Years ago a guy came into my business and was instantly recognized by an employee. She told me who he was and proved it by pulling up the state’s Megan’s Law website. His crime was truly heinous, but he’d served his time. I asked him to please take his business elsewhere and he complied, apparently used to it.
I’m not claiming what I did was right, but it’s what I’d do today in a similar situation.
EDA: I see the meme has already been played. Still, I must point out that “banned for life” is definitely more stringent than “Come back one year”. You’ve out-nazi’d the Soup Nazi, Little Nemo.
You can legally refuse anyone service unless it’s on the basis of race/religion/gender/disability etc.
Can’t believe so many people would serve Hitler! I’d punch him square in the face. Pretty sure I’d get a big cheer and not a jury in the land would convict me.
This makes me curious: If Hitler were indeed still alive today, and walked (or was wheeled) into an American coffee shop, what exactly could the American authorities do?
he is not wanted for any crimes. If so, I report him to the appropriate authorities. (So that answers the Hitler-specific question).
he is not bothering other patrons. If so, I ask him to leave and/or call the appropriate authorities if necessary.
Other than those two issues, I would put on a fake smile, serve the coffee and go about my day. I don’t have to like a coffee-shop patron to provide reasonable service to them.
It totally depends on how Hitler has handled the past sixty years. If he has carried the guilt of his actions, and he somehow hasn’t been killed and hasn’t killed himself, then I expect that I would see a very humbled man asking for coffee. I’d give him a decent cup. I wouldn’t take his money, either out of disgust or compassion. On the other hand, if he has spent the years trying to regain his former power through hate groups, I’d probably just put an ashtray on the counter and tell him to jump in.
Hitler was in a large part responsible for the death of literally tens of millions of people. Sixty years of feeling bad doesn’t even begin to balance the scales.
First of all, I’d be really confused on how I came to own a coffee shop. Like did I inherit it? win it in a card game? Or am I in the middle of robbing it and I have the staffed tied up and gagged in the back room when Hitler walks in and to not cause an alarm, I pretend to be a worker?
Let’s assume the last one. So I probably have a weapon of some kind. So I would probably take him hostage as well and demand he take me to the secret nazi moonbase. Also, vitamultin. I would demand vitamultin.
Also, to all the soup nazi jokes: I approve.
Also, also I’m friends with a chick who claims to have slept with the soup nazi actor guy at a holiday party of some kind. Apparently super nice guy, but not really good at the sex. Or they were both too drunk. True story.
OK, so you own a cat grooming place. Hitler walks in and wants to have his cat de-clawed. You also notice that at some point in the years since his supposed “death” in that bunker he’s put on quite a lot of weight…