That Whiskey Turned Very Sour

, , , , , , | Working | February 28, 2019

(I go to a bar around 7:00 pm during happy hour.)

Me: “What drink specials do you have for happy hour, and what time does it end?”

Bartender #1: “All well mixed-drinks are $5, as well as select beers. Happy hour runs until 8:00 pm.”

Me: “Okay, I’ll get a whiskey soda, please.”

(A minute later the bartender comes back, places a whiskey sour in front of me, and is gone before I can say anything. I like whiskey sours and don’t want to make a big deal, considering its an easy mistake, so I decide not to try and wave her back over. About thirty minutes later I go back for another drink. My original bartender seems to have ended her shift and two new ones have taken over. Despite not being very busy, it takes almost twenty minutes for one of them to come by and take my order, with only a few minutes remaining in happy hour. I make sure to enunciate more clearly while ordering and get my correct drink this time. I decide to have one last drink before going home about forty minutes after that. I get the same bartender [#2] who made my previous drink and again make sure to enunciate when ordering. Somehow he comes back with another whiskey sour, but this time I ask him to remake it, and I even apologize for not speaking more clearly. Finally, as I am about to leave, I go to close out my tab and I encounter [Bartender #3]. While he is closing me out I take a pen out of my pocket to sign my check — this comes up later. When he gets back to me, I notice that my bill is higher than it’s supposed to be. I ask for an itemized receipt to find that I was charged $8 for each drink, despite the first two being under happy hour, and I let the bartender know this.)

Bartender #3: “Those are Jack Daniels; that isn’t discounted under happy hour.”

Me: “I didn’t order Jack Daniels.”

Bartender #3: “Yeah, you did. I remember you specifically asking me for Jack Daniels in each drink.”

Me: “That’s funny, because I didn’t order a single drink from you. That guy—“ *[Bartender #2]* “—made my last two, and the woman working here earlier made my first.

Bartender #3: “Oh, um. We’ll get this taken care of for you.”

(He spends the about fifteen minutes with another employee I assume is a manager at the register trying to figure everything out. I’m playing with my phone while I’m waiting and twirling my pen between my fingers when suddenly the pen is grabbed right out of my hand by [Bartender #2].)

Bartender #2: “I need to borrow this, mate.”

(He is at the other side of the bar before I can say anything or even totally realize what just happened. Eventually, [Bartender #3] comes back with the other employee.)

Other Employee: “So… we need a manager to adjust the price.”

Me: *wondering why they haven’t gotten a manager yet after all this time* “All right.”

Other Employee: “Can’t you just sign this check and we can assure you we’ll adjust it before its charged?”

Me: “Absolutely not.”

Bartender #3: “How about I make you another drink to even it out?”

Me: “No, I’m leaving right now.”

Bartender #3: “We can give you a free one the next time you’re here.”

Me: “I definitely have no intention of coming back here.”

Other Employee: “I’ll get the manager to fix the check.”

([Bartender #2] is hanging around nearby.)

Me: “Can I at least get my pen back while I’m waiting?”

Bartender #3: “What pen?”

Me: *pointing to [Bartender #2]* “The one he took out of my hand a few minutes ago.”

Bartender #2: “It’s just a pen, mate. Is it really that big of a deal?”

Me: “It belongs to me, and I’d like it back. So, yeah.”

(He took the pen out of his pocket and handed it back to me. Around this time the manager came out. He was very apologetic about the entire thing and offered to give me the price difference in cash as the fastest option. I agreed and signed the check. When he came back with the cash, he also handed me a very large glass of straight whiskey as an apology, which I ended up leaving with my friends who remained at the bar.)

Unfiltered Story #140406

, , , | Unfiltered | February 17, 2019

This day was very busy but has since slowed down. Enjoying the bit of a break I’m chatting with the person on bar when a customer who is a semi-regular approches my till.

Me-Hi sir what can I get for you?
Him-Caramel Machiatto
Him- Can I not have the attitude?

At this point I am thrown off as I did not have an attitude in the least bit. Being a good barista I apologized anyway. This was not good enough for him and he wanted someone else to ring him up. As I was the only person with a till no one else could help him. I explained this to him and he went irate.

