He Knows They Can Give His Number To The Police, Right?

, , , | Right | December 18, 2020

I am a teenage girl. It is after closing time, which is ten pm, and we get a phone call.

Me: “Thank you for calling [Restaurant]; my name is [My Name]. How can I help you?”

Caller: “Yes, hi, I’d like to place carryout.”

This customer is slurring their words.

Me: “I’m so sorry, but we closed about ten minutes ago.”

Caller: “Oh… shooooooot! Okay! Well, then, I want this for tomorrow. I want half for eleven am and the other half at like… six?”

Me: “Okay, what can I get for you?”

I start making their order. They have me spell EVERYTHING, insulting whoever is yelling in the background on their end.

Caller: “Sorry, my son is [disabled slur] and won’t shut the f*** up.”

At this point, I’m behind on my closing duties. I ask for a name and phone number for the order.

Caller: “Absolutely beautiful. My name is [Caller] and the phone number is [phone number]. Now I have a question for you.”

Me: “Happy to help. What can I do for you?”

Caller: “Do you ever give out your personal phone number? Because your voice is getting me… excited.”

I slam the phone down and cancel the order. I begin sobbing uncontrollably. They call again, but my manager picks up the phone and threatens to call the police if they call again. He writes their phone number down as well as the number on the caller ID.

Manager: “Just letting you know, I listened to that phone call. You handled that phone call really well. I’m so proud of you. You deserve a lot of credit for that. They shouldn’t be calling back, because I threatened to call the police and charge them for harassing an underage girl.

Me: “I don’t want to leave by myself.”

Manager: “That’s fine; I get it. You can hang out with me in the office until my work is done.”

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