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    Stupid Customers, like the rest of us have to eat and drink. Sadly like the rest of us, they sometimes eat with the rest of us. For every waiter, server, drive-thru operator, coffee shop barista, and restaurant manager who has had to deal with fake allergy’s, vegetarians who don’t know the meaning of the word and idiots who have yet to understand the concept of clearly listed ingredients, we salute you!

    Her Son Is The Eggs-pert

    | TX, USA | At The Checkout, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

    (An elderly lady comes in, whom we all call ‘Egg Lady’. She always complains about how we bag her eggs. We used to bag them in a single bag for her. As that’s wasteful, we tried putting bread on top of the eggs, but she complained that the bread cracks the eggs. It’s gotten bad enough that the manager now makes a point of ringing her up, bagging her stuff, and carrying her bags outside. She comes in the day after Thanksgiving to buy 10 cartons of eggs, and comes to my register.)

    Me: “Oh, Mrs. [Name], let me call the manager.”

    (I call him over to register, and then make some small talk.)

    Me: “How was your Thanksgiving?”

    Egg Lady: “It was nice this time. My family came in, and my son bought me four cartons of eggs. I don’t know how he does it, but he must buy some of those government eggs.”

    Me: “Government eggs?”

    (The manager has come over, and is checking her out. I move to his register to log on, and check out others. The manager takes care to place the cartons one on top of the other, but is called off by another associate. Egg Lady notices I have no customers.)

    Egg Lady: “I don’t have time to wait. My son and his family are expecting breakfast. You can help me load these in the car.”

    Me: “Yes, ma’am.”

    (I turn off my light and go to help her.)

    Egg Lady: “Yep, my son told me how he got these eggs from the government. They are genetically mutating chickens to make stronger egg shells now with all these vitamins inside of them. Only problem is that sometimes the eggs are coming out green.”

    (I just smile and nod as I start to put the egg cartons in her trunk with care.)

    Me: “It’s interesting what they’ll come out with nowadays.”

    Egg Lady: “I might buy some of those government eggs next time. I hear you can smash them against the wall and they won’t break.”

    Me: “I wonder how you crack them open, then.”

    (She suddenly glares at me, and yanks the last bag out of my hand.)

    Egg Lady: “How dare you laugh at me! I’m going to report you to your manager! My son told me that he had government eggs, and you’re going to mock me. If I were your mother, I’d spank your behind!”

    Me: “I’m sorry, ma’am; I wasn’t meaning to laugh at you. I was just thinking out loud.”

    Egg Lady: “I’m going to tell my son about you, so he can prove to you that there are government eggs.”

    (She throws the last carton in, and slams the trunk. This knocks over a small crate she has in there. I hear the crunch of it hitting the eggs. The manager comes outside just as she’s peeling off in a huff.)

    Manager: “She’s coming back tomorrow, isn’t she?”

    Me: “Yep. I’m calling in sick tomorrow, so I don’t have to watch her crack all of our eggs to find the government ones.”

    Service With A Smile

    | TX, USA | At The Checkout, Awesome Customers, Food & Drink

    (My coworker, who is fairly new, has just finished helping a customer. The customer is approaching the counter again, and we assume for a moment that my coworker has made a mistake.)

    Manager: “Is something wrong?”

    Customer: “Oh, no!”

    (The customer turns to the co-worker.)

    Customer: “Can I just tell you that you did really nicely? You looked at me! You looked me in the eye, and you smiled! You were friendly. There is nothing more impersonal that staring down at the counter making the sandwich, then staring down at the change, and paying so little attention that it could have been a flea walking through that door. So I just wanted to let you know that you did that very nicely. Thank you for that.”

    (I was smiling the whole way home that day! Not a lot of customers go to the trouble of coming back to tell an employee that they’ve done something well, especially something as simple as a smile and eye contact. If that customer happens to be reading this, thank you for making my day! You made my coworker’s day, too!)

    Too Much Black Coffee Puts You In The Red

    | AZ, USA | Food & Drink, Liars & Scammers

    (Because we get such a large volume of customers, we make large urns of regular coffee out in the dining area. This is so customers don’t need to come to us for refills, and we can focus on the espresso orders. It is early in the morning, before we get many people; an elderly man walks in.)

    Me: “Good morning, what can I get you, sir?”

