Cold Stone != Starbucks

For a while, the man who came into the store, ordered his coffee, got told he wasn't in Starbucks, and then got ice cream was my favorite/most loathed customer who used the wrong door. Until today.

A woman walks in (is greeted with "Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!" just like everyone else), stands at the center of our store, looking at the menu. The following is not verbatim, but close enough:

Me: Have you been to a Cold Stone before?
Woman: Do you sell coffee beans here?
M: Er, no.
W: Oh, you just sell the pre-made drinks and... (trailing off, perhaps starting to make up her mind about what drink she wants already?)
M: Ma'am, the Starbucks through the other door does, indeed, sell coffee beans.
W: Oh! (laughs)
M: Yeah. We sell ice cream.

I mean, she's a total head case, but she didn't hold up the line or anything, so annoying and sucky though she may be, she's also rather funny. In retrospect.

Cold Stone != Starbucks

For a while, the man who came into the store, ordered his coffee, got told he wasn't in Starbucks, and then got ice cream was my favorite/most loathed customer who used the wrong door. Until today.

A woman walks in (is greeted with "Hi, welcome to Cold Stone!" just like everyone else), stands at the center of our store, looking at the menu. The following is not verbatim, but close enough:

Me: Have you been to a Cold Stone before?
Woman: Do you sell coffee beans here?
M: Er, no.
W: Oh, you just sell the pre-made drinks and... (trailing off, perhaps starting to make up her mind about what drink she wants already?)
M: Ma'am, the Starbucks through the other door does, indeed, sell coffee beans.
W: Oh! (laughs)
M: Yeah. We sell ice cream.

I mean, she's a total head case, but she didn't hold up the line or anything, so annoying and sucky though she may be, she's also rather funny. In retrospect.