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What A Basket-Case, Part 2

, , , , | Right | August 26, 2020

The store I work for has stopped putting out their shopping baskets for customers to use for sanitation reasons. In this specific instance, I’m watching the self-checkout robots when a customer walks in looking for the baskets.

Customer: “Hi. Do you know where your baskets are?”

Me: “Hi! The baskets were too hard and time-consuming to properly sanitize, so we put them away. You’re welcome to use a sanitized cart, instead. Sorry about the inconvenience!”

Customer: *Pause* “So, what am I supposed to use, then?”

Me: “We have sanitized carts in the lobby, or I’m happy to send someone to grab a smaller cart from the parking lot and sanitize it for you to use!”

The customer stormed into the lobby and grabbed one of the carts normally used by customers with kids, mumbling about how “ridiculous” it was the entire time. I guess some people are intent on not getting their way!

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My, Aren’t We Feeling Entitled Today?, Part 2

, , , , , , | Right | August 26, 2020

Customer: “I’d like three chicken tenders and a half-pound of potato wedges.”

Me: “All righty.”

I pack the tenders into a Styrofoam tray and put a price tag on it. Then, I get another tray to put the wedges in.

Customer: “You can put them in the same box.”

Me: “No, actually, I can’t. They’re different prices.”

Customer: “But I don’t want to carry around two of these big things!”

Me: “Sorry, but these are the only containers we have right now, ma’am.”

Customer: “I don’t get why you can’t put them in the same box. There’s room in there!”

Me: “Because chicken tenders are $6.99 and potato wedges are $3.99. They have to be packaged separately unless you get the lunch combo.”

Customer: “So just put them both in there and charge $3.99 for the whole thing!”

Me: “I can’t do that.”

Customer: “Are you refusing to serve me?!

Me: “If I did what you asked, I’d be putting my job in trouble.”

Customer: “So what? I don’t care if you get fired. Your job is to do what the customer wants! And I want you to put those in the same box and use the cheap price!”

Me: “Well, if I get fired, then I have no means by which to do what the customer wants. Besides, if our company did that for everyone, we’d lose a lot of money.”

Customer: “Then don’t do it for everyone; just do it for me, you idiot! No one else matters, and they’re all going to be dead soon anyway!”

Me: “Uh… What?”

Customer: “Our Lord has chosen Donald Trump as his instrument of destruction, and the streets will run red with the blood of subhuman vermin and filth! As it should be! Then I won’t have to listen to this, ‘Oh, if I do it for you I have to do it for everyone’ s***!”

Me: “I’m going to have to get my manager.”

Customer: “Keep your s***ty food, you r****d! Have fun going out of business!”

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Has No Problem Espresso-ing Herself, Part 8

, , , | Right | August 26, 2020

I’m meeting a friend at a local coffee shop. She’s in her sixties, grey-haired, slim, and nicely dressed. She looks like someone’s grandmother, or maybe a retired schoolteacher. We get our coffees and go sit down and start catching up.

The next customer begins yelling at the barista for getting his coffee wrong. After listening to him berate the poor kid for a minute or two, my friend speaks up. She’s a retired marine and she knows how to make her voice project.

Friend: “Sir? Excuse me? May I ask you a question?”

Customer: *Irritated* “Yeah, what?”

Friend: *Speaking clearly and calmly* “How small does your d**k have to be to make a sixteen-year-old girl cry over a god-d***ed cup of coffee?”

Everyone in the store can hear her, and a couple of people laugh. The man glares at her for a moment and then stomps out of the shop. My friend turns back to me, smiling sweetly.

Friend: “Where were we? Oh, yes… How’s your mamma and them?”

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Sorry, Story Author, Did You Say Something?

, , , , , , | Working | August 26, 2020

I am the assistant manager at a smaller restaurant. I am the youngest employee and female, but I’m also one of the most senior employees and was promoted for busting my a** for almost three years.

One of my employees has been here for less than a year, and is an older male, over twice my age. While I don’t quite like him for personal reasons, I’m very good at not letting that affect how I treat my coworkers and employees. Unfortunately, I have repeatedly had issues with this employee, even when he first started. I’m pretty sure he has issues taking orders from a young woman, but who knows. Regardless, he frequently undermines me, refuses my orders, or ignores me entirely. He is actually fairly decent at his job, though — when he actually does it — and even more unfortunately, he is almost impressively good at brown-nosing and kissing a**, so he is more or less allowed to do whatever the h*** he wants by all higher-ups. I make a semi-compromise with this by basically trying to let him be as much as I can. But, as these things go, I sometimes have to, ya know, communicate with my employees.

We recently cut back on some shipments, as business has been slow. One of the things we cut is going from getting deliveries of our microfiber towels twice a week to once a week, which is entirely fine, but it means we have to be slightly more conservative in our towel usage until we reaccustom ourselves or get busier. This employee, apparently, didn’t listen to the meeting we had the morning before where this was explained and I see him taking a sanitizer bucket with FOUR towels to clean a small, already mostly clean lobby.

Me: “Hey, [Employee], why are there four towels in here?”

Employee: *Snarkily* “Because there’s four of them!”

Me: *After a pause* “Okay, but just so you know—”

Employee: “[My Name], it’s fine; just take one.”

Me: “What? No, I just wanted to—”

Employee: “[My Name], I already told you its okay!”

Me: “No, [Employee], I needed to tell—”

Employee: “[My Name], I don’t understand why this is such a big deal! I already told you you could take a towel.”

Me: “But—”

Employee: “There are even towels in the back! Why do you have to make such a big deal of this?”

I say this louder than normal, but nowhere near yelling.

Me: “[Employee]! Listen to me.”

He just stops and stares at me before smirking.

Employee: “Ooooh, you yelled at me in front of customers.”

He turns and walks away, completely ignoring all attempts at communication on my end, and goes directly to the office where my general manager is working. He proceeds to b**** and complain about how “disrespectful” I am and how my manager needs to “teach me some manners,” and he says that I’m “screaming at him in front of customers.”

My patience is running thin, and I try to interject to tell my side of the story, but he cuts me off every time with a hand-wave, saying, “I’m not done yet!”

By the time he’s done with his little rant, I am almost shaking in anger. He leaves, giving me a smug smirk, and I take a moment to compose myself.

I fully explain the situation, complete with me NOT yelling, only slightly raising my voice, and his complete dismissal of me, briefly mentioning that this is a pattern — which my GM is aware of.

General Manager: “All right, but you have to stop making such a big deal over little things. [Employee] knows what he’s doing; just leave him to it.”

Me: “I’m trying, but I need him to at least listen to me, and I would like it if you and everyone else stopped automatically taking his side for things.”

General Manager: “I’m not taking his side in anything, but you need to stop yelling at him and let him work.”

I’m thinking, “You are literally taking his side. Right now. Over the assistant manager that YOU promoted.”

Me: “I’ll try. Could you at least ask him to listen to me instead of interrupting? I just want to have a conversation.”

General Manager: “Yeah, sure.”

I think I need a new job.

Getting Down And Dirty About Pricing

, , , , , , | Right | August 26, 2020

I was working at a farmer’s market. The vendor next to me was selling carrots for $1 a bag — pretty good price, excellent produce. A customer whined, “[Big Box Low-Price Grocery Store] has them for $0.79!”

[Vendor] looked him in the eye and said, “I crawled on my hands and knees in the mud to harvest these. They’re a dollar!”

The customer meekly paid and took the bag of carrots.