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Category: Bad Behavior

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This Is A Bad Sign, Part 3

| Calgary, AB, Canada | Bad Behavior, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

(The restaurant I work at has free soft-drink refills, with a drink machine in the lobby for customers. Basically, it’s free refills for people inside, but not drive-thru. I’m working the cash window at drive-thru when a teenager holding a plastic cup walks up, ignoring the rather large ‘No walk-ups’ sign next to my window.)

Customer: “Can you refill my [Drink]?”

Me: Um…no. You have to go inside to get your refill. We don’t have a machine in here.

(He promptly runs inside to get his refill. But not 20 minutes later, the customer drives up, holding his empty cup and a small paper sign from the lobby.)

Customer: “I’ll trade you the sign for a refill!”

(And apparently, he tried the same thing at the pickup window!)

Related:
This Is A Bad Sign, Part 2
This Is A Bad Sign

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Hurrying To Get You Nowhere

| Finland | Bad Behavior, Food & Drink, Time

(I work at a really tiny fast food kitchen in a really busy neighborhood, which means that the queues can get long at times. Four cars arrive at the drive-in at the same time, just after four different groups of customers have placed their exceptionally large orders. The guy in the second car gets frustrated and is on his phone whining to his friends, forgetting that I and my coworker can hear him through our headsets. As I walk outside to serve a customer his meal, the guy in the car starts yelling at me.)

Customer: “When the f*** is it my turn?! I want to place my order!”

(Fortunately it’s his turn next, but when he pulls up to the window to complete the transaction, he starts pulling out a sheet of coupons searching for the ones he wants to use, and he can’t seem to decide on whether to pay by debit or cash.)

Customer: “Why the f*** are you guys so slow? I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes. This is ridiculous!”

Me: “I understand your frustration, but I will serve those who came before you first. Besides, if you are in a hurry, I suggest that next time you use the time you have to wait wisely, and have your coupons and payment method at the ready. That speeds things up quite a bit!”

(After that he stayed quiet. I don’t feel guilty about being cheeky either, especially after I found out from my coworker that he’s an unemployed high school drop-out, who mooches off his parents and spends his days driving around his dad’s car!)

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Wishes She Could Exchange Her Child

, | Neuquén, Argentina | Bad Behavior, Family & Kids

(I’m working in a kiosk inside a shopping center that sells mostly toys. A mother with her ten-year-old son comes and start looking for an action figure.)

Me: “From that series we have only this two models left. We are going to get some more next week.”

Mother: “This are fine, thank you.” *to her son* “Which one do you want?”

Son: “Mm… eh… This one! No, no! This one!”

(I gave him the toy and I put the other one back in the place where I took it from. The mother pays and the little kid start getting anxious.)

Son: “No, no! I want the other one! I don’t know which one to choose!”

Mother: “Okay… Can we exchange it?”

Me: “Of course!”

(I take the second toy from its place and I gave it to the kid, who ended up exchanging them. I save the first one and immediately he starts throwing a fit.)

Son: “NO, THE OTHER ONE! I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE!”

(The kid starts crying and screaming. Everyone is now looking at us. I take the saved toy and exchange them again. The kid seems happier for a moment.)

Mother: “That’s it? That’s the one you wanted?”

Son: “Yes! No! I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE!”

(The kid starts with the tantrum AGAIN, screaming and falling to the floor crying. I have no idea what to do anymore and the mother starts to laugh because she can’t believe what’s happening.)

Mother: “Okay, let’s exchange it one more time!”

Son: *happily* “Okay!”

(He stands up and I exchange the toys. The same thing follows two more times: I gave him the toy and as soon I take the other one away, hell is released. I know that he want his mother to buy both of them, but this is insane and the mother doesn’t take the hint or pretend that she doesn’t.)

Mother: *calmly* “That was the last exchange, [Son]. I’m leaving.” *to me* “Thank you for your patience.”

Me: *dumbfounded* “Oh, no problem, ma’am.”

(She leaves, leaving her son still on the floor, screaming and crying.)

Son: “I DON’T KNOW WHICH ONE TO CHOOSE!”

Me: *internally screaming*