We’re coming home along the Thruway and decide to stop at McD’s. There’s a woman and smallish kid in front of us getting huffy and I can tell this won’t end well. And in due time she starts yelling at the cashier, “Why is everything more expensive here? This is ridiculous! You’re ripping people off!” and so on, as the…
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He purchased 365 Starbucks cards???
Jeez, it’s $15 per card minimum, so he’s paid $5000+ on starbucks cards. Sure, so long as they offer the birthday promotion, he could theoretically get a free drink every day... But there’s no guarantee at all that they’ll keep offering the promotion forever.
Not to mention the health…
Every time I read one of these that ends with a sixteen year old waitperson crying over the shittyness of some monogrammed thermosastic asshat, I feel this deep need to commit violence.
I don’t know why I wait for Mondays when after reading these my mind is flooded with rage and memories of my food service past...
I was riding my bike the other day, stopped at a red light in the bike lane, and a mother crossing the street right in front of me said to her daughter “Watch out for bikers. They NEVER obey the law” while staring straight at me. As I was very clearly obeying every single traffic law.
Maybe this is where I am too lenient on service workers, but to this day I don’t understand how a single hair can instantly ruin all food within a 3 foot radius. I get that it’s gross at a primal level, but what exactly does a strand of hair do that is so threatening and offensive that it can’t simply be removed and…
When she said “PUT IT IN A BAG” i’d have thrown it in the garbage.
I would have just poured the milkshake into a bag and handed it to her. And immediately dived around the side of the car before she could hurl it at me.
Regarding the screaming woman in the pizza place: I did have an occasion once where my then 2.5 year old daughter asked me why some woman was yelling at an employee at my local grocery store. It gave me great pleasure to explain, very loudly, that the yelling woman was mean and nasty and probably very unhappy with her…
To be fair, the Milkshake machine SHOULD have been ready by the time the store opens, but that’s not at all a reason for the woman to act that way. It’s a fucking milkshake. Must’ve been a terrible terrible period that morning.
My parents would have said fine, go hungry.
Re: the pizza place. I was just screamed at last week at full volume in front of the circulation desk (I’m a librarian) and I figured that most people around us were thinking, “Whoa! That woman sounds CRAZY. Hey kids, don’t ever act like that.” Never dreamed that someone would back up the lunatic and give the message…
My last restaurant was the best because the cook was a redhead. Nobody trying to pull the “hair on my food” trick ever got it right! One manager would even pull him out onto the floor to prove it to jackhat customers. It gave me warm fuzzies seeing those scam artists deflated.
The second story reminds me of one of my wife’s tales of waiting tables at Dead Lobster while in grad school.
After reviewing the security tapes, we found out that the man had stolen my tip jar before I walked up to the counter THEN USED THE MONEY TO PAY FOR HIS GODDAMN PIZZA.
You gotta love managers who can’t schedule. I had one job where the way the manager decided how many people were needed was by looking at the sales on that calendar day of the previous year - regardless of the day of the week or the weather. Both the day of the week and the weather were the main deciders of how busy…
I know it’s not the same thing, but I felt the need to offer a McDonald’s story of my own as a slight short and sweet palate cleanser (hopefully) for anyone who needs it:
Dear People*,
That, or he is insane enough to sit down with the menu and figure out the cheapest way to price his drink. Either way the guy is crazy and has a special place in hell reserved just for him.