November Theme Of The Month: Black Friday!

| Minnesota | Unfiltered

I work at this buffet, which only serves Breakfast & Dinner on Sundays.

Me: *Long usual intro*

Customer: That can’t be the right price! Isn’t it lunch time!?

Me: On any other day, yes, it would be lunch time, but on Sundays, we do not serve lunch.

Customer: No! It’s only 2:30!! Your dinner prices start at 3:30

Me: I’m sorry maa’m. Like I mentioned, on Sundays, we do not serve lunch & it is currently dinner.

Customer: Get your manager! You’re overcharging me!

Me: *Calls manager to the front*

Manager: *Comes to front* Yes, what can I help you with?

Customer: You guys are overcharging me!! It is currently lunch time!

Manager: I’m sorry, but on Sundays we do not serve lunch, it jumps from breakfast to dinner.

Customer: *Angry grunt noise* Whatever! Just ring me up! This is the last time I eat here!

Try To Turn That Frown Upside Down

| AB, Canada | Food & Drink, Love/Romance

(It’s Valentine’s Day, and we offer heart shaped pizzas on this day, so you can probably imagine how busy it is. I am on phones and I didn’t leave my spot the whole night because the phone was ringing non-stop.)

Me: “[Restaurant], [My Name] speaking. How can I help you?”

Customer: “Yeah, so I got this f****** heart shaped pizza and it doesn’t even look like a heart. It looks like a distorted spade. It looks mushed-up and gross. And it took way too long! Two and a half hours for a pizza!”

(The wait time for delivery has been up to 3 hours and 45 minutes.)

Me: “I am sorry, ma’am. We can send you another or give you a voucher.”

Customer: “No, I don’t ever want to ever f***ing order from here again. It doesn’t even look like a heart! It’s a frigging spade! I’m taking pictures and posting it online!”

Me: “Have you tried flipping this pizza around?”

Customer: “Mhmph.” *shuffling of box noise* “Okay, you got me on that! But this is unacceptable! Let me talk to your manager!”

Allergic To Common Sense, Part 6

, | San Antonio, TX, USA | Extra Stupid, Food & Drink, Health & Body

Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. How may I help you?”

Customer: “Yeah, I’d like a combo number three, please.”

Me: “Okay, what size would you like that combo?”

Customer: “No tomatoes! I’m extremely allergic to tomatoes!”

Me: “Not a problem, sir. I’ll personally ensure there are no tomatoes on your sandwich. Now, what size did you want your combo?”

Customer: “Eh, medium, I guess. Oh! Can I get extra ketchup on that?”

Me: “…Sir, ketchup is made from tomatoes.”

Customer: “Yeah, and?”

Me: “Sir, you’re allergic to tomatoes.”

Customer: “Yeah, that’s why I ordered it without tomatoes!”

Me: “But, you want extra ketchup—”

Customer: *interrupts, but still clueless* “Yeah!”

Me: “Which is made from tomatoes…”

Customer: “…”

(I gave him his total, he paid, and I served him his sandwich exactly as he ordered it.)

Allergic To Common Sense, Part 5

Their Brain Is Still Warming Up

, | WA, USA | Bizarre, Health & Body

(It is fall so it’s chilly but not freezing outside.)

Me: *wearing muscle shirt and shorts*

Customer: “You must be warm blooded!”

Day One: Fine. Day Two: Attempted Kidnapping

, | Gothenburg, Sweden | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Hotels & Lodging

(I’m on my first internship at a hotel restaurant and have received good praise from the boss and the other workers. It’s my second day and since it’s late November, the restaurant is fully booked for various company’s Christmas parties. I’ve just turned 18 and I am legally allowed to serve alcohol to customers. My coworker instructs me what to do and warns me about how ‘free spirited’ the customers can (and will) be. They also tell me that I should report immediately if something happens. The first hour passes by fast and many of the guests are dancing in the middle of the floor. I go to pick up some of the plates from an empty table in one of the corners of the room when someone suddenly grabs my butt. I turn around and see a man around fifty-years-old.)

Me: “What are you doing?!” *I immediately respond and take his hands of my back*

Customer: “Don’t be such a heartbreaker, darling. I was just admiring your behind and couldn’t help myself.”

(He smirks jokingly. To my surprise he doesn’t seem drunk at all.)

Me: “Well, sir, I’m sorry to inform you but I feel very uncomfortable.”

Customer: “Well I have a suggestion that the two of us could move to a more quiet place and maybe get to know each other better.”

(Before I can respond the man proceeds to grab me and drag me out of the room. In my state of panic I catch a glance towards the kitchen door and see, on one of the female coworkers, a shocked face, and how she rushes through the door. The man just reaches the exit when the security chief, a tall and very muscular man, enters through the kitchen doors. He spots the man dragging me out and runs to us.)

Security: “And where are you going with our waiter? I suggests NOWHERE!”

(The entire room stopped and turned to us and the man became pale as a ghost, let me go, and then headed towards the exit. After the man ran away the boss came down and asked if I was all right. I was sent home early to get a good night’s sleep. The scary thing was that the man wasn’t even on the guest list. He had just entered the party without anyone’s permission!)