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Having A Corn Squabble

| CA, USA | Food & Drink

(At my work we have a combo option, which is one side and a drink, and a platter option, which comes with two sides and a drink. On this day, we are severely short-staffed, so my manager has to cook. I’m packing orders when I notice an order says platter, but only has one side listed and an extra side charged. My coworker says he must have pressed the wrong button ringing it up, so I call over the customer to work it out.)

Me: “Hi, I’m sorry, it seems my coworker accidentally rang you up for a platter, which comes with two sides, and I noticed you already paid for another side, so if you want I can give you one extra side for no extra charge.”

Customer: “I already have everything I want.”

Me: “I understand that, sir, but I’m saying you paid for another side by accident, so I’m asking what you want.”

Customer: “I told you I already have everything I want. I don’t want anything else.”

Me: “In that case, I have to call over my manager to refund the extra side you were charged for. Are you sure? Because you essentially have a free side coming at you.”

Customer: “Yes, I’m sure. I don’t want another side.”

(I call over my manager, who takes a couple minutes as she is in the middle of dropping chicken in the fryer, and return to packing orders. As my manager refunds the customer for the extra side, I hear him ask her this:)

Customer: “Did I get corn with that?”

(Manager turns to me; I shake my head no. By this point his refund has been completed.)

Manager: “No, sir, you didn’t.”

Customer: “Can I add a corn, then, please?”

Me: *internally screams*

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Whatever Ice-Cream Floats Your Boat

| ON, Canada | At The Checkout, Bizarre, Food & Drink

(I’m the customer in this one. My siblings, my boyfriend and I go to a fast food joint late at night. Everyone wants ice cream floats! We get to the cashier, everyone orders what they want and now it’s my turn…)

Cashier: “And what kind of pop would you like?”

(I thought all floats were default root beer and vanilla ice cream, so when she asks, my brain is just like NOPE and flat-lines. I don’t know what happened but I just kinda… forgot I was getting a root beer float because the question broke my brain.)

Me: “Uh… Coke?”

Cashier: *looks at me* “… and type of ice cream?”

Me: “Chocolate.”

(My siblings are like, what is wrong with you? I went beet red from embarrassment and everyone, including the cashier, was laughing. I shrug it off and said I was doing it on purpose. It wasn’t awful… but I really wished it was root beer and vanilla. I was totally not drinking or high, but probably made that girl’s night!)

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Seems To Be A Few Fries Short Of A Happy Meal

| Durand, MI, USA | At The Checkout, Food & Drink

(I’m working front counter at a fast food restaurant. This was before the apples and other side options were introduced.)

Customer: “Can I please get two hamburger [Children’s Meals]?”

Me: “Okay, and what would you like to drink with those?”

Customer: “I don’t need a drink with those.”

Me: “Well, I have to add a drink if you want the meal.”

Customer: “Okay… just add a fountain drink.”

Me: “Okay, and were those for a boy or girl?”

Customer: *leans close and says quietly* “Oh, I don’t need toys with those.”

Me: *trying hard to not be completely deadpan* “You know, you can just order two hamburgers and two small fries. They’re the same size and it’ll be cheaper.”

Customer: “Really? I didn’t know you could do that!”

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Putting You Into A Real Allergen Pickle

| Ottawa, ON, Canada | Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

(There was a regular who would come around at least once a week in the drive-thru on my shift. Every single time, some variant of this conversation would happen.)

Regular: “I want a [Famous Sandwich] combo with a bottle of water. No pickles on the sandwich; I’m allergic.”

Me: “Did you still want the sauce on it, then? There’s a LOT of pickles in the sauce.”

Regular: “No, I can have the sauce. Just no pickles.”

(This continues, with me being legally obligated to warn him about the sauce every single time, until the following:)

Me: “There’s a LOT of pickles in the sauce.”

Regular: “No! I still want the sauce. I’m just allergic to the texture of pickles!”

(That’s right: allergic to the ‘texture.’ We all figured he just wanted grounds to demand compensation if we messed up and added them.)

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I Am Number Four

| Portland, OR, USA | Crazy Requests, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink, Popular

(My best friend and I are working together at a popular Mexican restaurant. It is early-ish in the morning on a Sunday, so we are the only two on shift. She is taking orders on drive-thru and counter, and I am making the food. It’s very slow and we are only getting roughly one or two customers every half hour, so it’s an easy morning. A gentleman walks in the front doors and orders four tacos and a side of potatoes. I am standing right behind the registers and hear his order, so by the time he’s paid for his items, I almost have all his food ready. He is the only customer we have. Here is the exchange I hear between him and and my friend:)

Cashier: “Your order will be ready in just a moment.”

Customer: “What’s my order number?”

Cashier: “You don’t need an order number. You are the only customer.”

Customer: *ignoring her, raising his voice* “How am I supposed to get my order without an order number?”

(I have finished making his food now and I am putting all his items on the tray. I think he’s kidding, but after glancing over my shoulder I see his face is red with anger and confusion.)

Customer: “Well? How hard is it to give me my ORDER NUMBER!”

Cashier: “Okay, your order number is… four”.

Customer: *looking as if he’s just fought a battle* “Okay, then!”

(At that moment I turn around and put the tray on the front counter. He has not even had a chance to turn to go to the drink machine to pour his beverage. My friend/cashier grabs his tray so he can’t grab it.)

Cashier: *with the belligerent customer directly in front of her* “NUMBER FOUR! NUMBER FOUR! NUMBER FOUR, YOUR ORDER IS READY! NUMBER FOUR!”

(He angrily took his tray and sat in the totally empty dining room. I had to go the back to avoid laughing at the whole scene.)

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