Don’t Tell Porkies About The Pork
I work at a pizza place for a while, and we have frequent Muslim customers. They always ask the same question when they come in: “Is the pizza halal?”
I know what this means. It means:
- Does the food contain pork, or are pork ingredients stored near the other foods?
- Is there any wine or alcohol in your food?
- Is your food halal-certified? (The animal must be slaughtered in a specific way.)
I studied religion in high school and Islam was pretty interesting, so I recall everything.
Our pizza place is under NO CIRCUMSTANCE halal; we have pork in our pizza, the pork is stored near the vegetables, and some of the dough ingredients contain alcohol. Every time a Muslim family comes in and asks, I kindly say, “Sorry, ma’am/sir, this is not halal,” and they are so NICE, saying, “Oh, that’s too bad, thank you,” and stuff like that.
One day, our boss has a meeting with us saying that there have been much fewer customers lately, blah, blah, blah. He gives some promotional ideas and tells us we should be more polite, more boring details, etc. Then, he says:
Boss: “I haven’t been seeing those headscarf people lately. They always seem to leave empty-handed.”
I stay silent for a moment, trying to comprehend “headscarf people”, before responding.
Me: “That’s because the food’s not halal.”
Boss: “Hala-what?”
I explain to him how Muslims can’t eat certain foods.
Boss: “Well then, say our food is Hala-whatever, okay?”
Me: “But sir, that’s not right. They can’t eat this kind of food. We shouldn’t lie to them—”
Boss: “I don’t care! You’re driving away my customers! Lie, cheat, do whatever it takes to make them stay! Life’s like that: unfair! I don’t give a f*** if they can’t eat it; we need to make money!”
Me: “But sir—”
Boss: “Do it or I will fire you.”
The next day, I get to my shift early and put on my uniform, ready to take some orders. My boss is “observing” me, and I can feel his stare.
Two Muslim girls walk in.
Customer #1: “Hey, can I have a medium-sized vegetarian deluxe?”
She then turns to ask the other girl, and they say something to each other.
Customer #2: “Hey, uhh, is this place halal?”
I’m about to say no, but my boss butts in.
Boss: “Yes, certainly! Even our chicken is okay to eat. Would you like a chicken deal?”
Customer #1: “S-sure.”
Me: *To the girls* “Stop. Don’t eat anything from here.”
Boss: “Don’t mind her. I’m going to fire her soon. She’s just moody.”
Me: *Raising my voice* “No, I’m not! Please, ma’am listen to me. This food is not halal; he’s lying to you.”
My boss stares at me and shakes his head.
Customer #2: “W-what?”
Me: “It’s not halal; we serve pork here.”
My boss then pushes me. I move back, avoiding him.
Me: “Don’t touch me!”
Boss: “What the f*** do you think you’re doing?”
Customer #1: “Hey! Don’t touch her! I’ll call the cops!” *Pulls out her phone*
Boss: “Tch, I don’t care. This b**** is sabotaging me.”
He then moves toward me again.
Customer #1: “I SAID DON’T TOUCH HER!”
The other girl has moved behind the counter and is now behind me.
Customer #2: “Come here.”
The girl ushers me over, I run to her, and she stands in front of me.
Customer #2: *Warning my boss* “Don’t come any closer!”
Boss: *To the girls* “F*** YOU! GET OUT OF MY STORE!” *Points at me* “AND YOU! YOU’RE FIRED! DON’T SHOW YOUR A** HERE EVER AGAIN!”
He then stomped away.
I walked outside with the girls, and they thanked me for telling them about the food. I told them it was no problem at all and thanked them for saving me back there.
We went to the police together and filed a complaint. The store got shut down, and my boss was punished for abuse. (I know it’s harsh, but he pushed me, and the girls insisted it was not okay.)
The girls and I became great friends, and we often joke about the incident.