Pot Shouts The Kettle Black

, , , , , | Right | April 25, 2018

(A woman and her young-ish son, maybe 10 or 11 years old, walk in. She is yelling at him as they enter the store.)

Woman: “I’M SICK OF YOU EMBARRASSING ME IN PUBLIC!”


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A Hot Slice Of Manners

, , , | Right | April 24, 2018

(I am working on a fairly busy day, and there is a line of customers. I have only been working in this store for a couple of weeks, and have just gotten used to the cash register and how to place orders for pizzas. I am also only 15.)

Me: “Hello! How are you today?”

Customer: “Fine.” *they proceed to give a very specific order and I put it into the system as fast as possible* “Also, we get a free pizza because it was messed up previously.”

(They show me their receipt from the previous week and show me the server’s name. It happens to be my name.)

Customer: “She was the most unintelligent person I’ve ever seen work here, and she could barely understand what we were saying! She was the most incompetent…” *now noticing my name*

Me: “Anything else for you today?”

Customer: “No. I’m glad to see they’re properly training their employees now. They must have known you needed extra help.”

Coworker: “Or you needed help with your manners; you have ordered a pizza and called in to complain for multiple weeks in a row. Now you can either give her the money and wait for your pizza, or get out.”

(I have never seen someone blush so much! They remained quiet and very polite for the rest of the transaction, and I haven’t seen them since!)

Diversity Has Hatred Of Racism In Common

, , , , | Right | April 19, 2018

(It’s my third day, and my colleagues are telling me stories about bad customers and workers. One of my floor colleagues is Turkish but speaks perfect Dutch — the local language — with an accent.)

Turkish Colleague: “This guy is the biggest racist you’ll ever meet. The moment I open my mouth, he screams, ‘GET AWAY FROM ME, TURKISH PIECE OF S***!’ He’s banned from the restaurant, but he isn’t getting the message and keeps– Speak of the devil, there he is.”

Manager: “I’ll go tell him.”

(I’m part Russian, and I normally speak without a trace of an accent, but I can mimic one perfectly.)

Me: “Boss, might I try?”

Manager: “Sure. If you think you can get him out of here.”

(I go up to the man and start speaking Russian.)

Man: “SPEAK GOD-DANG DUTCH, YOU A**HOLE!”

Me: *with the most comical and thick accent I can do* “Very sorry, sir. I forget I should do Dutch. Table for one?”

Man: “F*** you!” *storms out*

Manager: “That went better than expected.”

Me: “Honestly, I didn’t expect him to leave. I was about to call [Turkish Colleague] to step in if he wanted someone else.”

Getting Them A Hot Slice Of Justice

, , , , , , | Right | April 14, 2018

(I work as a server at a chain pizza parlor. We’ve had our fair share of prank orders, rude customers, and scammers. A family of five enters the store to order. I am assigned as their server. They originally order their food for take-out, along with a two-liter bottle of pop. They then change their minds and want to eat in, instead. Since I’ve taken the order, I am assigned to serve their new table. As I walk up to do my required server intro, they are rude right away. This happens often, but how they react is off-base.)

Mother: “Don’t bother with the introduction; just get us our food and some glasses with ice for our pop.”

Me: “Well, my name is [My Name], and I’ll be your server. Just let me make sure with my manager that I can do that, since we sell our pop as fountain drinks for dinner.”

Father: “Why does it f****** matter? We paid for our pop already.”

Me: “I know that, sir, but we would lose money if everyone bought a two-liter when they ate in and didn’t order drinks. I have to clear it with my manager.”

(At this point, I discuss it with my manager and return to the table. The parents are glaring at me the entire way, while the kids sit quietly talking to one another.)

Me: “I apologize, but my manager says that two-liters aren’t allowed on the floor when eating in. I’d be happy to put it behind the counter for you and serve you drinks while you’re here.”

Mother: “You’re trying to take us for more f****** money after we already paid for our drinks?”

Me: “I’m not trying to do anything, ma’am. It’s company policy. I don’t get to make that decision.”

Mother: “Fine! Just take it and get us some water and our pizza.”

(She practically throws the bottle at me and I place it behind the counter. I take their order to them immediately when it comes out and ask if they need anything else.)

Father: “Our bill would be nice. We’ve been waiting forever for our food, and at this point we just want to go the f*** home.”

(I’m now sick of the abuse and slide their bill onto the table. I check my other tables and go in the back to start the dishes. I hear them approach the counter to speak with my manager.)

Mother: “Our server was rude. Our pizza was cold and took an hour to get out here. We couldn’t even eat it. And she wouldn’t let us drink our own d*** two-liter!”

Manager: “I apologize, miss, but our policy doesn’t allow two-liters on the floor when the purchaser is eating in. As for the other things, we could remake your pizza and give you a hot one for take out.”

(As they originally ordered for take-out, they’ve already paid.)

Father: “I just want my g**d*** money back. I ain’t paying for a s*** pizza my family couldn’t eat.”

Manager: “I can do that, as well, sir. Let me see your receipt and I will refund you for the pizza. But the other things on the bill I can do nothing about.”

(They calm down a little and finish the refund process. My manager tries to send me home for being incompetent. She was in the office the entire time this family was here.)

Manager: “Their food sat for 45 minutes, and I had to refund them! If you can’t serve properly, go home.”

(A coworker walks up as I shamefully go to clear the table, knowing they had their food the moment it came out.)

Coworker: “[My Name] was the best server she could be with how she was treated.”

(I bring the half of a pizza into the back and have my manager look at and feel it. It’s half gone and still freshly hot.)

Manager: “Son of a b****.”

(She stormed into the parking lot where the family was seemingly waiting for their car to heat. I nodded to my coworker and went back to work. The police were called and the parents were arrested. Turns out, they’d done this to several other restaurants in the area. The best part is, I got promoted for handling them with class.)

Maybe They Can “Appreciate” This Sexual Harassment Claim

, , , , | Working | April 4, 2018

(I work for a pizza place, and my boss is a HUGE flirt, but he never actually approaches girls he finds attractive. Instead, he tells me. In this instance, he’s talking to me about a girl I just interviewed, who was very nice, but just didn’t seem like a good fit.)

Boss: “Hey, [My Name]. You’re going to hire her, right?”

Me: “Oh, I don’t know. She didn’t really impress me. I think she might be too inexperienced.”

Boss: “I think you should. She’s hot!”

Me: “Um… [Boss], you’re engaged.”

Boss: “Hey, I’m allowed to appreciate!”

Me: “Okay, while I respect that you said, ‘appreciate,’ and not just, ‘I can look,’ I should probably let you know… she’s 16.”

Boss: *gets a deer-in-headlights look, as he is 27* “Uh… Yeah… Um…” *pauses* “This conversation never happened.”

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