A Combo Of Combos
It’s been a long day and I’m not taking unnecessary crap at this point. I still try to be polite and friendly with customers, but this woman rubs me the wrong way from the start.
Me: “Hello, how can I help you today?”
Customer: *Snotty tone* “What’s your combo?”
Me: “All of our sandwiches can come in a combo. Was there any particular one you were looking at?”
Customer: *Still rude* “I need prices.”
Me: “All of our prices are listed on the menu just above me here.”
Customer: “None of those say combo!”
I’m tall enough to reach most of the menu board and point directly at specific items.
Me: *Points* “Combo.” *Points to another one* “Combo.” *Points again* “Combo.”
I keep doing this until I’ve pointed at all twelve of them, and then I continue in my overly-polite customer service voice.
Me: “Now, which one would you like today?”
She just stood silently for a moment before placing her order. I probably shouldn’t have done that, but if she had asked nicely, I would have given her the prices.
