This Is Why You Don’t Go Into Business With Family
I went to a restaurant. As I was at the counter ordering, a girl looking to be in her teens appeared from the back and snapped at the cashier.
Girl: “Get off my station, you d****ebag! If you put me in a minus again, I swear, I’m gonna ram that till down your throat!”
The cashier flipped her off and stepped off to the side.
Me: “Excuse me, both of you are acting unprofessionally, and you, madam, owe him an apology for that unnecessary outburst!”
Girl: “An apology for what? He is a d****ebag! Counting money is a skill he can’t seem to master at the age of seventeen despite being taught in, what, second grade?”
The two of them exchanged insults briefly before the girl turned back to me.
Girl: “Your order, please!”
Although I was tempted to turn around and leave, I went ahead and gave her my order. As they put my order together, I couldn’t help but notice the two of them constantly exchanging insults and obscene gestures the entire time.
Upon taking my food to a table and opening it, I discovered an error with the food that had to have been done in the prep kitchen, despite the receipt reflecting exactly what I’d asked for.
I returned to the counter, asked for a manager, and calmly pointed out the mistake to her.
Me: “It’s really not a big deal. I just like two extra slices of cheese on my burger. I’m like a mouse; I love cheese!”
Manager: “No, you don’t have to justify making a legitimate complaint. You asked for it; it’s right here on the ticket, plain as day!” *Screams* “[COOK]!”
The manager then proceeded to ram the swinging doors to the kitchen open and rain an apocalyptic level of Hell on the poor cook in the kitchen. And all I could hear him saying was:
Cook: “Yes, [Manager]… Yeeessss, [Manager]! Are you done yet?”
Again, I was tempted to ask for my money back and leave, but I didn’t want the cook to get yelled at worse for that. I received the meal corrected and ate it in the dining room with no further incident.
I was so appalled by what I’d seen that I looked up the owner of the restaurant and wrote him a letter. I gave an account of the blatant disrespect the two cashiers were showing each other in the workplace and expressed my shock and disgust with how rudely the manager treated the prep cook for a simple mistake. I suggested that some serious training be given on respect in the workplace and that the behavior and language of the cashiers be monitored more closely. I received the following letter in response.
Letter: “Dear [My Name]: Thank you for your concern, and I apologize that your experience was an unpleasant one. However, considering that the ‘poor cook,’ as you put it, just so happened to be me, and I just so happen to be married to the screaming ‘manager’ who berated me over some cheese, and considering that the cashiers you mentioned are my son and my daughter, the most I’m at liberty to do is comp your next meal and ask you to pray along with me that this place burns to the ground someday. Bring in this letter as proof in case I’m not there. Sincerely, [Owner], (An Exhausted And Fed Up) Restaurant Owner.”
Thanks for the kind gesture, but I hope you’ll understand when I ask for that comped meal to go!