Grill The Sandwiches, Not The Staff
(My boyfriend and I are getting lunch from the deli. Standing next to me is a customer, ordering a sandwich from a different worker.)
Customer: “Do you speak English? How many times do I have to tell you? No cheese!”
Deli Worker: “Alright, ma’am.”
Customer: “Why is this taking so long? Hurry up!”
Deli Worker: “I’ll have your order done shortly.”
(The bread on the sandwich breaks, and the employee looks panicked.)
Deli Worker: “Would you like me to remake your sandwich?”
Customer: “Just put the d*** thing in a bag so I can go!”
Deli Worker: “Are you sure?”
(The customer turns to me.)
Customer: “Does anyone speak English in this place?!”
Me: “There is no reason to be so rude.”
Customer: “But he asked me if I wanted cheese! I wrote down ‘no cheese’ and he still asked me!”
Me: “So what? Ma’am, he is trying his best, and being patient with you. You need to calm down.”
Customer: “This is ridiculous! What is wrong with you people?”
(I reach up to gather my order, which is now ready.)
Customer: “D*** it, look at me when I’m talking to you!”
Me: “No, thank you.”
(I give the employees a huge grin.)
Me: “Thank you so much! Have a wonderful day, guys!”
Customer: “Why doesn’t anyone speak English?!”
(Both deli workers give me an appreciative smile. The one that made my food runs over to the register and puts a sticker on my plate; my lunch is free!)