A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting to update so soon. I've been reading a lot of nightwalker3's YYH fics recently, and just got inspired. They do a wide verity of longer one-shots, and I'd recommend checking their fics out.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, it is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi. I do not own any stories on Not Always Right.

. . .

An old woman walked right up to the counter. "Where is your elevator?"

Yusuke blinked. "Elevator."

"Yes," she said impatiently "to the second floor."

Yusuke looked around the small restaurant. "We don't have an elevator. Or a second floor."

"Tell me where it is!"

"We don't have one!" He barely managed to refrain from calling her an old hag.

"I want to eat on the second floor!"

"We don't have a second floor!"

By now everyone in the restaurant was looking at the two of them yelling at each other.

"I'll call the business bureau!"

"Go ahead! I ain't afraid of bureaucratic toddlers!"

The old woman left, muttering angrily under her breath.

A few days later Yusuke received a phone call.

"Hello, I'm with the better business bureau and I am calling in regards to your noncompliance with handicap access to your second floor."

Yusuke pinched the bridge of his nose. "We don't have a second floor."

There was a paused, and then the caller verified the shop name, address, and phone number. Yusuke told her the information was correct.

"I'll just file this one under crazy old ladies then. Have a good day!"

. . .

"I'd like to return this and get a refund."

The customer shoved his bowl in Yusuke's face.

Yusuke pulled back and, after he stomped down the desired to punch the guy in the face -the 'Days Since Yusuke Punched A Customer' sign wasn't even in the double digits yet- glanced down in the bowl. There were two noodles left, and barely any broth.

"You want to... return this?"

"Yes."

"Its empty."

"No, its not!"

"Are you going to puke up the rest of it?"

"Ew, gross! No!"

"Then get out of my restaurant!"

"But-"

"Out!"

"But-"

Yusuke bodily threw the guy out. That totally didn't count as punching!

. . .

Kuwabara was visiting one afternoon. It was a rather busier afternoon, which was perfect for the prank he wanted to pull on Urameshi. He waited until everyone had their food and was eating before calling out in a loud voice. "Excuse me, waiter?"

"What?" Urameshi irritably asked.

"There's a fly in my ramen."

Urameshi stared at him, confused. It took a moment for the rest of restaurant to process what Kuwabara said. There was pandemonium as half the people became hysterical thinking there were bugs in their food. Urameshi got mobbed.

Kuwabara laughed until he fell out of his seat. Urameshi didn't speak to him for a week.

Later, when Kuwabara was retelling the story to Kurama and Hiei, he would swear until his dying day that Hiei honestly smiled at the story.