    Customer: *snaps* “Hellooooo?! I want a stupid cup of coffee. Gimme a decaf!”

    Me: “Alright, would you like a large or a small?”

    Customer: “Well, I get free refills, don’t I?! I can just pay for a small and drink as much as I want, right?”

    (I am a little shocked at his frank dishonesty.)

    Me: “Yes, sir, we leave the pots accessible to the customers on good faith. It operates on an honor system; technically there is no rule to prevent you from taking advantage of that.”

    (He pays a little over a dollar for his mug, then takes a seat. It is still pretty slow, so we haven’t sold much coffee. In about 45 minutes he storms up to the counter.)

    Customer: “What the h*** is it with you people? Your decaf is empty! And all the milk and cream is empty now, too!”

    Me: “Wow. We had a fresh urn put out less than an hour ago, and we’ve had hardly any customers beside you. I wonder how it could be empty already?”

    Customer: “Well you said I could drink as much as I wanted!”

    Me: “You managed to drink that much?!”

    (I turn to my manager.)

    Me: “How much coffee do those things hold?”

    Manager: “The standard is thirty cups.”

    Customer: “I paid my freaking dollar for bottomless coffee, and I want my money’s worth!”

    Manager: “Sir, I believe you’ve had your money’s worth and then some. When you abuse the free refill system, we end up not having any coffee for customers who actually compensate us, and it cuts into our profits. I don’t know how you could possibly have room for more, but I think it’s time to cut you off.”

    Customer: “My dollar pays all of your salaries! Without people like me, you would go out of business!”

    Manager: “If all our customers took advantage like you, we wouldn’t be able to cover our overhead. You drank several times the value what you paid for, so we’ve only lost money on this transaction.”

    Customer: “It’s people like you who are ruining the economy! Thanks for the crappy service!”

    (He storms out.)

    Me: “Wow. I’d say he needs to switch to decaf, but apparently that’s not working out for him.”

    Management Is Like Walking A Tight-(G)rope

    | The Hague, Netherlands | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Top

    (I’m working the evening shift. The head waiter in another section of the restaurant tells me there’s a problem with some customer harassing the waitresses. I offer to switch places. The offending customer is quickly spotted; he is busy groping a waitress as I walk in.)

    Me: “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask that you stop doing that. We’re trying to work here.”

    (The customer grumbles, clearly irritated. I walk off, thinking it’s resolved. Five minutes later, I watch as a waitress comes to the customer’s table to put down some food, and the customer reaches out for the waitress’ behind. I jump between them.)

    Me: “Sir, I already told you to stop it. You didn’t listen the first time. I’m now going to ask you to leave the restaurant.”

    Customer: “I demand to see a manager!”

    (I’m just a waiter, but I take a chance.)

    Me: “That would be me. Now as I told you, the only solution I see is you leaving the restaurant.”

    Customer: “I’m not going anywhere!”

    Me: “No, you’re coming with me to the front right now. You’re going to pay for your meal and leave!”

    (The customer is still refusing. With the aid of another waiter, we pull the customer out of his seat and bring him to the front, where he finally pays. The rest of his party are horribly embarrassed.)

    Manager: “Yeah, I need to see you about something. You pretended to be a manager?”

    Me: “I’m sorry, I—”

    Manager: “I heard the story. That guy got off easy! I’m glad you managed to make him pay for his food!”

    Placebo Me, Part 7

    | Victoria, BC, Canada | Family & Kids, Food & Drink, Health & Body

    (A mother and her six-year-old child approach the concession at around 7:00 PM.)

    Child: “I want a coke!”

    Mother: “No, sweetie, you can’t have caffeine. Would you like some root beer instead?”

    Child: “Okay!”

    Me: “Oh, actually, this brand of root beer does have caffeine.”

    Mother: “Shush! Work with me here.”

    Me: “Um… okay?”

    (I proceed to make the drink. The child wanders a short distance away, looking at a poster.)

    Me: “So, why do you not want him to know it has caffeine?”

    Mother: “Well, it’s all psychological, like a placebo. I don’t want him up all night!”

    Related:
    Placebo Me, Part 6
    Placebo Me, Part 5
    Placebo Me, Part 4
    Placebo Me, Part 3
    Placebo Me, Part 2
    Placebo Me


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