Literally the easiest, yet most annoying job on the fucking planet
Earth.
Unless you're funny as shit, my enthusiasm fails to see the light of day.
To the customers who complain: let me tell you this, and please think about. YOU'
RE COMPLAINING ABOUT ICE
CREAM. I'm not building you a
house, selling you a car, or cooking you an expensive diner. I'm making you ice
cream. You ordered it, so don't come screaming to me yelling "I'm gonna call the cops, this is robery. Your prices are too
high!" Oh, I'm sorry lady, I forgot that you can't read our prices.
To the customers who lack common sense: You're not much better than the customers who compalin. For real, you have eyes for a reason. Don't ask me what sizes we have when they're right in front of you. Don't ask me what our prices are, when they're right in front of you. And most certainly don't ask me where the napkins are, when (you guessed it) they're right in front of you. Don't ask me if we serve ice cream. If you ask something as
dumb as that, don't expect a very educated answer from me. Yes, the ice cream names are dumb as shit, but my five year old cousin can pronounce them better than you can.
Anyway, besides the
dumbass customers, working at Coldstone is
pretty baller. Take as much ice cream as you want when you work, and have deep meaningful conversations about life, with your fellow co-workers. Blast
music when no
one comes in, and plot your next awesome way to playfully mess with customers.
Dumbass question
Customer-"Do you guys have ice
cream?"
Me-"No, we sell cars here."
Customer (walks into Coldstone)-"are you guys open?"
Me-"No, the door's open and all the lights are on for no reason."
