Comes With Extra Salty Fries

| UT, USA | Right | May 27, 2016

(So, it’s the beginning of the lunch rush. After serving one customer I get on to the next, a stoic man in plaid.)

Me: “Welcome to [Restaurant]. What can I get for you today?”

Customer: “Yeah, I’d like a number one condom, medium, please.”

(I don’t know if he noticed, but I had to try very hard not to say something. Or repeat his mistake.)

Worried He’s Screaming For Vengeance

, | Austin, TX, USA | Working | May 24, 2016

(I’m in the back area, prepping food to get ready for the lunch period. We wash our dishes in the same area. While prepping I am listening to some music from my phone, because I got a bit tired to of the country songs on the store speakers. So far, none of our managers have had a problem with that. Our general manager walks in on me with a load of dishes. A song by Judas Priest is playing.)

General Manager: “If Judas Priest is all you got on there…”

Me: *mentally prepping for the worst*

General Manager: “…then I will gladly wash dishes all day back here!”

Me: *speechless and getting a big smile out of astonishment*

(Needless to say that’s the last thing I expected to hear!)

Some Customers Deserve A Frap In The Face

, | Boca Raton, FL, USA | Right | May 24, 2016

(I’m an assistant manager at a 24-hour burger place and currently work overnights.)

Me: “Thank you for choosing [Burger Place]. My name is [My Name]. May I take your order?”

Customer: “Do y’all do fraps?”

Me: “Yes. Mocha and Caramel.”

Customer: “What about something like a White Chocolate frap?”

Me: “Nope. Sorry, but this is [Burger Place], not Starbucks.”

Customer: “Why?”

Me: “Why is this not Starbucks?”

Customer: “If you’re going to advertise fraps, you should do better than f***ing Mocha and Caramel.”

Me: “Um… sorry?”

Customer: “Don’t say sorry. How can we make this right?”

Me: “Um… you can go to Starbucks?”

Customer: “Look a**-hole. Starbucks is closed and I want a White Chocolate frap. Now are you going to make me one or not?”

Me: “Nope.”

Customer: “I’m calling corporate.”

Me: “Be my guest. They’ll just tell you the same thing I did.”

Customer: “F*** you, a**hole.” *speeds through the drive-thru and flips me off as he passes the window*

Brain-Fried

| Phoenix, AZ, USA | Right | May 23, 2016

Me: “Hi, how can I help you?”

Customer: “Potatoes, please.”

Me: “What kind?”

Customer: “I want potatoes.”

Me: “We have French and curly fries, hash browns, and wedges. Which would you like?”

Customer: “Poh-tate-ooohhhs.”

(I scoop up some French fries and show it to the customer.)

Me: “These?”

Customer: “Yes! Potatoes!”

Their Brain Clocked Out

| NC, USA | Working | May 20, 2016

(I would work full-time at a fast food restaurant near my hometown to help pay my school fees. I am part of the opening shift on a busy holiday weekend. I have been opening for four days straight and because of that, my manager arranges for me to get off before 10:00 am instead of 11:00 am. The last two hours of my shift I’m on the drive-thru register. The oncoming manager for lunch is checking the stock when the AM manager comes into the booth.)

Manager #1: “[My Name], I have to go make this deposit really quickly. As soon I get back I’ll cash out your drawer so you can go home.”

Me: *looks at clock; it’s about 9:30 am* “Sure, that’s fine.”

(Manager #1 drives off to the bank just as we get slammed with the last minute breakfast/early lunch crowd. The cars are so constant that any minute of rest in between I’m brewing the sweet tea. By the time I notice Manager #1 hasn’t come back yet it’s 12:00 pm and I still haven’t had my drawer pulled. Even the front is being slammed and Manager #2 is at the grill trying to help. Finally at around 2:00 pm everything slows down and I approach the manager.)

Me: “[Manager #2], I know we’re busy, but can I please get a break or a drink from the front?”

Manager #2: “[My Name]? I thought you opened this morning?”

Me: “I did. [Manager #1] was supposed to let me go at 10 am when he came back from the bank. I was originally scheduled to get off at 11 am.”

(Manager #2 gets a really shocked look on her face and grabs one of the girls just coming on shift.)

Manager #2: *to coworker* “Go count a drawer. I’m putting you in the window.” *to me* “I’m sorry, [My Name]. [Manager #1] didn’t tell me you were still back there!”

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