What Mutant Chickens Have Been Living On HIS Farm?

| Ft. Collins, CO, USA | Right | July 21, 2017

(A customer orders a chicken teriyaki sandwich.)

Me: “What else would you like on it?”

Customer: “Chicken, tomato, cucumber…”

Me: “Sir, if you want more chicken I’ll have to charge you extra for it.”

Customer: *looks confused* “Okay.”

(I go back to get more chicken.)

Customer: “No, no, no, I didn’t say teriyaki. I meant chicken, right here.”

(The customer starts pointing at the lettuce.)

Me: “Sir… that’s lettuce.”

Customer: “Really?”

Shifting Away From A Decent Human Being

, | St. Thomas, ON, Canada | Working | July 20, 2017

(My grandmother had gone into the hospital at Christmas time and in early January we get the news that she has late-stage pancreatic cancer, and probably only has a few months to live. On my next shift, I go to talk to the general manager about it.)

Me: “I just found out that my grandmother has cancer. She’s in the hospital and they’re saying that she probably won’t have more than a few months. When that happens, what do I do about time off to grieve and go to the funeral?”

General Manager: “I’m sorry to hear that. The government does mandate bereavement leave, but only to immediate family members, so a grandparent wouldn’t count. But don’t worry, [My Name], when the time comes, come to me and I’ll help you get the shifts covered so you can have the time you need.”

Me: “Thanks, [General Manager]. I really appreciate it.”

(Fast forward to late March, and I get a terrible voicemail from my father asking me to call him back. I can tell he’s upset, and I just know that she’s gone. I leave one for him, but in case that’s not the problem, I head to work. I’m doing my best, but half my mind is on that voicemail, so I’m really not doing a great job at getting the store opened. Ten minutes after the doors open, my boyfriend comes in and he doesn’t even need to say anything. While he’s consoling me, I can hear the shift manager switching my till out with someone else’s and counting it off for me, and telling my boyfriend to take me home. I have a day off in between, so when I come in:)

Me: “Hi, [General Manager]. I assume you heard from [Shift Manager] that my grandmother passed away the day before yesterday.”

General Manager: “Yes, I heard she sent you home and covered your shift. She shouldn’t have had to do that. That is your responsibility.”

Me: *somewhat taken aback* “Yes, under normal circumstances, but the death of a family member can hardly be called normal circumstances. Either way, I came to ask for the help you promised me to find a replacement my shift for the day of the funeral, which is [date].”

General Manager: “But my stag do is this week. I don’t have time to be calling around for you; you’ll just have to do it yourself.”

Me: *speechless*

General Manager: “Oh, and I have a write up here for you leaving early the other day. It is not our responsibility to fill your shifts; you need to do that yourself. You’ll have to sign it.”

Me: *finally finding the power of speech* “Nope, not signing that. I refuse to sign a document that says I was in the wrong for having to take the time to grieve for my grandmother. And you’re seriously not going to fill my shift for me? Considering how understaffed we are, who am I going to find to replace it?”

General Manager: “Not my problem. And if you don’t sign it, I’ll have to take it up with [Owner]. We may have to let you go if you’re going to be insubordinate.”

Me: *balls up fists and walks away*

(I luckily did find some coworkers who were decent enough human beings to take the shift for me, for which I was immensely grateful. The kicker: I looked up bereavement a while later when another family member passed, and grandparents are absolutely included in bereavement policy, so she was required to give me three days off. She did take the write up to the owner, who made her destroy it. I’d like to say it was because he was a decent human being, but sadly I know him better than that. It was because my father was influential in the community, and he had political aspirations. He went on to serve for eight years as our federal representative, to my disgust. A week after my grandma passed, I got my acceptance letter for college and spent the next six months working at that place and silently reminding myself, every time they aggravated me, that my time there was limited by when I started college.)

Unfiltered Story #90935

, , | Unfiltered | July 18, 2017

(It is a really slow day at the fast food place, and I am serving some kid and his friends. They all look to be roughly 11 or 12. One of the boys that is ordering keeps flirting with me quite aggressively the whole time and I am starting to get annoyed as I am not interested in robbing the cradle.)

Me: “And did you want anything else?”

Kid: “Yeah, can I add your phone number to my order?”

Me: *deadpan* “Why? Do you need a babysitter?”

(His friends burst out laughing and he quickly left the store after that.)

Five Times Lucky

, | Glasgow, Scotland, UK | Working | July 15, 2017

(I am in a well-known fast food restaurant on my way home.)

Me: “Hi, can I have a three-piece chicken select meal, medium, to go, with a [Soda]?

(I have quite a precise accent and I’m pretty sure I’ve spoken clearly.)

Cashier: “Was that three piece or five piece?”

Me: “Three piece.”

Cashier: “Large?”

Me: “No, thank you.”

Cashier: “What drink?”

Me: “[Soda]…”

Cashier: “Eat in or take away?”

Me: “Take away, please.”

(After patiently repeating myself, I get my food. When I get on the train and open it, I realise he’s given me a five piece meal.)

Unfiltered Story #90899

, , | Unfiltered | July 14, 2017

(I work at a popular fast food chain with a two lane drive thru. It has been a slow day for the drive thru but there was a rush inside. The manager handling the other lane passes me her headset so I could do both lanes [which is no problem for me] about an hour later it starts to get a little busy. I still handle both lanes without a problem and this bit of playful banter occurred as the last person in the short rush was pulling up to my window.)

GM: Hey, need any help?

Me: Seriously? You are asking me this after the rush?

GM: You seemed to be doing fine. (holding another headset) I was about to help but the headset was broken

Me: Sure you were… it’s too late now, drive thru is about empty.

GM: Sorry, you just do such a good job we forgot

Me: As usual always forgotten back here.

GM: Sorry, thought I would offer now (he turns to head back up front)

Me: (as I was turning back to the window laughing a little) You are a brat, I swear I’m gonna hurt you

(customer only catches that last part)

Customer: What? Your gonna hurt me?

Me: No.. No.. I wasn’t talking to you.

Customer: (laughing a little) Oh good, I thought you were threatening me

Me: No… I was just threatening the General Manager.

(I had no problem with the manager or doing both lanes. We all joke around and are all on good terms. I love just about everyone I work with.)

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