An Out-Of-Touch Workforce

| Brighton, CO, USA | Working | September 8, 2016

(My mom and I decide to go to a chain famous for their Tex-Mex food. Recently they’ve resorted to using touchpads for ordering. They don’t work 70% of the time.)

Mom: “Excuse me, sir, this isn’t letting me pay.” *she taps on the screen*

Me: “What’s the point if they never work?”

Waiter: “You can break it if you want to. It’s trying to take my job.”

About To Be Very Cheesed Off

| Amsterdam, The Netherlands | Right | September 6, 2016

(This happens when the couple I just served are paying.)

Me: “Was everything okay?”

Customer: “Well, almost. I found that the cheese was very dry, tough and flavorless.”

Me: “All right, what did you order?”

Customer: “It was [dish].”

Me: “Hm. That shouldn’t come with cheese.”

Customer: “Well, there still was some. It was under the bread.”

Me: “That… would be a yellow napkin.”

1 Thumbs

One Angry Girl, One Cup

, | San Antonio, TX, USA | Working | September 5, 2016

(A few coworkers and I are sitting in the small back room of the restaurant/bakery where we work. We’re all friends and can insult each other without the other getting mad or offended. One of the girls wants a refill on her drink. She is known for being in a bad mood and is a self-proclaimed b****.)

Coworker #1: “[Coworker #2] can you get me a refill? I’ll give you a dollar.”

Coworker #2: *scoffs* “Get it yourself.”

Coworker #1: “But I’m tired and too lazy to do it myself.”

(She continues to whine about a refill and being tired for several minutes.)

Coworker #3: *having had enough of the whining* “Fine, I’ll do it. You don’t even have to give me a dollar.”

Coworker #1: “Fine, do it for free, then.”

(Coworker #3 takes the cup and starts walking out of the room.)

Coworker #2: *holding out his cup* “Well, since you’re already up…”

Coworker #3: “F*** you.”

Time To Face The Mess

| NC, USA | Related | September 5, 2016

(My aunt and cousin are visiting and my mom and I have a girls’ day out with them. Towards the end of the day, we stop at a coffee shop for a snack. I order a milk and an almond-butter-chocolate-chip muffin, which I begin to eat by breaking off pieces and popping them in my mouth. I quickly realize two things: 1) the muffin is delicious and 2) I’m going to be a mess by the end of it. I turn to my mom, who, due to certain allergies, can’t have chocolate while my aunt and cousin both enjoy it.)

Me: “Looks like I’ll have a bit of a clean up after I’m done with this.”

Mom: “[My Name]! It’s all over your face!”

Aunt: “That just means she’s enjoying it.”

(My cousin and I started giggling while my mom shakes her head with a slight smile.)

The Tip, Like The Waiter, Will Just Pass On By

| Naugatuck, CT, USA | Working | September 4, 2016

(My boyfriend and I attempt to eat at a restaurant we used to frequent when we first started dating. We go for lunch; they are pretty slow, just an elderly couple, a family with a baby, and another couple who came in with us. When we go in we are told to sit wherever we want, so we sit in full view of the staff. Ten minutes in and we’d watch our waitress chat with the elderly couple and play with the baby. At the fifteen minute mark we try to flag her down, and see her look directly at us, turn on her heel, and go into the kitchen. At twenty minutes she walks out of the restaurant, on her cell phone, and the other waitress goes as far as to ignore us calling out to her to just so we could get our drinks. So after a half hour my boyfriend and I decide we’ve waited long enough and got up to leave. As we’re walking out the cashier stops us.)

Cashier: “Excuse me, you two need to pay before you can leave.”

Me: “If we had received any form of service, then yes, we would pay.”

Cashier: “But I heard you ask for drinks. Those aren’t free you know.”

Me: “Yes, I did ask for a drink, and our server walked away from us.”

Cashier: “Well, she’s new and still getting used to this. Can you at least leave her a tip so she’s not discouraged?”

Me: “We just sat here for a half hour being ignored by both of your waitresses, driving us to go somewhere else for lunch, and you want us to reward her?”

Cashier: “Wait, you’re leaving? What if I give you half off a breakfast order?”

Me: “So I can wait even longer? I’ll pass.”

(My boyfriend and I haven’t been back since.)

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