Unfiltered Story #127550

, | Unfiltered | November 20, 2018

(I was waitressing at a maid café when this couple came in. They were in cosplay, the male dressed as Naruto and the girl was dressed in a sailor uniform. The male orders curry rice while the girl orders omurice. As a “service”, the maids usually draw cute pictures on the omurice in ketchup. I walk over to their table to ask them what they would like me to draw on the omurice.)

Male : Hey, ummm is it okay if my girlfriend draws on the omurice? She’s always wanted to try that.

(I hand the girl the bottle of ketchup and head to the front counter to seat some customers. Suddenly, the girl starts screaming. I walk over and I see that the girl has drawn a weird cat thing on her omurice.)

Girl : Yeahhhh…I kinda messed up my drawing on my omurice. Can I get a new one?

Me : Excuse me? You want a new omurice?

Girl : Like a new blank canvas.

Me : That would mean making you a completely new omurice. We’d have to charge you twice.

Girl : LOL! You don’t understand. Just make me a new one because the one you made me is fucked up.

Me : Sorry, I can’t replace it.

Girl : What the fuck kind of service is this? Do you have no pride as a maid? You should be kneeling down on the ground apologizing for angering your master.

(She starts ranting about how our service is bad, yelling all kinds of vulgarities. Her boyfriend’s just silently staring at her. Suddenly, he grabs her by the arm and pulls her out of the café. Later the boyfriend comes back in and hands my co-worker $50 for the cost of their meal and a tip. The next day, the girl comes back in and asks if we’re hiring.)

A Significant Degree Of Stupidity

, , , , , | Working | November 17, 2018

I work in a coffee shop in a very student-heavy town. We are known globally for the standard of our students. The coffee shop is attached to a bar, so when the cafe closes, the bar opens, and we often clear the bar area in the mornings.

I get assigned a new coworker who is a student at the local university. On his first day, he has his safety talk and induction. On the second day, I have to remind him that taking a tray out of the 200-degree oven with your bare hands is not a good idea, as it will hurt. This lesson has to be repeated every day until it is decided he isn’t safe near the oven.

On the next week, he and I are on opening duties, so we have to clear the bar area. I take all the dregs and put them in a jug; as I am clearing I put the jug on the side. This brain box decides to try and drink the dregs, is promptly sick, and is sent home.

After this and similar instances of brainlessness, he is let go from the company. Can’t say I miss the walking disaster.

Nibbling On The Golden Years

, , , , , | Romantic | November 6, 2018

(Every morning I have a regular couple. They always order the same thing, so today I decide to try an upsell.)

Me: “Good morning, Mr. H. Is it the usual today?”

Mr. H: “Yes, please, [My Name].”

Me: “Can I tempt you to anything to nibble on this morning? We have some lovely croissants.”

Mr. H: “Oh, no, thank you. I’ll just wait for Mrs H to get back and I’ll nibble on her.”

Café Staff Handbook Updated To Subtly Reiterate That Physical Brawls Are Not The Best Way To Resolve Coworker Conflict

, , , , , , , | Working | November 5, 2018

At the café where I work, we don’t have a tip jar, but if a customer chooses to give the cashier a tip, we’re allowed to accept it. It’s a dumb corporate policy, but there’s nothing we can do about it.

Generally, what most of us do is divvy up whatever we get with whomever else is working with us; that is to say, if I get fifty cents and only have one other coworker on the floor, he gets a quarter and I get a quarter. But this isn’t an official policy, and if someone chooses to keep all the tips that they get, there’s nothing anyone else can do about it. It’s not very good form, in my opinion, but if that’s the choice that someone makes, no one gets too bothered by it. And it’s pretty much expected that if someone doesn’t share their tips, no one else is going to share with that person; it’s a trade-off.

I have one coworker who not only doesn’t share his tips, but also loudly announces to the rest of us whenever he gets a good tip. He’s even gone so far as to wave a handful of change in my face at the end of his shifts. Although no one gets too bothered by someone choosing not to share, this guy being so “in your face” about the whole thing has always rubbed me the wrong way.

I was on the register when one of our regulars came up, and said that he paid with his card almost every time he came through, but that he wanted us all to know how much he appreciated our hard work. And then he handed me sixty dollars.

In the café that day, I had two other coworkers on the floor with me. One of them has always shared his tips with me. The other one was the hoarder I mentioned earlier. So, instead of handing out a twenty to each of them, I opened the register, broke one of the bills, and gave the sharing coworker $30, keeping the other $30 for myself.

My coworker whined. He begged. He complained to our manager. But what I had done was completely in line with our store’s policy. My coworker cornered me after my shift, got very close in my personal space, grabbed my wrist so tightly that it left a mark, and asked me what he’d ever done to deserve me “acting like a stuck-up c***.”

I was going to be mature(ish) about this. I was planning on giving him $10 and then reminding him that that’s a bigger percent than he’s ever given me. But after he called me that? I let him have it.

And then, I filed a harassment complaint with my manager. Turns out, I was not the first person he’d gotten physical with.

My coworker is now my former coworker.

You Have NOT Been A Ham

, , , , | Right | October 28, 2018

(I work in a small cafe serving coffee and basic food like sandwiches, burgers, chips, etc. We offer the option to create your own sandwich using a variety of ingredients listed on our menus. This exchange occurs with a customer one afternoon. The lady has a somewhat vague look on her face as she walks in, and she takes a moment to respond to all my questions. These are questions I have to ask so I get people’s orders right.)

Me: “Good afternoon! What can I get you?”

Customer: *pause and stares at me* “Do you do sandwiches?”

Me: “Yes! On the bottom of the menu here…” *motions to the menu listing sandwich ingredients* “…are all the things you can have in a sandwich. You can have them fresh or toasted.”

(The lady says nothing for a moment and appears to read the menu.)

Customer: “The carrot, lettuce, cucumber, and tomato, please.”

Me: “So, you’d like just a salad sandwich.”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “So, you don’t want any meat in that one?”

(I motion again to the meat options; we offer chicken, ham, or turkey as meat fillings.)

Customer: “Beef!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t have beef. How about ham?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “Okay. So, a ham and salad sandwich. Was that fresh or toasted?”

Customer: “Toasted.”

Me: “Okay! Would you like us to put the salad in the sandwich after the bread is toasted so it doesn’t go limp?”

Customer: “What? No. On the side.”

(I’m confused now, because she said she wanted salad in the sandwich.)

Me: “Okay, wait… So, you would like a side of salad instead of the salad in the sandwich?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “Okay. So, you would like just the ham in the sandwich, and a side of salad with that?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “Okay. So, that was just ham in the sandwich. No cheese or anything else, right?”

Customer: “Oh, yes, cheese!”

Me: *now inwardly screaming* “Okay! So, you would like a ham and cheese toasted sandwich with a side salad?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “Was that white bread or multigrain?”

Customer: “Multigrain.”

(I finally got to ring her up for what I hoped was actually what she wanted. She got her order, ate it, didn’t complain, and left. I am baffled and exhausted by trying to get the order from this lady. Was it really so hard to say, “Ham and cheese toastie with salad on the side”?)

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