Him- You can drink the -expletive- drink. I dont have to -expletive- deal with this -expletive-

At this point myself as well as my co-worker are in total shock. The customer storms off and Im about to go to the office to grab my supervisor and write a report when the customer stormed back in with his phone held high as if he’s recording us. Note my company is very clear that people can not record behind the counter at all so I am in my rights to tell them to stop recording or get out.

Him- I’m going to -expletive- report you! F you you -expletive-

He continues ranting when I tell him twice to stop recording and leave or I’m calling the police. I also put my hand in front of my face so this crazy man can not record me. Im picking up the phone to call the cops when he turns the camera to my co-worker, curses at him then leaves.

Im still confused what he was going to report me for. Im still scared if a video of me will appear on youtube.

Yeah, We Vote No

, , , , , | Working | December 21, 2018

(I manage teams of door-to-door canvassers for political campaigns. Each staff member has their data time stamped with every door they hit so we can keep track of them when they are in the field. I am calling a staffer concerning a problem I noticed with his time stamps on his previous shift.)

Me: “It seems you didn’t start knocking doors until an hour after your shift started, and you stopped thirty minutes before you were supposed to.”

Staffer: “Yeah, is that a problem?”

Me: “Well, yes. We paid you to work for four hours, and you only actually worked for three.”

Staffer: “I don’t really see the issue.”

Me: “Yeah, we’re going to let you go.”

Staffer: “Well, I guess that makes sense.”

Unfiltered Story #119560

, , , | Unfiltered | September 7, 2018

I work as a barista in a coffee shop. Every Tuesday and Thursday, we have a teenager come in and order the same drink: a half-and-half coffee. Unfortunately this customer suffers from Down syndrome, however she is the sweetest person ever and all of the staff are extremely polite and enjoy her presence. This event occurs on a Tuesday evening, around 5 pm. A woman yapping loudly on a cell phone strolls into the resturant and proceeds to order. It all goes smoothly until she goes to collect her coffee and takes notice of the disabled girl.

Woman: Oh my god, a f***ing r*****! How do you let people like this in your shop?

I go speechless, having never met such an inconsiderate a**hole in my life, and simply stand there stunned.

Woman: I mean I can’t believe those crazy f*****s aren’t locked up in an asylum like they should be!

She is quite loud, and by now the whole cafe is dead silent, and glaring at her with looks of pure disgust. The disabled girl is visibly upset and tears are pouring down her cheeks.

Woman: (continues her ranting for about another 30 seconds, using immense profanity. Suddenly, another middle-aged male customer approaches her.)

Male Customer: Excuse me ma’am, your name doesn’t happen to be [name] does it?

Woman: (looking annoyed) Why yes, it is. And exactly who the f*** are you?

The man smiles at her, but there is a fire behind his eyes.

Male Customer: My name is [name], and I’m the CEO of [company]. If I recall, you just applied for a position at our loca office last week. In fact, I was just going over to the office to review your application, but now I see I won’t have to do that. Watching you be completely rude and undeniably terrible to that girl who has no control over her disability made my blood boil. I can say with one hundred percent certainty, that you will NEVER work for my company ever. You’d be a major embarrassment to our image, and I can’t have that on my plate. Now I recommend you apologize to that poor little girl, and then get the f*** out of this coffee shop, because I don’t ever want to see your piece-of-s*** face again.

The woman’s jaws were on the floor by this point. She muttered a quick apology, and ran out of the store, not even bothering to pick up her coffee. At this point, the manager has come out of his office.

Manager: That was the greatest thing I’ve ever seen. I grant you the employee discount for life!

All around the coffee shop, people gave a round of applause to the man, who graciously accepted and sat back down. The disabled girl was given a free coffee and our store t-shirt!

Oh, Ma’am…

, , , , | Right | December 19, 2017

(I work at a clothing store.)

Me: “Hello, ma’am, how may I help you today?”

Customer: “BLEHHHH.” *flails arms*

Me: “Um, ma’am, are you all right?”

Woman: “I am not a ‘ma’am.’ I am a f****** lady!” *slaps my face and walks off*

Me: “…”

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