Tomat-NO

, , , , , , | Working | October 29, 2020

I order a sandwich that normally came with tomatoes, but I ask for them to be removed. However, once I get my meal and unwrap the sandwich, I find that it has tomato slices stacked on it and falling out of it. I check my receipt and confirm that it lists tomatoes to be removed, and then I take it back to the front. There is a manager manning the registers now.

Manager: “Hello. Is everything all right?”

Me: “No. I asked for tomatoes to be removed from my sandwich, but I’ve been given extra tomatoes, instead.”

The manager checked the receipt and the sandwich and immediately promised to make me a new one. As he turned to go to the kitchen, he and I spotted a pair of teenage employees peering out from the kitchen area, grinning. They lost their grins when the manager made eye contact, and they quickly hurried away.

I got my new sandwich, but due to the extra wait, I had to take it with me to eat on the walk back to my office. Once I got outside, I saw both of the teenagers waiting at the bus stop. Both of them glared at me as I passed, so I’m given to assume that they didn’t just make a mistake, but maybe gave me extra tomatoes as a prank, which their manager did not find as funny as they did.

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Uber Eats Meets Uber Stupid

, , , , , | Working | October 28, 2020

This takes place before the health crisis. I’ve placed an order online with a nearby diner-style restaurant and driven there to pick it up. When I enter, I see a couple of teenage employees dashing back and forth behind the counter. When they see me, they place an order bag on the counter and go back to dashing around. I look inside the bag to discover that it’s not my order.

Me: “Uh, hey. Excuse me.”

Teenager #1: “Is there a problem?”

Me: “This isn’t what I ordered.”

Teenager #2: “That’s the [Delivery Service #1] order.”

Me: “Yeah, that’s not what I ordered.”

Teenager #1: “Oh, did your client change their order? We didn’t get a notice about that.”

Me: “What client?”

Teenager #2: *In a “duh” voice* “The person who ordered the food.”

Me: “I ordered the food.”

Teenager #1: “Wait, you’re not with [Delivery Service #1]?”

Me: “No.”

Teenager #1: “Oh, man! Haha! Sorry about that.”

He takes the bag back and hands me a different bag. I’m looking inside it to see if this one is the correct order but he saves me the time.

Teenager #1: “There’s the [Delivery Service #2] order.”

I take my head out of the bag and hand it back to him.

Me: “No, I’m not with [Delivery Service #2], either.”

Teenager #2: “Are you with [Delivery Service #3]? [DeliveryService #4]?”

Me: “No.”

Teenager #1: “[Delivery Service #5]? [Delivery Service #6]?”

Me: “No!”

Teenager #2: “Then which delivery service are you with?”

Me: “I’m not with any delivery service!”

They stare at me, confused and slightly disgusted like I just started picking my nose in full view.

Teenager #1: “Then what are you doing here?”

Me: “I ordered food for myself. I paid for it myself. I came here to get it myself. And I’m going to take it home and eat it myself.”

They look at each other, still confused.

Teenager #1: “Are they, like, allowed to do that?”

Teenager #2: “I dunno, dude. I never heard of that before. Maybe we should call the boss man.”

Me: “Yeah, you do that. Call your boss man and tell him to bring my money with him.”

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If You’re Gonna Break The Law, Do It At Home

, , , , | Learning | October 27, 2020

I’m a teacher in a somewhat “rough” area. Try as we might, we can’t always convince our students to stop hanging out with people who might get them into trouble.

I’m a female. When I’m not in school, I look nothing like my “teacher” appearance. In school, I look like a stereotypical librarian: professional clothes, my hair up in a bun, glasses, the whole nine yards. On the weekends, I wear T-shirts, a denim jacket, leggings or sweatpants, and my hair down to the middle of my back.

One weekend, I’m out running errands and decide to get lunch from my favorite cafe. I take my lunch out to a city park, find a bench, and start eating and browsing on my phone. From across the park, I hear a group of about seven or eight teens and young adults laughing and joking. I don’t pay any attention to them until it becomes clear that they are trying to get my attention.

Boy #1: “Hey, pretty lady. How about you share your lunch with us?”

Boy #2: “Yeah, pretty girl like you doesn’t need that much food. We can help you finish whatever you don’t eat.”

The group carries on for a few minutes, trying harder and harder to get a rise out of me, but I ignore them. After a few minutes, the group gives up and sits down at a picnic table near me, and I start smelling something that I haven’t smelled since college. I finally look over to the group, and they are passing around and smoking a plant-based drug, and they’re also passing around a bottle of alcohol.

I make eye contact with one of the teenage girls and recognize her as one of my best students in class. As soon as we make eye contact, she also recognizes me. In total shock, she blurts out my name and starts begging me not to get her in trouble.

Unfortunately, another park patron had already called police on the group for their drug and alcohol use. I had to identify my student to the police, along with some of the other young people who had been in my classes before dropping out or getting too old to graduate.

All of the young people were charged for smoking the drug and for public alcohol consumption, both of which are illegal in our city. Those who were not of age also received citations for underage alcohol consumption.

