Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn, Part 25
I am the only one working at this fast food burrito place right now, and I’m still kind of new. My manager goes to help a customer jump-start their car, and my coworker who is supposed to be on shift has called in sick
Me: “How are you today, ma’am?”
Customer: “I need a medium burrito. Make it quick; I’m late to a meeting.”
Me: “Of course, ma’am. What type of tortilla would you like?”
Customer: “I obviously want a flour tortilla if I didn’t say otherwise! That should be common sense!”
I begin to make her burrito.
Customer: “Give me chicken.”
Me: “All right, would you like dark or white meat chicken?”
Customer: “What’s supposed to be in the empty bucket?”
Me: “That’s our steak, but unfortunately, we are currently out, and my manager had to leave for a few minutes, so it will be about a thirty-minute wait.”
Customer: “I want steak. How about you just make it?”
Me: “Unfortunately, I’m not trained in using the grill, so I’m not allowed to use it.”
Customer: “Well, I want steak, so what are you going to do to help me?”
Me: “The best thing I can do is ask my manager to start cooking steak when he gets back, but like I said, it won’t be for a few minutes.”
Customer: “I told you I have a meeting soon and you tell me I have to wait? How is this acceptable service?”
At this point, I don’t really know what to do, and I am visibly anxious, so I offer to call my manager for her to ask when he’ll be back.
Customer: “You should know already that I don’t have time for that. Just give me chicken.”
Me: “Of course, ma’am, would you like dark or white meat chicken?”
Customer: “Does it matter? Just hurry up.”
I give her white chicken in the hope that she won’t come back to complain since most people who like dark also like light. After that, I roll her burrito and ring her up.
Me: “Would you like a receipt?”
Customer: “No.”
I click “no receipt” and hand her her food.
Customer: “Where’s my receipt?”
Me: “I clicked ‘no receipt’ because you said you didn’t want one.”
Customer: “I changed my mind. Print it.”
Me: “I can’t do that without manager approval.”
She scoffs at me and then sits down to eat even though she is “late for a meeting.” I think it’s over, but she comes over to me five minutes later.
Customer: “I wanted dark chicken meat.”
I have lost my patience now.
Me: “Since you told me it didn’t matter, you would have to pay for the new burrito.”
My manager finally returns, sees her yelling at me, and runs over to ask what happened.
Customer: “Your staff was rude, ignored what I wanted, and then refused to remake my food!”
My manager sees that I am on the verge of crying.
Manager: *To me* “Your side: what happened?”
Me: “She said the chicken type didn’t matter, so I gave her the cheaper option.”
Manager: *To the customer* “This is the first complaint that [My Name] has ever received, and I don’t think they actually were rude to you. I think you should leave.”
She goes on a rant about how my manager is an a** for choosing my side over hers.
Manager: *Picking up the phone* “Do I need to call 911?”
That made her leave. After that, my manager apologized that he wasn’t there to help me.
Related:
Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn, Part 24
Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn, Part 23
Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn, Part 22
Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn, Part 21
Some People Just Want To Watch The World Burn, Part 20