I benefited from an entitled customer at a cafeteria-style restaurant. I reached the entree section where two employees were working.

Me: “May I have a grilled chicken breast?”

Employee #1: “The only chicken we have left is a half chicken.”

I started viewing the other meat selections when the customer behind me ordered.

Customer: “I’d like a grilled chicken breast.”

Employee #1: “We only have half chickens available.”

Customer: “Then cut one in half.”

Employee #1: “No, we’re selling them as-is.”

Customer: “Another employee the other day allowed the chicken pieces to be cut.”

Employee #2: “Yes, I allowed them to have the white meat cut from the half chicken.”

When [Employee #1] found out, not only did the customer behind me get what he wanted, but [Employee #1] said I may as well also. The third customer in line joined in and asked for just the white meat.

When [Employee #2] saw there were now three chopped-up pieces of meat, she realized what she had done by allowing the adjustment.

So, while I did benefit and got just the part I wanted, I hope it showed [Employee #2] that this is why you don’t give in to demands.

When I am fourteen, I go on a school trip to Normandy to visit the D-Day beaches and various graveyards. For the duration, we stay at a very nice hotel that has a large enough cafeteria to house about forty students and ten teachers.

This incident occurs when we are eating dinner one night. We get a piece of baguette with each meal. I pick up my piece of baguette, but then I stop and put it back down.

Classmate #1: “[My Name], you’re not going to eat your bread?”

Classmate #2: “Yeah, you always eat that first.”

I pick the baguette back up and point at what’s wrong. The piece that I was given has a wasp baked INTO the bread.

Classmate #1: “Oh, dear.”

Classmate #2: “I’ll get a teacher.”

They start waving at the teachers’ table.

Me: “Oh, please don’t. I don’t want to make a fuss.”

Due to being at a low point in my life, I try to avoid confrontations or drawing attention to myself, but one of the language teachers notices my classmate waving and comes over to our table.

Teacher: “What’s wrong?”

Classmate #1: “[My Name]’s bread has a wasp baked into it.” *Passes it to her*

The teacher — who I don’t know, mind you — stares at the bread for a moment before getting a very angry look on her face and striding straight for the kitchen.

Me: “Was— Was that the best idea?”

Classmate #2: “Trust me.”

From the kitchen suddenly bursts a cacophony of angry shouting, none of which we can understand due to it being all in French, but we can definitely tell it’s coming from [Teacher].

A few minutes later, the teacher comes out with a new piece of baguette for me

Me: “Thank— Thank you.”

Teacher: “It has been dealt with.”

She walks off and sits back at the teachers’ table.

Later on, when the big trays of desserts come out, which are normally just big pans of sheet cake, I am given a big slice of fancy chocolate cake by an embarrassed-looking employee before they scurry off. I notice that the teacher has a slice, as well.

Me: “As much as I appreciate the gesture, I can’t eat all of this. Any of you want to share?”

So, alongside the regular sheet cake, I shared the chocolate cake with the five other girls at my table, and for the rest of the time we spent at the hotel, none of the employees would look at me and would always look slightly fearful of the teacher that came to my rescue.

I work in a small cafeteria at a local tourist attraction. I have a tourist family from India come in and buy cheeseburgers. They sit down at their table and unwrap their food, and they all look horrified!

One of them gets up, brings his burger to me, and exclaims:

Customer: “This burger has meat on it!”

Me: “Yes, it’s a cheeseburger.”

Customer: “A cheeseburger should be cheese and bread!

Seeing as how they revered cows and were vegetarians, their ground beef patties were horrifying beyond belief for them. We gave them a refund and apologized for not having more clear signs on the display case.

Seriously, though, who comes to America and thinks, “Oh, look, BURGERS! I bet those don’t have any meat!”?

Related:
Don’t Have A Cow, Man, Part 4
Don’t Have A Cow, Man, Part 3
Don’t Have A Cow, Man, Part 2
Don’t Have A Cow, Man

Today, I ate in my college’s cafeteria. The daily special was the fish and chips, which they normally serve with a good dollop of gravy on the fries. Not being in the mood for quite THAT much sodium today, I just asked the employee serving me for no gravy.

Her shoulders slumped. Apparently, the request was a bigger deal than I expected because she picked up her serving spoon and went to the back area in order to give it a thorough scrubbing.

Me: “No, no, no! It’s okay! I’m not allergic or anything! I just didn’t feel like gravy today!”

The relief on her face was immediate. And the fries were still delicious.

I’m working in a cafeteria onboard a ship as a cashier. This is about ten years ago before we were able to accept debit cards due to bad signal, but we can accept credit cards. (Our company worked out a deal with two major credit card companies where our system would store the numbers and process them when we hit the dock.)

Our cafeteria is a bit different; you walk in the sides, get your hot or cold food, and pay on your way out in the back toward the seating. I guy comes to my till and tries to pay with a debit card.

Me: “I’m sorry, but we can only accept cash or credit cards.”

Customer: *Angry* “Why don’t you have signs?”

But he gives me cash, so I process his payment while talking. I point to the huge signs we have by the entrance.

Me: “We do right there; they’re the size of an adult.”

Customer: “Well, I came in this way.”

He pointed behind the cash station where the tables were.

I didn’t say a thing and just pointed to the sign beside me that faced the seating area. He made a giant harrumph and stomped down with one foot like a two-year-old, and then he marched off.

The sign? “No entry this direction.”

What good is complaining about signs if you aren’t going to read them?