In Hot Water Over A Hotdog

I was working at a store’s café and we were about to close. A woman approached the counter.

Customer: “I’d like a kid’s hotdog for my son.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we’re all out of those. They’re not very popular at night, so I don’t make a lot before closing, and I’ve already cleaned the machine. I do have regular hotdogs left.”

The woman was mad, but she left.

Fast forward to closing. I was in the middle of rushing to get things done because I had to clock out at a certain time. The woman came back with the store’s night supervisor.

Night Supervisor: “Just make the hotdog. Cook it in the microwave.”

So, I microwaved it, checked the temperature to make sure it was cooked, and gave it to the woman.

Woman: “I’m not gonna pay for that.”

And she just walked away with the hotdog. I literally didn’t have time to fight with her, so I just left a note to my café supervisor explaining everything.

I never got in trouble. In fact, all the café workers were mad at the night supervisor for interfering with our closing procedures.