Counting The Pennies, Literally

, , , , , | Working | October 21, 2019

(I work as a cashier in a family-run burger restaurant. One of my fellow cashiers is very bad at math, which wouldn’t be an issue normally because the register does all the math for us. But he insists on writing out the prices and stuff on a pad next to the register before entering it, leading to conversations like this one:)

Customer: “I’d like [order].”

Cashier: *writes the order down on his pad, slowly working his way through the math* “That will be [Total].” *finally actually puts order into the register, which then promptly displays that total*

Customer: “Okay…” *hands over their payment*

Cashier: *starts figuring out the change he needs to give on the paper*

Customer: “Is something wrong with the machine?”

Cashier: *huffily* “I just like doing things myself.” *finally punches the payment in, getting prompted with the exact change needed*

(He’s been talked to by the supervisor several times, but he keeps insisting that he can do it himself. I’m pretty sure he is related to the owners in some way, which is why he hasn’t been fired yet.)

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Unfiltered Story #172076

, , | Unfiltered | October 18, 2019

(I work at [Restaurant]. We are five minutes from closing and just want to go home. I’m generally a very nice employee. A lady walks in and steps up to the counter.)

ME: Hi! Welcome to [Restaurant]! What would you like to eat?
CUSTOMER: I’ll take a burrito with chicken, please.
ME: I’m sorry, we’re out of chicken, would you like something else?
CUSTOMER: No, I want chicken. You are [Restaurant] how do you not have chicken?
ME: I’m sorry, but we’re only five minutes from closing, and since you’re the only customer left, I don’t think I can bring out a whole new thing of chicken.
CUSTOMER: Am I not special enough, b****? I WANT CHICKEN.
ME: Ma’am, I’m sorry but we do not have any chicken. Would you like to…
CUSTOMER: NO I WANT SOME F****** CHICKEN ON MY BURRITO.

(I am beginning to cry because the customer is screaming in my face, and I’m talking between sobs.)

ME: Ma’am…would you like…something else…to eat?
CUSTOMER: NO B**** I WANT TO TALK TO YOUR F****** MANAGER!
ME: [Manager]!

(My manager sees that I am obviously upset.)

MANAGER: [My name], what’s wrong?
CUSTOMER: I’LL TELL YOU WHAT’S WRONG. YOUR F****** EMPLOYEE REFUSES TO GIVE ME SOME F****** CHICKEN ON MY BURRITO BECAUSE SHE CLAIMS THAT YOU’RE ALL OUT.
MANAGER: Ma’am I’m sorry, but it is very late, and as a matter-of-fact we are closing in a minute, so I don’t think it is a very good time to bring out a whole new thing of chicken.
CUSTOMER: THAT’S WHAT YOUR GOD D***** EMPLOYEE JUST TOLD ME. YOU NEED TO FIRE THAT B**** AND GET ME SOME F****** CHICKEN.
MANAGER: Get out of my restaurant.
CUSTOMER: Excuse me? You just can’t f****** talk to me like that.
MANAGER: And you can f****** talk to my employee like that. She is one of my best employees and the restaurant is officially closed now so get the f*** out of my restaurant.

(The lady angrily storms out of the restaurant. My manager took down her license number before she left, and she was officially banned from all [Restaurants] nationwide.)

Unfiltered Story #172062

, | Unfiltered | October 17, 2019

(I hand some bearded, redneck-type old men in a beat-up pickup their food. It takes me a few seconds to make change for the bill they paid me in.)
Driver: Make it quick, darlin’! We’re on a mission from God.
Me (cheerfully going along with it as I give him his change): Yes, sir!
(Before I can even get my customary “y’all have a nice day” out, he’s shoved a dollar in my hand and is quickly backing out of his slot.)

Her Need To Frame Innocent Men Will Go Hungry

, , , , , , | Friendly | October 14, 2019

(I do shift work. I’ve just come off a six-to-six night shift, and I stop by a popular fast food restaurant for coffee and breakfast before going home to my girlfriend. As there are two tour buses there, the dining room is quite busy, so I grab a table near the kids’ playground. I’ve just sat down and pulled out my tablet when a lady and a little boy who’s around five years old come to the table next to me.)

Little Boy: “Mummy, I’m hungry.”

Lady: “You’ll have to wait. Go play.”

Little Boy: “Okay.” *runs to the playground*

Lady: “What the h*** do you think you’re doing?”

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

Lady: “My son saw your food and now he’s hungry.”

(I’m extremely confused, as they’ve walked past at least twenty other people eating and, you know, they’re in a restaurant.)

Me: “Umm… I’m eating breakfast. You do know you’re in a restaurant, right?”

Lady: “Don’t get smart with me, you pervert. Give me your food.”

Me: “What the h***?! Get your own!”

Lady: “No, I haven’t got any money and you’ve upset my son. Give me your food now. You’re not even eating it. The only reason you’re here is so you can perve on little kids. You paedophile.”

Me: “Why did you come to a restaurant if you don’t have any money? I’m just trying to enjoy my breakfast. Now f*** off and leave me alone.”

Lady: “Give me your food. Actually, just give me $50 or you’re in big trouble.”

Me: “Look, lady, I’ve just finished a 12-hour shift and just want to eat my food in peace. Leave me alone.”

Lady: *starts yelling* “HELP! HELP! THIS MAN IS A PAEDOPHILE AND TRYING TO KIDNAP MY SON. HELP!”

(I’ve been coming here for over five years and the staff know me. The manager and another worker come running.)

Manager: “[My Name], what’s going on?”

Me: “This lady is–”

Lady: “This man offered my son lollies if he went with him, and then threw our food out. I want our food replaced, a refund, and him arrested.”

Manager: “Really? Let’s check the cameras, shall we?”

Lady: *yelling again* “ARE YOU CALLING ME A LIAR? I BET YOU’RE IN ON THIS, AS WEL!. YOU’RE BOTH PAEDOPHILES!”

Manager: *to the other worker* “Call the police while I check the cameras.”

Lady: *runs to the playground, grabs her son, and takes off through the restaurant*

Manager: “What the f***?”

(I explained what had happened and the manager offered to replace my food and coffee as it was now starting to go cold. I declined and finished up eating. As I was leaving, the manager stopped me and gave me two coffees and a breakfast for my girlfriend.)

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Unfiltered Story #169599

, , | Unfiltered | October 14, 2019

(I’m working drive-thru. This restaurant carries Pepsi products and Root-Beer, so we have Diet Pepsi, Diet Mountain Dew and Diet Root-Beer)

Me: Thank you for choosing (Restaurant). It’d be my pleasure to take your order.

Customer: Yes I’d like a one scoop chocolate cone and a large diet with easy ice.

Me: Okay, what kind of soda?

Customer: A large diet.

Me: A diet what?

Customer: (Practically shouting at this point) A LARGE DIET WITH EASY ICE!

Me: Ma’am, what kind of soda did you want? We have diet–

Customer: PEPSI, A DIET PEPSI!

(She glared at me while I cashed her out, but my co-worker accidentally spilled the soda on her while she handed it out the window!)