I’m a nineteen-year-old manager of a local deli. This place is neat because the original owner was a loveable d**k who didn’t take s*** from the customers. This translates into how we treat people to this day. Anyone who has worked in the hood will understand you can’t show weakness as a business.
One night, I get a call ten minutes before we close. A lady tells me how much she loves our food and explains that she’s on her way to the airport. She has a huge order. I figure she wants to stock up for her house out of state.
Me: “Where are you coming from?”
Lady: “I’m in [Town thirty minutes away].”
Me: “We have a location next to the airport that’s open until 10:00, but our location closes in ten minutes.”
Lady: “Please wait for me and do my order anyway! Please! My food must come from the original location!”
Yep, I was rude. I said, “Nope,” hung up, and continued to close.
She arrived just as I was counting the money. She banged on the glass, and I just gave her a “We are closed” motion with my hand waving under my chin. Then, I ignored her.
She eventually left, presumably to catch her flight.
I wouldn’t open that door if someone’s life depended on it when money’s out and it’s dark and I’m alone.
The woman later wrote a phenomenal complaint; she even accused me of being racist and the whole nine yards. She’d been eating there for sixty years, blah, blah, blah.
The owner set up a meeting with me, and I explained my side. We agreed that I was right since my main job is getting everyone clocked out by 8:30. But the way I’d handled it was not great. I agreed with that, too.
They demoted me to server, so I quit. I started a new job in fine dining an hour later and celebrated with lunch at the place where I’d just quit.
I ate there a few times a year over the years and was never charged.
That lady did me a favor, but getting a kid fired cause you couldn’t take my simple solution off the bat and don’t understand the word “no”?