(Note: I’m working the drive-thru.)
Coworker: “Hey, ask this next guy how his mom’s doing.”
Me: “Uh, okay…” *to customer* “Hey, how’s your mom doing?”
Customer: “She’s in f***ing jail! Thanks for asking!”
(The customer drives from the intercom to my window, pulls down his pants, shakes his butt at us, and then drives away. The next customer in line pulls up.)
Next Customer: “What the H*** was that?!”
Also seen on Not Always Working.
(Instead of having a definite job role I am just expected to help out wherever the restaurant is short. On this day, I have been cleaning.)
Customer: “Excuse me, could you tell me where your toilets are?”
Me: “Just through there, sir. Just give me a moment to get the cleaning stuff out of there.”
(I clear the toilet and leave. On my way downstairs, I am asked to open the bar up for the customers. I change and do so.)
Same Customer: “Oh, weren’t you just upstairs?”
Me: “Yes, sir. Can I get you anything?”
Same Customer: *nervous look* “Uh, I’ll just have a coffee. I’m sitting over there…”
(After serving, I change again and start waiting tables.)
Me: “Hello again. Can I take your order?”
Same Customer: *upset* No…no…I think I’ll have to leave…”
Me: “Are you okay, sir?”
Same Customer: “I can’t eat in a place that employs CLONES! CLONES! CLONES EVERYWHERE!” *leaves*
(I work in the drive-thru area of a well known fast food store. I’m taking an order out to a customer who, instead of parking in the designated bays, has parked in the main car park. The car he is parked next to just happens to be mine.)
Me: “One burger meal?”
(The customer throws open his door with great speed, slamming it into my car and leaving a noticeable dent. In shock, I drop his paper bag.)
Customer: “What on EARTH do you think you’re doing?!”
Me: “You just hit my car!”
Customer: “Oh, I didn’t realise it was yours.”
(At this point I’m too shocked to do anything other than stand there and try not to cry.)
Customer: “So, are you going to compensate me?”
Me: “What for?”
Customer: “You just dropped my food on the floor. I demand a full refund and maybe some extras.”
Me: “Sir, you just dented my car with extreme force. I don’t particularly feel inclined to do anything other than replace the meal I dropped, to be completely honest.”
Customer: “That is RIDICULOUS! You owe me £5 for that meal!”
Me: “With all due respect sir, if I may please have your insurance details, we’ll see just how much you owe me!”
(At our fast food restaurant, a customer walks in with a seeing eye dog. It’s in training with a clearly-marked blue vest and two trainers. However, a customer behind her begins complaining.)
Customer: “Man, I thought your sign said dogs ain’t allowed!”
Me: *to a trainer* “Ma’am, it’s a working dog in training, correct?”
Trainer: “Yes. She has to be trained in public before they’ll allow her to go to a patient.”
Me: “Sir, she’s a working dog. They’re allowed in public buildings by state law.”
Customer: “Man, that’s bulls***!”
Me: “Why’s that, sir?”
Customer: “That dog don’t work here!”
So Long, Sexism: This week, we feature five stories of employees dealing with (and often overcoming) sexist remarks from customers!
- The Estrogen Empire Strikes Back:
A sexist fast food customer faces women in power–everywhere!
- The Land Of Milk And Money:
Don’t have a cow, man–ladies understand farming, too.
- Cross-Platform Chromosomes:
Games may be platform-specific, but video gamers are gender neutral!
- Now Accepting Immigrants From Femmerica:
News flash from Bigotland: half of America ain’t American.
- The Spice Girls Have A Lot To Answer For:
Yes, “Ladies go first”–except when they’re cutting in line!
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