Eats People Like You Up For Breakfast

| Natchitoches, LA, USA | Working | May 22, 2017

(I am eight-months pregnant and have a terrible craving for a breakfast sandwich from a popular fast food chain. The chain stops serving breakfast at 10:30. I pull up to the drive-thru speak at 10:20.)

Employee: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. I’ll be right with you.”

(There are no other vehicles in line and more than 10 minutes pass, but I desperately want my sandwich so I wait.)

Employee: “Can I take your order?”

Me: “Yes I’d like a [Sandwich].”

Employee: “I’m sorry, we don’t serve breakfast after 10:30.”

(I look at the clock; it’s 10:32.)

Me: “I’ve been here since 10:20. You made me wait.”

Employee: “Sorry, breakfast is over.”

(Pregnant and angry, I pull around to the entrance and demand to speak to the manager. After explaining what happened she gave me a voucher to get the sandwich for free the next day. As i was leaving I could hear her yelling at the employee.)

Tub Flub

| Scotland, UK | Right | May 22, 2017

(I worked the drive-thru for a fast food company and whilst I’ve had many a weird customer including having a burger thrown at me this may have been one of the weirdest interactions just because of how simple the order should have been. So far this has been a pretty standard order.)

Customer: “What exactly is an ice cream sundae?”

Me: “It’s ice cream in a tub with either strawberry, toffee, or chocolate sauce on top.”

Customer: “I don’t understand. How much ice cream is in the tub?”

Me: *now a little confused* “We fill it to the top of the tub, madam.”

Customer: “How big is the tub?”

(I now have a queue all the way out to the car park and have been speaking to this customer over the headset for two minutes.)

Me: “They’re pretty small but they only cost [very small amount]. Will that be all?”

Customer: “Yes.”

Me: “Please drive through.”

(I rush around trying my best to take more orders whilst packing orders. I eventually get to the window to take the money from the woman who was asking about the ice cream.)

Me: “Sorry about the wait there; it’s [amount].”

Customer: “You know I am a paying customer. When I ask about the sundae I expect a full answer, madam.”

Me: *still all smiles* “My apologies, madam, but the sundae is just a tub with ice cream and sauce.”

Customer: “This may be funny to you but I am a paying customer.”

(Note she has yet to actually pay and I haven’t done anything to suggest I find this funny.)

Me: “One moment please, madam.”

(I walk through to the front counter where the ice cream is and take a sundae tub back through to the drive through.)

Me: *trying my best not to sound sarcastic* “This is the sundae tub. The ice cream goes in here and it fills up to the top. We then put on a choice of sauce.”

Customer: “Oh, go f*** yourself.”

(The customer drove off without her meal. When my manager asked why she had to void the order I told her the customer was an ice cream maniac.)

Way To Go

, | USA | Working | May 18, 2017

(The veterinary clinic I work at is next to a popular roast beef sandwich joint. When we have dogs that are terminally ill, neglected, or just refusing to eat and therefore can’t be given their medication, there is nothing that works quite like a hot steamy roast beef sandwich. I’ve been sent to the restaurant for just this reason; I’m wearing scrub pants and a shirt with the clinic logo.)

Cashier: “What can I get you today?”

Me: “I’d like six junior roast beefs, no sauce.”

Cashier: “Anything else?”

Me: “Nope, that’s it.”

(The cashier suddenly looks like she’s trying not to giggle.)

Cashier: “Do you want that… for here… or to go…?”

Me: *catching on to what she’s thinking* “To go, please.”

(While I waited for my order, I almost burst out laughing, imagining myself wolfing down six whole sandwiches in one sitting.)

A Dollar Kindness Needed Elsewhere

| St. Louis, MO, USA | Working | May 18, 2017

(It’s seven pm on a weeknight and I have just left work after my eight hour shift. I am really hungry and stop to get dinner from a drive-thru.)

Employee: “Hello, welcome to [Different Restaurant]. Would you like to try our new burger meal?”

Me: *does a double take and starts laughing*

Employee: *laughs* “Oh, my god, I’m sorry. I can’t believe I said that.”

Me: “It’s okay; I’m not one of those mean customers. I understand.”

(I tell them my order and drive to the window, and find a young employee laughing and talking to coworkers.)

Me: “Hey, you must be [Other Restaurant].”

Employee: “Yeah, I work there, too.” *tells me my total and swipes my card and then hands me my card back*

Me: “I bet you must be overworking yourself. Here is a dollar so you can get a treat for yourself tonight.”

Employee: *closing the window and starts talking to her coworkers while laughing at me* “Oh, my god, now she is trying to give me a dollar.”

Me: *feels like an idiot*

The Pen Is Mightier Than The Job Application

| WA, USA | Working | May 16, 2017

(Back when I was a front cashier at a popular fast food place, part of my job was to hand out paper applications to anyone who asked for them. Most never came back so ones that were turned in were often strongly considered. One day a boy in his late teens and a few of his buddies walk in and head straight for my register.)

Boy: “Hi, can I get an application, please?”

(I smile as I was taught and hand him one. As his friends order some food, he takes a seat in a booth in the back and begins filling it out. The four of them are back there for about a half an hour before he finishes. He returns to the front and asks to meet the manager. It’s worth noting that my manager is a big, smiley women. She is very friendly and often goes the extra mile to be nice to everyone. She and the boy talk for a bit; he introduces himself and gives her the application. Then he and his friends all leave. My manager gives me a big smile then goes into the back to put the application on the owner’s desk. With the place slightly empty, I grab a towel and begin making the cleaning rounds. When I come to the table where the boy and his friends had been, I see some strange blue marks scattered all over the table. I begin scrubbing one only to suddenly have it dawn on me what I am looking at. I go to get my manager.)

Me: *pointing out the marks* “Look at this. Even the one I managed to scrub off can still be felt.”

Manager: “What are they?”

Me: “Pen scratches. The boy that just turned in that application sat here. His pen must have been acting up so he used it on the table to get it working again.”

(She stares at the damage for a moment then turns and starts walking towards the back. I follow her to the owner’s office. With a sudden flash of rage, she picks up the application, rips it in half, and tosses it in the trash.)

Manager: “[My Name], try to get as much of that table clean that you can. I’m going out back for smoke break.”

(Word of advice: If you are trying to get a job somewhere, never damage company property. What baffles me the most is why he didn’t use the paper baskets and wrappers that came with his friend’s food.)

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