Nepotism Rarely Works Out

, , , , , , | Working | July 31, 2020

I work at a local sandwich shop. Our manager has recently hired her daughter’s boyfriend and it is going about as well as you might expect. The owners are nice people, but the manager is kind of a snob. She’s the type that only works eight to four, Monday through Friday, no matter what is happening because she’s “management” and the “grunt work isn’t her job.” [Coworker] is lazy and a jerk to customers but the manager has his back.

One Sunday evening, a regular comes in. She always has a special order due to a few dietary requirements but is such a good customer. She comes in during off-peak hours, is polite and happy, and tips fantastically. She even tips extra during holiday seasons, sometimes 100% or more of her bill. 

My new coworker messes up her order by adding meat to a vegetarian order. Then, he tried to pick off the meat instead of just restarting. Then, he added cheese. Nope. The customer has a dairy allergy. Full restart.

I’m catching his mistakes and making him redo it, but each time, he is complaining louder and louder about these “stupid f****** vegans” right in earshot of the customer.

He then tries to hide bacon bits in her food “as a prank.” I kick him off the line to make it myself and tell him I am going to report him. 

Coworker: “Do you remember who I am?”

At this point, the customer pipes up from the counter.

Customer: “Do you know who I am?”

Coworker: “Some entitled Karen who refuses to just pick something off a menu?”

I flipped, told him to shut up, and got her food out “on the house.” She just smiled at me, took out her phone, called someone, and retold the whole story. 

Within fifteen minutes, the manager and owner were both in the shop. [Coworker] was fired on the spot and the manager was told to fill in the shift and the rest of his scheduled shifts since he was “her hire” and the owner didn’t want any shift to be short-handed due to “her mistake”. The manager has since been relieved of hiring duties.

Unbeknownst to all of us, the regular was the owner’s twin sister.

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Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 11

, , , , , | Right | July 30, 2020

I have recently been hit by a gluten allergy that makes me break out in hives and makes the bottom of my feet swell up, so it can be hard to walk. It means I have to be careful about everything I buy, so a lot of my items are marked gluten-free on the container. I’m putting things on the conveyer belt with a growing line behind me. Behind me is a woman who has made rude noises behind me the whole time.

Cashier: “Your total is [high total].”

Me: *Laughing* “Ouch, that’s a kick to the bank account. It kills me that they make gluten-free food so expensive.”

The woman behind me glares at my heavyset body.

Woman: “Maybe if you didn’t follow the diet trends.”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Woman: “I know you fatties think that these fad diets are going to help you. Maybe if you actually put the candy bars down and started being active, you wouldn’t need these diets.”

Cashier: “Ma’am, you’re being rude.”

The customer behind this rude woman speaks up.

Customer: “If you’d look at the spots on her arm, you’d also realize you’re an ignorant b****.”

Woman: *Offended* “Who the f*** are you to talk to me like that? Fat b**** is complaining about high prices.”

Me: “Yeah, I am, because I have to buy this food. I’m gluten intolerant. I break out in hives all over my body if I have it. So I have to eat it so I don’t build up and have my f****** tongue swell up in my mouth.”

Woman: “You’re a f****** liar.”

Me: “I have pictures of my swollen tongue on my phone if you want proof.”

Customer: “Maybe if you’d stop being judgmental, b****, you wouldn’t be making assumptions. Besides, your fat a** could also stand to lose some pounds.”

Woman: *Getting red-faced* “F*** you!”

She slams her cart into my side, which makes me have to stand on my sore foot.

Cashier: “Ma’am, you need to leave now before I call the manager over here.”

Woman: “F*** you, too! F*** all of you. I’m going to find the manager myself!”

As I left, she was standing with the manager, yelling and pointing at me. The manager approached me about hitting the woman and verbally assaulting her just as I was going out. The cashier and I explained the situation to him and he ended up calling the police when she punched him and stormed out. On the plus side, I got a free gift card to the store.

Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 10
Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 9
Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 8
Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 7
Better Have A Big Fat Apology, Part 6

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Redefining “Lightweight”

, , , , , , , | Working | July 30, 2020

I worked in a bar at a sports stadium. We were allowed to have non-alcoholic drinks but many of the staff added spirits to their drinks. Usually, management turned a blind eye — often they would have one, too — as long as no one got drunk. But there was one worker who often went overboard, so one of the supervisors asked the bar staff not to let him have so many drinks.

One time, he was outside the bar, obviously very drunk, slurring his words. The supervisor had to make him take off his badge and sit among the crowd watching a game so management didn’t see him.

As the supervisor came back inside, he said, “Hey, [Coworker], I thought I told you that [Drunk Coworker] could only have one drink. He told me that you gave him four drinks and complained that you made them really strong.”

My coworker replied, “He pitched a fit when I told him he could only have one, so I thought I would just dip my finger in the scotch and run it around the rim of his cup. I didn’t think he would get so drunk on what was basically four drops of scotch.”

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Not Quite “Feeling” Your Card

, , , , , | Right | July 30, 2020

I’m a customer waiting in line behind another customer that is about to pay at the register. This store requires ID when using any sort of credit or debit card, and the customer in front of me is attempting to pay using her mother’s debit card.

Employee: “I’m sorry, I can’t ring this up because this card is not under your name.”

Customer: “But it’s my mother’s card! She lets me use it all of the time!”

Employee: “Again, I’m sorry, but I still can’t do it. I can hold these items for you and your mother can come back in with you and purchase them. It’s company policy that I cannot charge a credit card without the cardholder present and with a valid ID.”

Customer: “This is f****** bulls***!”

She turns and looks at me like I should be agreeing with her.


The girl continues to rant about what she’s doing or where she’s going for another few minutes and the employee is nearly in tears.

Me: “Why don’t you shut the f*** up and get out of here? You think she would rather stand here, listen to your abuse, and hold up everyone else in line because she doesn’t feel like charging you for your clothes?”

She stormed out.

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When There’s No One You Can Call

, , , , , | Right | July 30, 2020

I am sitting outside my vet’s office waiting for my cat to come back. To cut down on contact due to social distancing, the vet has decided that we should call to say we’re here and they send someone out to collect your animal. This is outlined when they call to verify your appointment the day before, when the email is sent out two days before, and when you make the appointment.

A man parks his truck at the far side of the parking lot, three rows from the door, and gets out of his car. I guess what he is about to do, but before I can say anything, a woman in another car speaks up.

Woman: “You gotta call; they won’t let you in.”

Man: *Scowling* “F*** you! I have an appointment.”

Woman: “So do we! You gotta call!”

The man gives her the finger and walks his dog to the door. He pulls the handle but it doesn’t budge. He looks right at the sign that says, “STOP. STAFF ONLY BEYOND THIS POINT. PLEASE CALL [PHONE NUMBER],” and knocks again. The man tries to look in the door, pulls again, and starts pounding on the glass. A tech comes to the door and unlocks it. The man tries to open the door but she pulls it shut and locks it again.

Man: “Let me in!”

Tech: “I’m sorry, sir. You’ll have to go back to your car. We aren’t allowing people in the building.”

Man: “Bulls***! Open up!”

He hits the glass right by her face.

Tech: “You can go back to your car or we can call the police.”

Man: “F*** you!”

He pulls the door again.

Tech: “Goodbye, sir.”

I heard the other woman laughing in her car as the man stalked back to his truck. He got back in and peeled out of the parking lot in record time.

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