Originally Posted by
BobSakamano
Funny "please" story:
I had just arrived in Cincinnati for training. I went to Frisch's Big Boy. Well, being from the West Coast, I thought the familiarity of a Big Boy burger would help ease the pain. So the waitress comes up to the table and asks what I'd like to drink. I said, "I'll have a Diet Coke." She looked me right in the eye and said, "Please?" Incredulously, I said, "OK...May I have a Diet Coke PLEASE?" She laughed and said, "No silly, I meant WHAT." I said, "Ok, why didn't you just say WHAT then?" She laughed and brought me a Diet Coke and a Big Boy burger. I almost puked when I took the first bite. Who the hell puts TARTAR sauce on a cheeseburger? Really?!?! A real Big Boy burger uses Thousand Island, not tartar sauce. I just threw up a little in my mouth thinking about it.
I should've figured it out right then and there...
Holy Crap! I think I may have hurt myself laughing so hard at your story!!!!
First time I heard "please" was on a DAL flight to CVG. A guy across from me in first class (pre-screwthecomairguyswithaS3C) was asking me something. I answered him, and he said, "Please?" I thought he was saying it as if he did not believe me (as in "N&*a Please!"). I was quite offended. I didn't talk to him anymore! LOL!