Your Reasoning Cuts No Ice With Me

, , , , , , | Working | October 28, 2017

(Thanks to problems with my fillings, I can’t eat or drink really cold substances or I’ll get tremendous aches. I ask for most drinks to be prepared without ice. Most places have no problem with this.)

Me: *giving order* “And could I get a large [Soda], without ice?”

Cashier: *glares at me* “Fine.”

(I’m a bit taken aback by the sudden hostility, but I shrug it off. She finishes the order, then proceeds to fill up the cup halfway with [Soda] before trying to hand it to me.)

Me: “Um, this is only half-full.”

Cashier: *still glaring* “That’s what you get when you remove the ice.”

Me: “No. I paid for a cup of soda without ice. That means I should get a full cup.”

Cashier:No! You’re just trying to get soda for free! Just take it!”

(After she chanted, “Take it!” a couple of times, one of her coworkers came up with the rest of my order, wordlessly pulled the cup out of her hand, filled it up, and handed it off to me. I would have taken it up with the manager, but I was running late. I will note that I haven’t seen her working there when I’ve gone back since.)

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Rated “M” For Misogyny

, , , , | Working | October 19, 2017

(I go with my brother and my mom to buy a game that recently came out. I am 17. The cashier gives the usual “did you find everything” speech. While this is happening, my brother is looking at other games, and I’m with my mom.)

Cashier: *to my mom* “Also, ma’am, I just need to tell you about the rating of this game. I don’t think it’s suitable for your son.”

Mom: “Actually, this game is for my daughter.”

(The cashier was quiet through the rest of the transaction.)

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A Special Kind Of Miserable That Lasts All Day

, , , , , | Right | October 6, 2017

(I’m a cashier, and a customer enters my line just past noon.)

Customer: “Good morning!”

Me: “Well, technically it’s not anymore.”

Customer: “Aw, it’s always morning! There are always eight more hours to get things done.”

Me: “But if it was always morning, then I’d always be miserable. Wait, that’s accurate. Good morning, sir.”

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Don’t Worry, Your Order Will Be Apples

, , , , , | Right | September 25, 2017

(We sell squeezable pouches of applesauce, but usually only with our kids’ meals as a side. As I’m reading back a woman’s order, she decides she wants to add just one more thing.)

Me: “Can I get you anything else tonight?”

Customer: “Actually, would you mind adding some applesauce, please? That’ll be all.”

Me: “All right.”

(I start searching the order screen for how I can just put a pouch of applesauce; I look through sides, extras, value menus…)

Customer: “Hello?”

Me: “Yes, I’m sorry; it’ll just be one moment.”

(Finally, I find a button that says “substitute applesauce,” and go with that. Unfortunately, the system thinks I’m trying to substitute a side for applesauce, so on the screen it puts the last item that the lady ordered, which happens to be iced coffee, with a plus sign and applesauce.)

Customer: “It’s not showing a charge for the applesauce.”

Me: “That’s because I had to put it in as an add on.”

Customer: “But I don’t want it with my coffee. I just want one of those pouches y’all have.”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. I’m sorry; that’s just the only way I could put it in the system.”

Customer: *pauses* “It won’t be in my coffee, right?”

Me: *looking out the corner of my eye, as I hear my manager laughing, trying not to laugh myself* “I promise there won’t be any applesauce in your iced coffee.”

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“Pretty” Obvious Why He Was Reported

, , , , , | Working | September 11, 2017

(I’m the only one in the drive through at a pretty deserted fast food place. When I pull up to the window, the only employee I can see is the cashier taking my payment. I am a non-confrontational person by nature.)

Cashier: “I’d tell you that you’re pretty, but two people have already called in to report me for sexual harassment, so I can’t.”

Me: *flabbergasted* “…um, people suck, I guess? Thanks anyway?”

Cashier: “Yeah, it’s lame. Wanna hear some excellent jokes?”

Me: *trying to look behind him for any sign of my dinner* “Uh, sure?”

(The cashier tells me several puns without moving to check on my food. Several minutes later, an employee I hadn’t seen brings a bag to the cashier, who is still telling jokes.)

Cashier: “Oh, here is your food. Have a great night!”

(I checked my food when I got home a few minutes later, and it was cold. I think I know why that particular restaurant wasn’t busy at peak dinner hours.)

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