Big Mistake
My elderly uncle once invited my partner and I out to dinner at an exclusive country club. We were careful to ask what the dress code was and were told we’d be in the club’s more casual dining room and to “just wear anything.” So we showed up in jeans and polos. Big. Mistake.
The entire staff stared at us. The host, standing behind his little podium in a tux, said nothing for a long time, and then, drawing each word out as though it pained him to even those such as us, he said: “I’m sorry, we don’t serve people in… dungarees.”
It was the most insulting and hilarious thing I have ever been told. Every single syllable was shaped with contempt and derision. We told him whose party we were here for. Suddenly they were falling over to explain that, no, no, the jeans would be no problem at all. Story credit: Reddit