Even After It Clickered, She Won’t Back Down
I was working in a restaurant a few years ago. It was pretty late after closing, and I was waiting for the last table to finish eating so I could clean up. It wasn’t my table, but I couldn’t clean around it until they left and my coworker had already tried to hurry them along and pretty much failed. (We had a dumb policy about not directly telling customers that we were closed and that they needed to leave.)
In the meantime, I was doing some other closing work on the other side of the restaurant, talking to another coworker and glancing occasionally over my shoulder to see if they had left yet.
The lady at the table came up to me, demanding to see the manager. I said okay, not really grasping how angry she was, and went to get him. She began to rant about how my coworker and I were laughing about how she and her friends were “dogs”.
In actual fact, my coworker and I were talking about how he was looking after another coworker’s pets while they were out of town and the antics the pets got up to.
In the empty restaurant, they had overheard a few random words and pieced together their own little story about how my coworker and I had nothing better to do than insult them. (It says volumes about their self-image I suppose.)
She unloaded on our manager, who didn’t believe for a second that my coworker and I would even think, much less say anything like that about these women. Knowing there had obviously been some misunderstanding, he called us over to hear our side, and I proceeded to explain how we were having a conversation about a coworker’s pets. I even shared the story that had made us laugh: the family had tried clicker training the dog, and so now the dog would search for the clicker, bring it to someone, step on it, and whine for a treat because that’s what happened when the clicker clicked. Now the clicker had to be hidden in a spot that could be locked.
I swear I saw a look of embarrassment go through her eyes, but she just decided to continue flipping out because admitting she was wrong was out of the question. My coworker and I left the scene so the manager could cool her down. But after she called us rude names for the better part of five minutes, the manager informed her that she was just making a bigger idiot of herself the longer she went. She finally stormed out after paying, and her friends followed soon after.