First Aid Came Last

| NM, USA | Working | December 6, 2016

(My shift starts with my shift-lead noticing a giant new box of bandages in the store.)

Shift Lead: “I love how you injure yourselves so often that [Manager] believes we need 1000 bandages of varying sizes.”

(Not even 20 minutes later.)

Coworker: *holding hand awkwardly* “Um. I cut myself on the blender.”

(His finger is gushing blood and there’s an awkward flap of skin hanging off.)

Shift Lead: “Crap. How did you ev— Okay, clearly [Manager] should have sprung for sutures and first aid training for everyone. Someone disinfect that blender. Jeez, do I need to take you to the ER?”

Minimum Wage And Maximum Rudeness

| GA, USA | Right | December 3, 2016

(I work at one of the few McDonald’s in Georgia where the company has started to use the electronic kiosk ordering stations that are used in Europe. A lot of customers feel the need to explain to me that they think these machines are a response to people wanting a $15.00 minimum wage and will eventually put me and other employees out of a job. Usually I ignore the minimum wage comment and explain to them that the reason I actually got my job in the first place is because of these machines, as I help people who don’t know how to use them, but one time someone takes things an [unnecessary] step further. About three months into my time working here, two men in their late-thirties-to-early-forties come in.)

Me: “Good morning. I can take your order right here if you’d like.”

(Both men briefly look at the regular registers, but end up walking back over. The first customer lists off his order very quickly, but I manage to punch in everything on the first try. I start taking his friend’s order when the first customer turns to him and says this:)

Customer: “You know what these machines are for, right? It’s because people want a fifteen-dollar minimum wage.”

(By now I am more than used to this sort of talk, so I decide to ignore him and continue to take his friend’s order. But the first man isn’t done.)

Customer: “Can you believe it? Fifteen dollars an hour, to work at McDonald’s!”

(Normally I pride myself on smiling and staying professional even when I have customers that are jerks, but seriously? I am standing RIGHT THERE! The customer then walks away to wait for his order, so he doesn’t see the death glare I am apparently giving him. His friend notices, though, and gives me the most sincerely apologetic look I’ve ever seen.)

Me: “Just so you know, he’s wrong. He’s not the first to say it, but he’s wrong.”

(He starts to apologize, but I just wave him off.)

Me: “Please don’t feel like you need to apologize for him.”

(He looks relieved that I am not mad at him, and I finish taking his order.)

Customer’s Friend: “I hope you have a nice day, ma’am.”

Me: “You too, sir.”

(Moral of the story: A little politeness goes a long way, and if you’re going to be an a**-hole to people, at the very least do it out of earshot!)

Tried To Change The Outcome

| Greenville, SC, USA | Working | December 1, 2016

(I am stopping by a local burger place known for their king-like mascot. After placing my order in the drive-thru I pull up to pay. This is where all the fun begins…)

Cashier: “The total is [something less than 10 dollars].”

Me: “Here you go.” *hands over a ten dollar bill*

(Without looking, the cashier opened her till, took out a few bills and handed them back to me. When I look in my hand I see the ten I had just given her along with a twenty dollar bill.)

Me: “Um, ma’am? You gave me thirty dollars back in change.”

(Cashier just has a blank expression.)

Me: “I… gave you a ten. You gave me back way too much money. Your till is going to be short. My change should be [somewhere around two dollars].”

Cashier: “One second, sir.”

(She disappears for a minute, and then comes back with a gruff looking manager.)

Manager: “Is there a problem with your change, sir?”

Me: “Yes. Your cashier gave me back too much money. I paid with a ten, and she handed me thirty dollars back. She’s going to be short, and I just wanted to make sure her till wasn’t going to be off.”

Manager: “Sir, I watched her give you correct change. I don’t know what kind of scam you’re running, but it isn’t happening here. Here’s your order. Now get out of our drive-thru.”

(And that is how you get paid to eat at a burger place. I wish I could have seen the looks on their faces when her till was short at least thirty dollars.)

Time To Go On Law-Break

| FL, USA | Right | November 28, 2016

(I am working the opening of a new store. Florida law requires all employees under 18 have an unpaid thirty minute break every four consecutive hours they work. Because it is the opening week a lot of employees are working so they can be trained, which means somebody is on break almost all the time. At one point a guest flags me down to complain.)

Customer: “I’ve been standing here forever! And all these kids are just sitting out here ignoring me!”

Me: “I am sorry, ma’am. They are on break.”

Customer: “Well, I still don’t see why they couldn’t help me! They’re just lazy!”

Me: “Ma’am… they are on break. Florida state law requires them to have an uninterrupted break.”

Customer: “It wouldn’t have been hard for them to help me. Kids are just so lazy these days!”

Me: “Ma’am. Unless you want to pay the fines we could incur for them causing us to break the law for helping YOU they aren’t going to help you. But I can.”

Customer: “Well. You don’t have to be rude about it. Now, I need some ketchup!”

Me: “You’re standing right next to it…”

A Ham-Fisted Attempt At Vegetarianism

| Belgium | Working | November 22, 2016

(It’s late in the evening. My mother and I had a very long day, and neither of us are in the mood to cook, so we decided to grab a snack at the chip van. Note that I’m a vegetarian.)

Me: “Excuse me, sir, are those lumpias vegetarian?”

Him: “Yes, ma’am! There is just some sparkle of ham in it.”

Me: “…”

(My mother could barely retain her laughter until we left.)

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