Calling It Quits Might Not Be A Mis-Steak

, , , | Right | April 8, 2021

I begin my six-am shift at a fast food place by a busy interstate.

Me: “Good morning!”

Customer: “A steak bagel. Just the sandwich.”

Me: “Okay! That will be $4.80.”

I cash the customer out and go to the “landing zone” to collect his food. I call out his order because he walked off without his receipt and number.

Me: “Steak egg cheese bagel?”

Customer: “You said steak, egg, and cheese?”

Me: “I did.”

Customer: “THAT’S NOT RIGHT! I TOLD YOU I WANTED A STEAK BAGEL! NOTHING ON IT! PLAIN STEAK BAGEL!”

Me: “You didn’t specify that when you ordered it, sir, but I’ll have it remade.”

I have them remake the whole sandwich. I hand him his plain bagel.

Me: “Your plain steak bagel, sir.”

Customer: “Did you put breakfast sauce on it?”

Me: *Pauses* “You didn’t specify, again.”

Customer: “LET ME SPEAK TO YOUR MANAGER, RIGHT NOW!”

Our manager comes over to talk to this dude. He tells her he ordered a steak bagel with only sauce. I turn around.

Me: “No, sir, you did not tell me that!”

My manager puts her hand in my face:

Manager: “Shut up, I got it!”

She’s apologizing for my errors, which are none.

Customer: “She must be an idiot or a druggie or both, because she can’t get a real job. I want her name and yours, and how to contact your corporate office.”

She happily obliged. I had had it at that point. I walked over and I told them both to get f***ed — him for being a complete a** for no reason and her for not defending her staff when she always told us she had our back. I grabbed my stuff and left. I will never work fast food ever again.

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