Of course, I had to report my student to the school principal, and she was given in-school suspension for a week. The principal wanted to suspend her out of school, but I argued that that would only drive her back to the same group of troublemakers and that it would be better for her to be in school, away from them.

When the girl was allowed back to class, she came in during my free hour to apologize for her behavior and to thank me for helping to reduce her school punishment. We had a heartfelt conversation about choosing the right people to surround yourself with, and so far, she has stayed out of trouble. I don’t know if she still hangs out with that group outside of school, but I really hope she doesn’t.

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We’re Adults And We’re Not This Mature

, , , , , , | Right | October 23, 2020

I am visiting my grandmother and grandfather who live in an extremely nice assisted living community. We are “out to dinner” at the on-site restaurant, which is almost entirely staffed by wonderful high school students. A boy probably no older than fifteen is serving us.

Teenage Server: “And what can I get for you, ma’am?”

Grandmother: “Well, dear, I would like the shrimp with the—”

She suddenly stops speaking and releases the longest, loudest passing of gas I’ve ever heard. My uncle can barely contain his laughter, but the young server doesn’t even blink.

Grandmother: “Excuse me! As I was saying, the shrimp with the collard greens, dear.”

Teenager Server: “Absolutely, ma’am, that will be right out for you.”

The server walked away still without any trace of a snicker or embarrassment. Now that’s professionalism! Just goes to show that age and maturity are not always connected!

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Their Dine And Dash Hopes Were Dashed, Part 2

, , , , , , | Right | October 21, 2020

I work weekends as a waitress at a nicer breakfast restaurant. I’ve been waitressing for about a year now, and I’ve had several occasions where I’ve been stiffed on tips and I have had a time or two where customers have walked out on rather sizable bills.

After having tables walk out on you, you start to get a sense for the bad ones. This same scam had been pulled on me a few months prior. It is the end of the day. My last customers are three teen boys no older than sixteen.

We’ll have kids come in on their own occasionally, but I’m always suspicious because kids rarely tip well. With these three, the whole encounter makes me suspicious.

Me: “Hi, folks. Can I start you off with some coffee today?”

Kid #1 & #2: “Yeah, I’ll take some coffee.”

Kid #3: “I’ll take an orange juice.”

Me: “Small or large?”

Kid #3: “Large.”

Kids this age usually order water because it’s free.

Me: “All right, are we ready to order?”

Kid #1: “Yes.”

Me: “One check or split check?” 

Kid #1: “One check.”

Immediate suspicion. Kids almost always do separate checks because they rarely have a lot of money, let alone enough to cover three people.

Me: “All right, what can I get for you?”

Kid #1: “I’ll get [full-sized meal] with [specialty pancake] and a side of potatoes.”

Kid #2: “I’ll get [full-sized meal with a waffle] and a side of biscuits and gravy.”

Kid #3: “I’ll get [full-sized meal with a waffle].”

This is a suspicious amount of food for three KIDS, as each meal is $10 apiece and the sides are about $4.00 each. This is on top of the drinks. I put the order in but just have a really bad feeling.

In the back, I speak to the host.

Me: “Hey, [Host], will you keep an eye on [table]? Just to make sure that they actually pay the bill. Something about them makes me suspicious.”

Host: “Yeah, sure. I got it.”

I say the same to the hostess in the front. The food comes out and everything is going smoothly. All three kids are polite and [Kid #1] is very friendly.

Me: “Is there anything else I can get you?” 

Kid #1: “No, just the bill when you have a chance.”

I pull the check from my apron.

Me: “Here you go. Just take it to the front when you’re ready to pay.” 

I know I need to keep eyeing the table, just in case, but I have to run some dishes to the back. I look out of the kitchen and I see that [Kid #2] and [Kid #3] have already left the building and [Kid #1] has just gotten up to walk to the front.

[Kid #1] walks to the front, past the register, and out the door.

I turn to the hostess with a line of paying customers.

Me: “Did they pay?” 

The hostess just gives me a confused look. I walk back to the table to see the check is gone. I turn around to see the hostess, my heroine that day, is already standing out in front of the building. I watch as the kids walk into the parking lot, take a sharp ninety-degree turn and continue to move further and further away, all the while pretending like they don’t hear anything.

Hostess: *To the kids* “Were you going to pay for your food? Were you going to pay for your food? Hey, were you going to pay for your food? Oh, so you’re just going to just pretend like you don’t hear me?” 

Some elderly ladies standing out front decide to help get the kid’s attention. Eventually, all the shouting and attention forces [Kid #1] to turn around, looking guilty.

Kid #1: “Oh, I forgot to pay.”

He leaves his friends in the parking lot and walks back inside, straight to the table.

Kid #1: *To me* “I can’t find the check.”

Me: “I’ll go print you out a new one.”

I got him a new bill and kept an eye on him while he stood in line. By this point, my manager had also come to the front and stood by as the kid waited to pay. He left a $2.00 tip, but I wasn’t even angry because the other half of my tip was knowing that he got caught and was punished by having to pay the over-$50 bill.

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