Won’t Leave Until It’s All Gravy

| UK | Working | February 22, 2016

Me: “Can I have a gravy chip, please?”

Cashier: “Is that all?”

Me: “Yes, just the gravy chip.”

Cashier: “£1.60”

(I pay and he gives me my ticket. A few minutes later…)

Cashier: “Number 11! You want salt and vinegar?”

Me: “No, thanks, just the gravy.”

(At this point I can physically see that there is no sign of any gravy, and I’m annoyed because I’ve stated no less than three times that I want gravy. I don’t like confrontations, but I’ve had a crappy day at work and I’m craving a gravy chip.)

Me: “Is there gravy in this? I asked for gravy.”

Cashier: “No, I didn’t charge you for gravy.”

Me: “At this point… should you be charging me for gravy?”

Still Needs The Doctor

, | Houston, TX, USA | Working | February 19, 2016

(I am at the drive-thru.)

Me: “I would like to order a number three with a [Soda].”

Attendant: “Number three comes with a drink…”

Me: “In that case, I’d STILL like a [Soda]…”

Flu Straight Into A Better Job

, | Jackson, CA, USA | Working | February 19, 2016

(I’ve woken up with what I suspect is the flu. Not wanting to work around food or people in this condition, I call in. After explaining to the shift manager that I’m not coming in, she puts the store manager on the phone.)

Manager: “What’s going on?”

Me: “I’ve been throwing up all morning, and can hardly get out of bed. I think it’s the flu.”

Manager: “Okay, so what time will you be coming in, then?”

Me: “I’m… not? I’m sick. I can hardly walk, let alone drive. I won’t be in today.”

Manager: “I’m not allowing anybody to call-in anymore. I’m tired of dealing with this s***.”

Me: “You do realize that it’s against the law to force someone to come into work around food with a potentially communicable illness, don’t you? It’s an OSHA violation.”

Manager: “I don’t care. I’m not putting up with call-ins anymore. You can come in, and I’ll decide whether you’re sick enough to go home or not, but you need to be here for at least two hours. So your choices are to come in, or quit.”

Me: “I quit, then.” *hangs up*

(He actually tried to call me to make sure I was making my shift the next day, so I politely reminded him I quit before hanging up on him again. Within weeks, I found a job making a lot more money, with more hours, and a much more understanding boss.)

Hurrying To Get You Nowhere

| Finland | Right | February 18, 2016

(I work at a really tiny fast food kitchen in a really busy neighborhood, which means that the queues can get long at times. Four cars arrive at the drive-in at the same time, just after four different groups of customers have placed their exceptionally large orders. The guy in the second car gets frustrated and is on his phone whining to his friends, forgetting that I and my coworker can hear him through our headsets. As I walk outside to serve a customer his meal, the guy in the car starts yelling at me.)

Customer: “When the f*** is it my turn?! I want to place my order!”

(Fortunately it’s his turn next, but when he pulls up to the window to complete the transaction, he starts pulling out a sheet of coupons searching for the ones he wants to use, and he can’t seem to decide on whether to pay by debit or cash.)

Customer: “Why the f*** are you guys so slow? I’ve been waiting for fifteen minutes. This is ridiculous!”

Me: “I understand your frustration, but I will serve those who came before you first. Besides, if you are in a hurry, I suggest that next time you use the time you have to wait wisely, and have your coupons and payment method at the ready. That speeds things up quite a bit!”

(After that he stayed quiet. I don’t feel guilty about being cheeky either, especially after I found out from my coworker that he’s an unemployed high school drop-out, who mooches off his parents and spends his days driving around his dad’s car!)

King Nephew

| Charleston, SC, USA | Friendly | February 18, 2016

(Since we are in a college town, are open late, and serve fast food, we tend to get a lot of intoxicated students. They’re usually not much of a problem and I like to listen to their drunken conversations as I clean tables around them.)

Drunk Guy #1: “The last time I went to church was for my nephew’s coronation.”

(I stop in my tracks.)

Drunk Guy #2: “…His what?”

Drunk Guy #1: “His… conformation?”

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