Sometimes The Meat Can Be Suspect…

, , , , , | Right | August 4, 2020

This happened to a family friend who emigrated to the USA from Germany after World War II. She was traveling by bus, which had stopped for a snack and potty break.

Snack Bar Man: “What can I get for you, ma’am?”

Friend: “Oh, just something quick.”

Snack Bar Man: “How about a hot dog?

Friend: “Oh, no, I ate enough horse meat in Germany during the war. I didn’t come to the United States to start eating dogs!”

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Unfiltered Story #203754

, , | Unfiltered | August 3, 2020

Some little biddy is on the u-scan, not listening or following instructions, rolling her eyes at the machine, and getting nasty at me. They don’t seem to realize that trying to do it “their way” just makes the process longer. Then she asks me about garbage tags. Around here, you need to buy tags to put on your garbage bags for the company to come pick them up. She wanted to know if I could get the service desk to send me some so she could add it to her order. I told her I didn’t think so, but I’d ask. She finishes, and I told her that sorry, no, they cannot leave the desk, she *had* to buy them there. “But I asked you!” Well, yes, and I told you I’d ask, but they told me it can’t be done. I never said that it could. “*Looks at long line* I asked you to add it to my order, I can’t stand on that long line, my husband is in the car and he has Parkinson’s Disease!” Seriously lady? Unless your husband is the one waiting in line, I don’t see what that has to do with anything. You left him in the car long enough to shop for 50.00 worth of groceries from one end of the store to the other, and then to stand around yelling at me. I don’t see what a little longer is going to change.

Unfiltered Story #203746

, , , | Unfiltered | August 3, 2020

I am organizing some merchandise on top of a table when I hear a voice from behind me and very close to my ear that makes me jump.

Customer: Letter opener.
Me: OH! My goodness, I’m sorry?
Customer: letter. Letter opener.
Me: Are you asking if we have letter openers?
Customer: I suppose.
Me: We might have some if you’ll follow me to this case.
Customer: If you insist.
Me: nope, looks like our last one was sold.
Customer: I suppose I’ll…
Me:…..
Customer:…..
Me: …. beg pardon?
Customer: Yes. Goodbye.
Me: Adieu?
Customer: Ugh.

Nepotism Rarely Works Out

, , , , , , | Working | July 31, 2020

I work at a local sandwich shop. Our manager has recently hired her daughter’s boyfriend and it is going about as well as you might expect. The owners are nice people, but the manager is kind of a snob. She’s the type that only works eight to four, Monday through Friday, no matter what is happening because she’s “management” and the “grunt work isn’t her job.” [Coworker] is lazy and a jerk to customers but the manager has his back.

One Sunday evening, a regular comes in. She always has a special order due to a few dietary requirements but is such a good customer. She comes in during off-peak hours, is polite and happy, and tips fantastically. She even tips extra during holiday seasons, sometimes 100% or more of her bill. 

My new coworker messes up her order by adding meat to a vegetarian order. Then, he tried to pick off the meat instead of just restarting. Then, he added cheese. Nope. The customer has a dairy allergy. Full restart.

I’m catching his mistakes and making him redo it, but each time, he is complaining louder and louder about these “stupid f****** vegans” right in earshot of the customer.

He then tries to hide bacon bits in her food “as a prank.” I kick him off the line to make it myself and tell him I am going to report him. 

Coworker: “Do you remember who I am?”

At this point, the customer pipes up from the counter.

Customer: “Do you know who I am?”

Coworker: “Some entitled Karen who refuses to just pick something off a menu?”

I flipped, told him to shut up, and got her food out “on the house.” She just smiled at me, took out her phone, called someone, and retold the whole story. 

Within fifteen minutes, the manager and owner were both in the shop. [Coworker] was fired on the spot and the manager was told to fill in the shift and the rest of his scheduled shifts since he was “her hire” and the owner didn’t want any shift to be short-handed due to “her mistake”. The manager has since been relieved of hiring duties.

Unbeknownst to all of us, the regular was the owner’s twin sister.

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We Need No Further Evidence Regarding Her Sanity

, , , , | Healthy | July 31, 2020

I work in a pharmacy and I get a call from an older customer.

Me: “[Pharmacy], how can I help you?”

Customer: “You gave me the wrong pills!”

Me: “I’m sorry to hear that, ma’am; did the bag have your name on it?”

Customer: “It’s my name, but the wrong pills are in the bottle!”

Me: “It’s possible we refilled one of your other prescriptions on fi—”

Customer: “No! The wrong pills are in the bottle!”

Me: “All right, can I have the number on the bottle?”

Customer: “Oh, no, you don’t! I’m not giving that to you.”

Me: “All right, can I have your name, please?”

Customer: No! I’m on to your tricks!”

Me: “Ma’am, I need to look up your file so I can figure out what the problem is.”

Customer: “No, you don’t! I know your sly ways. You’re just going to change my file so you can cover up your mistake!”

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t have that ability. I’d like to help give you the proper medication. Can you please tell me your name?”

Customer: “No! You’re going to change the names of the medications on my chart to hide your screwup!”

Me: “Well, ma’am, can you come back to the store so I can verify the wrong pills were given?”

Customer: “No! I’m holding onto this bottle! It’s evidence!”

Me: “Ma’am, I can’t change any ‘evidence,’ since you have a printed label on the bottle. Can you tell me the name of the medication?”

Customer: “No! Do you think I’m stupid? I’m not telling you anything!”

Me: *Sigh* “Okay, ma’am, if you won’t let me see your file or the pills, and you won’t bring it back, then what would you like me to do?”

Customer: “I want you to know that you’re a horrible pharmacy. And you are a terrible person!”

Me: “Excuse me? I’m trying to help—”

Customer: “No, you are an awful person! You don’t deserve to be in business, trying to poison me with the wrong pills!”

Me: “Well, can you describe them to me? Are they white? Oval?”

Customer: “I’m not telling! You are a bad person!”

Me: “Ma’am, I would really like to help you, if you could give me some informati—”

Customer: “No, you don’t! Shame on you for trying to kill me and then hiding the evidence!”

She hung up.

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