Lady.
Pasquale would come in nearly everyday for the breakfast special. And she was a pleasant enough lady but she had a slight quirk. She had a stuffed toy of a duck that she would bring with her and place on her table. At first it seemed weird but not crazy. But then she started talking to it. And trying to feed it food from her plate. And at one point she even ordered a meal for the duck. It was a kid's meal and only costed 3$ so I didn't argue with her about it. I mean, it was her money so I wouldn't tell her how to spend it.... no matter how crazy it seemed. I even packed it up for her when her duck couldn't finish the meal. I guess he was too stuffed to eat anymore....
When D.L. would pay for her breakfast she always paid by credit card. Her meal totalled $3.19 with the taxes and she would tip 25 cents. Every server would complain about the fact she tipped a quarter but as much as I tried to explain to them that she was giving a tip amount equal to the taxes on the bill which is what she should give as an acceptable tip if the bill was higher. So in her eyes, I'm sure she thought she was giving a decent tip.
The weirdest day with D.L. was the day she came in and was wearing a military uniform. When I approached her table, I glanced at her nametag. Since she paid by credit card everytime, I knew her last name so wanted to make sure the uniform was actually hers. The nametag was the same as hers and the uniform looked as if it fit properly so it must have been hers. This both scared me and made me a bit sad. At some point she was normal enough to pass some sort of psych test. And now she was buying breakfast for a stuffed toy.
And one day Pasquale just disappeared. She didn't come in for breakfast one day, and then another day, and then a third day. And then like two weeks later one of my co-workers asked: "Have you seen Duck Lady lately?" and I realized I hadn't. Its been almost three years since I've seen her. Hopefully she got some help. Or something.
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