Preventing A Scream Over Ice-Cream

| Portland, OR, USA | Right | May 27, 2016

(My parents, my sister, and I are going to a chain ice cream shop. We’re sitting down enjoying our food, when suddenly a man gets a little picky about his ice-cream:)

Man: *he begins to immediately talk loud to get the young cashier’s attention* “I am not going to eat this! The waitress wasn’t being nice.”

(At this point the whole restaurant was silent and staring at this greedy man.)

Man: “This waitress delivered my food in a horrible attitude. I demand to see the manager!”

(After a few minutes, the manager, a small sweet Asian lady walks out.)

Manager: *in a sweet voice* “What seems to be the problem?”

Man: “This waitress was extremely rude when she delivered my ice cream. I don’t appreciate her attitude towards me.”

(The waitress, who is no less than 16 is trembling a few feet away.)

Manager: “What would you like me to do? Would you like a free ice cream? It will be on us.”

Man: “I want her name. Give me her name.”

(At this point my dad decided to intervene.)

Dad: “Why do you need her name?”

Man: “Shut the f*** up. This isn’t your problem.”

(Sitting around him is a whole family, including a few young kids.)

Dad: “It isn’t, but she is sixteen years old. Why would you need her name?”

(An old man with the group flips off my dad.)

Dad: “Would you like to take this outside? I am more than happy to.”

Old Man: “No…”

(My mom decides to jump in.)

Mom: “For all we know, you could use her name to track her down. There is no real reason to get her name; there is no real problem here.”

(There is a small moment of silence, when suddenly the manager speaks up:)

Manager: “Will a free ice cream be okay?”

Man: *glances at my family then at the Manager* “Yes…”

Dad: *stands up and addresses restaurant* “I’m sorry I snapped.”

Customer: “Don’t be. You said what we all wanted to say.”

(After that the man shut up and sat in peace. The whole restaurant practically cheered for my parents when it was over.)

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*

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!)

Not Even Em-bra-rrassed To Say It

| Baltimore, MD, USA | Romantic | May 23, 2016

(I’m a 22-year-old female and hostess at a bar/restaurant in my town and am used to dealing with both ignorant and creepy customers on a daily basis. An average man in his late 50s is leaving the bar and stops where I’m standing on his way out.)

Customer: “You know what tomorrow is, right?”

Me: “Um, Wednesday?”

Customer: “It’s National No Bra Day.”

Me: “Oh. Yeah, I think I heard about that on [Popular Social Media Site].”

Customer: “So, are you working tomorrow?”

Me: “No, I have the day off tomorrow.”

Customer: “Too bad. I would’ve come in just to see that.”

(He stared down at my chest and winked creepily before leaving while I stood there speechless.)

No Signal Getting To This Brain

| MD, USA | Right | May 23, 2016

(I manage at a small, family owned restaurant that has a dining area and a bar. During happy hour, the bar puts out a small chafing dish filled with complementary wings for our customers. During my shift, the bartender calls me over.)

Bartender: “The woman over there wants to talk to you. She’s asking if we have free wifi.”

(I glance over and notice a woman sitting in the corner of the bar sipping on ice water and eating a plate full of the free wings. I walk over to the woman.)

Me: “Hi, ma’am, [Bartender] tells me you had a question regarding whether we offer free wifi?”

Woman: “Yes, I think that you should offer free wifi for your customers.”

Me: “I apologize for the inconvenience, ma’am, but we don’t have free wifi for customers. You would have to bring that up with the owners.”

Woman: “That’s ridiculous. You need to give me the wifi password.”

Me: “Ma’am, I don’t know any wifi passwords. Like I said before, this establishment doesn’t offer free wifi. We’re just a small business.”

Woman: “Well, why should I have to use my own data for two hours?! I won’t come back here if you don’t get wifi. It’s the least you could do for PAYING customers!”

(I’m getting irritated as I’m busy and this conversation is going around in circles.)

Me: “Ma’am, no offense but you’re sipping ice water and eating all the wings, both of which are free so technically you’re not a paying customer. Nor do I see how were responsible for you having to use your data plan when you’re here. We’re not forcing you to sit here for hours and browse the Internet. If it’s really that big of a deal, there’s a McDonald’s right down the road. There’s your free wifi.” *smiles sweetly*

Woman: “UGH!” *grabs her purse and plate of wings and leaves*

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