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I am working the ovens at a pizza chain that offers both carryout and delivery.

Customer # 1 comes in to pick up his order. He has long dyed blond hair. Our Till worker informs him that his first pizza is ready and his second one will be out in about 30 seconds.

Customer # 1: “Why is the second pizza not ready with the first. “

Till: “I took a little more time to make the second one so it went in the oven a little while after the first”.

Customer # 1 “that’s not how it works”

Manager steps in. “Im sorry for the delay sir, but the first pizza was a simple cheese and the second was a works pizza. IT takes a little more time to put all the topping on your pizza.”

Customer # 1 (getting very nasty) “Have you even taken a Customer Service course before. “ Manager “yes”

Customer # 1 “I demand to see the certificate right now”

Manager “I cant do that, I need to make other peoples orders now”

Customer # 1 “What is your name”

Manager “*****. Sir, you have your order, please leave, I have a store to run”.

Customer # 1, rants for a little while, then leaves.

Customer # 2 who witnessed everything and has already paid for his order takes out $20 and hands it to my manager. “You souldnt have to deal with assholes like him.”

Manager “Thank you, but I can’t take that” and hand it back. He then put in on the counter and leaves the store.

She then makes change for it and gives me, the till and another worker $5 and keeps the last part.

They then tell me this isn’t the first time he has made a scene.

About half an hour later the phone rings and I Answer.

Me: “thank you for calling ****, this is ****, How may I help you”

Customer # 1 (Very nice) “who is the manager right now”

ME: “***”

Customer # 1 “May I speak with her”

Me” May I ask with this is regarding”

Customer # 1 “This is **** and I want to talk to her about the incident that happened about 30 mins ago”

Me “ok please hold”

Customer # 1” Ok”

I told my manger it was the guy, and he wanted to talk to her. I also told her I was going to listen in to the line because of him being a trouble making customer.

Manager “Thank you for holding, this is ***, how may I help you”.

Customer # 1 (very nasty and he doesn’t know im listening) “HI, I was in earlier and I want to know the names of the store manager, and his manger, and I want their phone numbers. “ Manger “ I can give you their name, but I cant give out their numbers.”

Customer # 1 “Your telling me you cant call your manager if there is a problem.”

Manager “no, I just cant give you their numbers.”

Customer # 1 “When will the store manager be in so I can call and talk to him.”

Manger “He is opening in the morning.”

Customer # 1 “I will be calling him. And let me tell you what you did wrong. You Saw my hair and assumed I was uneducated. I have a masters degree and am a regional manager for an aeronautics cooperation. I am educated and I assure you I am Smarter then you.”

Manager “Sir, if you don’t have anything important to tell me now, I need to get back to running my store.”

Customer # 1 “Assure your boss that I will be calling him.” Hangs up We check over his account and see he got free food about 3 months ago, we think he complains until we give him his food for free. We told out boss about the incident and noted how he talked to me verses my manager, probably to make me think he was level headed and she was being rude to her, but he didn’t know I was listening in on them. We haven’t heard from him again.


This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 54

| San Francisco, CA, USA | Extra Stupid, Money

(I’m a cashier at a popular retailer on a busy Saturday. An early-twenties man waits in line with a birthday card that says “DAD” on the top, and no envelope.)

Customer: “Do you sell the outsides for these?”

Me: “Yes, envelopes should be directly behind the cards.”

Customer: “Oh. Well, I didn’t see them…”

Me: *taking pity on him, as the lines are long and he’s already waited once* “That’s okay. Why don’t you just get it now and go back to pick up an envelope after?”

Customer: “Okay.”

(He proceeds to act like he’d never seen a debit card terminal in his life. I coach him on how to slide his card, and then we get to the cash-back screen.)

Customer: “I thought it was $5?”

Me: “Yes? The total’s $4.34.”

Customer: “But the lowest option’s $10?”

Me: “Oh, um, that’s for cash-back. Do you want cash-back?”

Customer: “Yes. Which button should I push?”

Me: “That depends on how much cash you’d like back.”

Customer: “But which option should I choose? Does it make a difference?”

Me: “It controls how much cash you’ll get.”

Customer: “Will it be more than one transaction?”

(I’m very lost at this point. I decide to go back to the very, very beginning.)

Me: “Sir, cash-back means that you pay the store extra money on your card, and then we give you that extra money in cash. It’s like going to the bank.”

Customer: “Oh! Oh, I don’t want that.”

Me: “Okay, then just hit ‘no.’”

(After all that, he doesn’t remember his PIN and leaves without the card. And then, about half an hour later, he is back at my register.)

Customer: “Do you still have that card?”

Me: “Yes.”

Customer: “Okay, I’d like to pay with this.” *hands me his student ID*

Me: “What?”

Customer: “Run this. It has [University currency from University a few blocks away] on it.”

(This currency is something you, or your parents, can load onto your card to do things like pay for your on-campus laundry with a swipe of your ID.)

Me: “Sir, we don’t take [University] dollars here.”

Customer: “Why not?!”

Me: “We’re just a store. We’re not connected to your school. We take real dollars here.”

(He left, and he didn’t come back again.)

This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 53
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 52
This Is Why We’re In A Recession, Part 51


Must Love Those ‘Rush-To-The-Airport’ Scenes In Movies

| London, England, UK | Movies & TV, Tourists/Travel, Transportation

(I work in a cinema in Leicester Square, right in the heart of London’s West End. It is around midnight and a lady rushes in with several suitcases. Note that it’s 15 km to the nearest airport.)

Lady: “Is this the airport?”