A Pizza For All Nations

, , , , , | Right | June 29, 2018

(I work at a small pizza parlor. We have six customers standing in line.)

Me: *working register* “Next customer, please!”

(The next customer walks over to my register from the line, but [Customer #2] proceeds to cut the entire line and approach my register.)

Me: *to [Customer #2]* “Sir, there’s a line. This gentleman was next.”

Customer #2: *looks at me in shock* “You’re really going to serve this [racial slur] before me?!”

([Customer #1] and I exchange glances of astonishment.)

Me: “Sir, there’s no need to use that language here. You’re going to have to go to the back of the line.”

([Customer #2] continues with racist remarks and something about being a traitor to my kind.)

Me: “Sir, if you have an issue with me treating this man with the same respect that I would have given you had you merely stepped to the back of the line, then you can leave.”

(The customer makes more comments on how I’ve been brainwashed by the [racial slurs].)

Me: “Have a nice day, sir.” *turns to [Customer #1]* “It’s on the house.”

([Customer #2] threw his arms in the air and continued screaming until the owner forced him out the door.)


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Unfiltered Story #105183

, , | Unfiltered | February 9, 2018

I went to a major taco restaurant with my son. We got our food and sat down. I started to think about how much less the check was than I was expecting and so I looked at the receipt. They hadn’t charged me for my meal, so I went to the counter to pay.

Me (handing her the receipt): Hi, I wasn’t charged for my meal.
Cashier: Um, what?
Me: I want to pay. You guys forgot to charge me.
Cashier (looking frightened): Let me get my manager.
Me: Okay.

She takes my receipt to the manager and they talk animatedly for around a minute. The manager, carrying the receipt, comes over to the cash register.

Manager: We’ve actually never had anyone come back to say they weren’t charged.
Me: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. I’m sure it affects your numbers when that happens.
Manager: What I’d like to do is give you your meal as a thank you for being such an honest person.
Me: Are you sure? I’m happy to pay!
Manager (smiling): I’m sure!
Me (smiling back): Thanks!! I’ll just save that money for the next time I come here.

The Latest Series Is Pokémon: Budgeting And Accounting

, , , , , , | Right | January 11, 2018

(I’m in a store that sells Pokémon cards, and I overhear this conversation between two little boys:)

Boy #1: ” Uh-oh. These ones cost more than the others!”

Boy #2: “It’s okay; I budgeted for this.”

Interview Technique Is Lacking An Interview

, , , , , , , | Working | November 8, 2017

(I have just finished an interview, so I am wearing a suit and nice shoes as well as carrying a laptop. I decide to stop in a well-known coffee shop to get a tea and a bagel. I sit down at an empty table to eat and play a game on my phone, with only a handful of customers in the store. A well-dressed woman walks up to me.)

Woman: “Hi.”

Me: “Hello?”

Woman: “Do you need a phone charger?”

Me: *confused* “No, thanks… Do you?”

(The woman shakes her head but doesn’t move. After a moment…)

Woman: “Could you move over there?” *points to a different table*

Me: *now really confused* “Uh, no? I’m fine right here.”

Woman: “You know, you aren’t making a very good first impression.”

Me: “Neither are you.”

Woman: *with a rude tone, points to clipboard in hand* “I’m marking this down, I hope you know.”

Me: “For what?”

(With a shocked expression, the woman turned around and disappeared into the back room. I figured that someone had an interview scheduled that day and the woman assumed I was the candidate. If that’s the case, it was pretty rude to not even introduce herself or ask me if I was there for the interview.)

Unfiltered Story #96657

, , | Unfiltered | October 5, 2017

My Dad owns a take out pizzeria that was started by his father – my grandfather. The pizzeria is named in honor of my grandfather, who, at the time of this story, had been dead for 35 years. I ordered pizza on a Friday evening, which is a really busy time, and when I got to the store the line was about 7 people long. Although I know the employees would let me cut to the front, I don’t like to do it because it makes other customers upset, so I just took my place in line behind a guy wearing a suit and started playing on my phone to pass the time.

Suit Guy: I can’t believe it’s taking so long. (to the person in front of him) How long have you been waiting? I’ve been waiting about 10 minutes now, this is crazy.

Customer in front of Suit Guy: Oh. I don’t know. I haven’t been keeping track.

Suit Guy: *aggressive* You should keep track! *he spins to face me* You! You just got in line, you should remember the exact time you got in line so you know how long it takes.

Me: *looking up from phone, kind of confused* Uh why?

Suit Guy: *straightens importantly* I’m going to report my wait time to the owner! You should too. This is crazy, this place used to run better.

Me: *makes eye contact with Cashier #1, who knows who I am and is trying not to laugh* I don’t think I’ll report my wait time to the owner. But thanks for the advice.

Suit Guy: Humpf! I’m a close personal friend of the owner, so I’m going to tell him about this the next time I see him!

Me: *looks closely at the guy’s face, just in case I should recognize him, I don’t, amused now* You’re close friends with (grandfather’s name)?

Suit Guy: *nods, pleased that someone seems to be impressed by him* Oh yes. For a long time. He won’t be happy when he hears how long I had to wait for a f****ing pizza! I’m telling him the next time I see him.

Me: *trades looks with Cashier 1 again, both of us are barely keeping in our laughter* Hopefully he’ll see that the wait time goes down in the future then.

Suit Guy: *nods a bit, pleased with this response*

We eventually get up to the front of the line, and one teller starts checking out Suit Guy while I go up to the other teller. Note that the tellers are about five feet apart on the same counter. I don’t pay for the pizza since my Dad gives me all free food, I just pick it up and start to walk away after a brief friendly conversation with Cashier 1.

Suit Guy: Hey hey wait! She didn’t pay for her pizza!

Me: *stops, getting a little annoyed now, the Cashier 2 speaks up before I figure out what I want to say*

Cashier 2: Oh, yeah, she’s the owner’s daughter. She doesn’t pay for food.

Suit Guy: *goes red, staring at me*

Me: Yeah, and hey, if you’re really going to talk to (grandfather) soon, can you ask him what heaven’s like? After you complain about the wait time of course.

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