Still Got Meat Between Their Ears

, | Adelaide, SA, Australia | Right | September 24, 2015

(I’m taking drive-thru orders over the speaker box. This particular fast-food chain is known for making burgers “your way” – adding or removing condiments, no matter what the request. Condiments such as lettuce and tomato are free within reason, but some customers try to get away with ordering a plain burger, and then requesting all of the condiments be added, assuming they will get a burger with everything for the price of a plain one.)

Me: “Hi, welcome to [Fast Food Restaurant]. Place your order when you’re ready, please.”

Customer: “I’ll have a hamburger, please.”

Me: “Sure thing; one hamburger is $1.10. Is there anything e-”

Customer: *”On the hamburger, I’d like cheese, lettuce, tomato, onion, and mayonnaise.”

Me: “No worries. That’s one Junior [Brand-name] burger with cheese. That’s $2.85; is there anything else?”

Customer: “… Oh, uh, I’ve changed my mind. How much is a five inch bun on its own?”

Me: “60c.”

Customer: “I’ll get a five inch bun, with sauce, mayo, lettuce, tomato, onion, and cheese.”

Me: “Sure thing. So, that’s a [full-priced burger] minus the meat. That’ll be $3.85… Drive through, please.”

Customer: “D*** IT! You guys are meant to be stupid high-school drop-outs that are easy to fool. Just give me the burger with the meat on it then, thanks.”

Spicey Confrontation

| MI, USA | Working | September 23, 2015

(This takes place in a popular sandwich place where you can customize your order.)

Me: “Hello, I’d like a foot-long Italian bread with ham, toasted please, no cheese.”

Worker #1: “What kind of sandwich?”

(Thinking I spoke too fast I repeat part of the order.)

Me: “Foot-long Italian with ham.”

Worker #1: “What bread?”

Me: “Italian foot-long.”

Worker #1: “Six-inch or foot-long?”

Me: *slightly irritated* “Foot-long.”

Worker #1: “What meat?”

Me: “Ham.”

Worker #1: “You said mozzarella cheese right?”

Me: “No cheese.”

Worker #1: “Pepperjack?”

Me: “No. Cheese.”

Worker #1: “No need to get huffy, geez! Do you want it toasted?”

Me: “Yes, please.”

(Worker #1 gives the sandwich to Worker #2 for toppings… untoasted. I gave up at that point.)

Worker #2: “What toppings do you want?”

Me: *very slowly hoping this part goes well* “Pickles… olives… banana peppers…”

(Worker #2 grabs for the jalapeños.)

Me: “No! Those are jalapeños!”

Worker #2: “What’s the difference!”

Me: “Banana peppers are those yellow ones. When I eat spicy foods I have a weird reaction. My throat swells up!”

Worker #2: “Yeah, right, that’s ridiculous! Who is allergic to that?! That’s like saying you’re allergic to the cold or something!”

Me: “…I’m allergic to the cold.”

(I actually am; it’s a rare allergy where I get hives.)

Worker #2: “Whatever. There. I made your sandwich.”

(When I got home, I took a bite and my throat started swelling. Sure enough, it had jalapeños.)

Big Box Of Bad

| MA, USA | Right | September 23, 2015

(My mother and I are having lunch at a chain restaurant where we’ve always gotten decent food and great service. The lady at the next table keeps calling our waitress over to complain about her food, to the point where it’s getting on my mom’s nerves. The waitress is apologetic and gets her bill adjusted for her.)

Waitress: “…and here’s your dessert. I’m so sorry for the inconvenience.

Lady: “Thank you. Oh, and can I get a box for the rest of this?”

(Mom and I exchange a look.)

Mom: “That bad, huh?”

Not Always Right: The Comic – Red Light Bulb Moment

| Germany | Right | September 22, 2015

Read the full story here.

Penny Dreadful Service

| New Orleans, LA, USA | Working | September 21, 2015

(My older sister and I are at a fine dining restaurant and have ordered a bottle of wine with our meal. The server is terribly slow the entire meal but this is the breaking point.)

Server: *clearing off the table after we had been finished at least a half hour* “Will there be anything else?”

Sister: “Yes, we’ll take the rest of the bottle of wine with us.”

(The bottle is less than halfway full. The server picks up the bottle from the wine cart and turns it upside down in the ice bucket it was in, emptying the contents. He then hands my sister the empty bottle. After that he brings the bill and we pay in cash, but my sister leaves a single penny on the tray.)

Sister: “Oh, this is for you.”

Server: *seeing the penny* “What?!”

My Sister: “Yes. For you.”

(The server storms off. The manager comes over, almost crying because she’s laughing so hard.)

Manager: “You actually offered him a penny?”

Me: “It was more than he deserved. We’ve been here over two hours thanks to him.”

Manager: “And you already paid?”

My Sister: “Yes.”

Manager: “I’m sorry about that. Please come back again and we’ll make things right.”

(We never saw that server again!)

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