A Number 666 With A Side Of Brimstone
(After serving them their fast food, a woman with a family of six runs up to the counter, furious.)
Customer: “You! You stacked our food wrong! Now my kids are crying!”
Me: “Pardon?”
Customer: “Come look!”
(She brings me down to their table, where their three pre-teens are crying their eyes out and her husband looks incredibly frustrated.)
Customer: “Look!”
Me: “Ma’am, I don’t see anything wrong with your food–”
Customer: “[Child #1] is supposed to eat first, but his food is on the bottom! We won’t be able to get it without moving the other things!”
Me: “I don’t think I understand.”
Customer: “He’s the first person on the left! He has to eat first, or Satan will claim his soul!”
Me: “Uh…”
(I decide to ask counter-clockwise around the table what everyone ordered, and hand them their food out off the pile.)
Customer:, “Oh, thank you! You will serve as a warrior of God someday!”
Me: “…right.”
(That family still shows up once a month or so, and suffice to say, I always run out to see what order they’re sitting in before I serve their food.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?