Ah, Men And Amen

, , , , , , , | Working | August 1, 2021

About a year ago, I would regularly go out for coffee with some of my coworkers. I stopped doing so after a while. These two stories are why.

Story #1:

Male Coworker #1: “Hey, [My Name], how’s it going?”

Me: “Ehh, been better. My daughter’s boyfriend just broke up with her, so she’s really down.”

Male Coworker #1: “Don’t worry; she’ll find someone else.”

Me: *Touched* “Yeah, I suppose you’re right—”

Male Coworker #1: “Women have a knack for finding their next meal ticket. She’ll have another boyfriend by the end of the week, guaranteed.”

Me: “…”

On another occasion, a different male coworker made some really disgusting, racist comments about a political figure I admire, and when I called him out on it, he insisted that he was “entitled to his opinion.” I got up and walked away.

And I haven’t been back.

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Enjoying The Unexpected Fruits Of Their Labor

, , , | Right | July 21, 2021

I’m a customer at a popular coffee shop. The drink I ordered is iced, comes in a clear plastic cup, and is dark pink in color. As soon as they call my name and the name of my drink, a man walks up and grabs it. I start to tell him it’s my order, but he takes a sip before I can say anything.

Customer: *Confused* “My latte is cold. Really cold. And it tastes fruity.”

Barista: “Uh, sir, that’s not a latte.” *Gestures to me* “And it’s actually hers.”

Customer: “Oh, I like it. It’s really good. I just didn’t expect it to be fruity.”

Barista: “Sir, that’s not yours. I have your latte right here.”

The man just walks away with my drink, muttering, “It’s fruity.” The barista and I just stare after him, dumbstruck.

Barista: *To me* “I’ll… make you a new drink.”

She offered to give me the latte, too, since she’d already made it and the man had paid for it anyway. I don’t drink coffee, so I told her to keep it. I offered to pay for the new drink, but she wouldn’t let me. I put a few extra dollars in the tip jar, instead.

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Cappuccino-No-No, Part 3

, , , | Right | July 18, 2021

I am working at a coffee stand inside an attraction. It’s a little expensive, as things tend to be when you have a captive audience, but I just work there; I am a peon who has no input on pricing. This happens shortly after we open.

Customer: “Can I get a large cappuccino?”

Me: “Sure, that’s £2.85.”

Customer: “Aren’t you embarrassed to be charging those prices?”

Me: “Do you have a season pass? There’s a discount for season pass holders.”

Customer: “I’m just saying, it’s ridiculous what you’re charging.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, would you still like the cappuccino?”

Customer: “Well, I don’t have any choice, I guess.”

Other than drinking a coffee before you get here, ordering a cheaper coffee, or drinking water which we will give you for free. Clearly no options at all.

Related:
Cappuccino-No-No, Part 2
Cappuccino-No-No

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We Ask Customers Not To Add Their Own Cream To The Coffee

, , , | Right | July 12, 2021

As someone who managed a coffee shop for over nineteen years, I can say that people staying for an unlimited time is not a problem, but I have some rules that sadly have to be made clear: 1. Be friendly 2. If you can buy something 3. Don’t watch adult sites in the store.

Rule three was required because usually, an older male would be watching that stuff in the store. I would ask them to stop:

Me: “Sir, we can all see it; there’s reflective artwork behind you.”

Of course, this would start the verbal attacks. 

Seriously, don’t do that in a coffee shop!

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A Blizzard Of Pettiness

, , , , , | Working | CREDIT: GetAgrippaThis | July 12, 2021

I work at a coffee shop in Canada. My location has this rule that you absolutely get written up if you are late over two minutes, but you do not get in any form of trouble if you call out. I live an hour each way from where I work, and the roads can be treacherous in the winter.

On one occasion, it is especially bad, and I am exactly five minutes late. I don’t even get to clock in before I am in the office getting reamed out for my terrible insubordination. I confirm the policy and refuse to sign the write-up.

About two months later, the same situation comes back around. I arrive in the parking lot and I look around to see the absolute demonic blizzard taking place. The clock shows me I have two minutes until my shift starts. Since they want to play that game, I call from the parking lot to tell them I won’t be in; the roads are just too bad. I don’t get in an amoeba of trouble for it.

Soon, everyone learns the same thing as I did, and callouts become frequent. Nobody in management has ever figured out why.

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