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The amount of bullshit I had to go through today was insanely ridiculous that deserves its own venting post.
1. Three guys came in, one stood at the register pointing his finger at me:
- Chinese?
Like, what the fuck bro, that's just plain racist and ignorant at best. How rude can one be especially you're your own kind dude. Couldn't even finish a whole sentence?
2. A phone order and asked if they could have the sauce as well. I said no problem then they said they wanted extra. I again said sure, that'd cost you extra, would that be okay with you? They were like, um NO? A big offensive NO that I could feel through the phone. They continue, why do I have to pay for it? Lmao, bruh.
They came to pick up and I rang them up. They had the audacity to say:
- I can't believe I ordered this much and you only give me this much sauce.
I looked at their silly face. Um, child, you're a grown up, you have your badge clipped on. It clearly says on the fucking menu that extra sauce costs fucking extra. What part of it you don't understand?
3. We open at 8, they came at 7.30. Wasn't my problem, wasn't my store. So, I just went on doing what was in my job description. They somehow looked annoyed that I was taking my sweet time. Um, why the hell not right? After I prepped everything and was ready to take their order.
- Can I get abc and xyz.
Paused to think.
- Can I also get qwe and rty.
Paused to imagine a menu in their little head.
- Er, sir, we have a menu just on your right.
They, again, like many other customers who think they know what they do that most of the cases, they don't, looked at me like I'm stupid.
- Yeah yeah I know. Quiet.
Lmao. At this point I just lost. Dude, if you know there's a menu, just look at the goddamn menu and order. Why do you have to stare blankly and try to recall the dishes? There are other people waiting for their turns, man.
4. A couple walked in, the guy came to pick up the food tray back to their table.
- Hey, can we get extra sauce, I really like the sauce.
- Sure, it'll be 25 cents for each. How many do you want?
- What?
- Er, like how many extra?
- Why does it cost extra?
Asdfghjkl, people, I don't make the rules. I don't make the sauce. I don't make the call. Can you just either pay the money, or just sit back and eat the food? Also, it's a quarter extra. Like, if you "really like the sauce", I trust you can spare a buck mate. Jesus Christ.
5. A party of nine came in. One guy walked to me:
- What do you have?
Bitch, what do you mean?
- We have a menu on the screen in front and one at the register, sir. Let me know if you have any question.
- No, I want you to tell me.
Er, I think the fuck not? What are you? Think you're Mr. President or what? But, I proceeded to make him happy because customers are always right. Lmao. Fact is I wanted him to get out of here fast. Yuck.
6. It's early in the morning. A man came in. He was jokingly saying ice-breakers when he saw another customer putting trash in the trash can.
- Hey, you guys should get a bigger trash can.
I half-jokingly answered.
- If you could buy one and gift one to us that would be great, ha. ha. ha.
I swear to god, if one can get offended from that one sentence, like what the fuck? Then, he saw the owner came in, he then went nuts on me of how I talked back to him, how rude I was, how I didn't know what I was doing. Like telling mom his toy got taken away. Mind you, he was in his 60s. But the thing that irked me was that he twisted all my words. He said and I quote, "that bitch said if I want one so bad, give her the fucking money."
At that point, I looked at him in the eyes and asked.
- Are you sure that was what I said?
Of course he didn't look at me, of course he went on babbling, of course he thought, if he was the one expressing anger, he would be the one who was in the right. Um, no? It only makes you like a dickhead with a superiority complex okay?
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