Don’t Go To Papa John’s And Piss Off Papa John!
I am sixteen, and I’m working at my family’s restaurant. There is a Christmas party group who has booked out the front room. This one old guy keeps complaining every time I bring him food or take the finished plates away.
When dessert comes, he makes a snide comment and I burst into tears. I get back to the kitchen, and my dad sees me crying.
Dad: “What’s wrong?”
Me: “It’s okay. Don’t worry.”
Dad: “Was it a customer?”
Me: “…”
Within seconds, my dad storms out of the kitchen and asks the entire front room:
Dad: “Who made my daughter cry?!”
The room goes silent, and everyone points out the jerk.
Dad: “You think you’re tough, eh? Making a child cry? You enjoy doing that?! You’re going now, and you’re not welcome back!”
Customer: “But she wasn’t doing a good job!”
Dad: “And you’re not doing a good job as a human, so go f*** yourself.”
I miss working with him!
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?