Yesterday my company had an impromptu coupon special--a $2 medium drink. It states on the coupon that you must print it and bring it in, or show us the email on your phone. One offer per person. I, and my team, have been told this means people have to have some form of the coupon--they can't just have heard about it. And, it's one drink per coupon. This leads to the same arguments with customers every damn time.
Three teenage girls walk in, one comes to the counter.
T1: Are you guys still doing the $2 drink?
Me: Yup, if you have the coupon.
T1: Oh.... one second....
She turns to her two friends, and they speak in hushed tones for about five minutes. They come back to me and hold up one phone.
T2: Here, we have it now!
Me: Okay, sure, but we can only do one drink per coupon.
T2: *cat butt face* But it saaaaaaaaaaaaays one per peeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrsoooooon.....
Me: Right, that means ONE drink per person holding ONE coupon.
Sure, I was being a hard ass about it, but they were being little shitheads. They left in a huff.
This other confrontation had me fuming. A family of four Russian-speaking people come in. I ring them up for four drinks. The mother shoves her phone in my face.
M: I have coupon.
Me: Ok, great, but it is only good for one drink.
M: What?!?
The father, a really chill and nice guy, tells her in Russian what I can only assume to be, it's okay, don't worry about it. (They have lots of money based on their car, clothes and the dad's watch). He nods and says OK and hands me his card. But the mother isn't having any of it. They walk over to wait for their drinks, and her finger is flying on her phone. We're in the middle of a crazy rush at that point, and this woman wants to take the time to argue semantics with me.
M: *waving her phone in my face, as I'm making drinks* It says one per person!!!!
Me: Right, that means ONE drink per person with ONE coupon. (The system won't let us ring in multiple coupons)
M: I want to see the manager on duty!!!!
Me: *suppressing a grin* I AM the manager on duty.
She keeps waving her phone, but I just walk away before I give her a major piece of my fury. As I'm at the other bar, she demands my coworker give her my name. She does, and apologizes, saying that we are simply following policy. The family sat in the store for a while, the father and kids looking somewhat embarrassed of their hyper mom.
I know I was in the right, and I did the best I could given the situation, but I refused to engage in a semantics battle with someone whose first language isn't even English. That's an automatic win for me.
I wonder if corporate will hear from her about me... *shrug*
Three teenage girls walk in, one comes to the counter.
T1: Are you guys still doing the $2 drink?
Me: Yup, if you have the coupon.
T1: Oh.... one second....
She turns to her two friends, and they speak in hushed tones for about five minutes. They come back to me and hold up one phone.
T2: Here, we have it now!
Me: Okay, sure, but we can only do one drink per coupon.
T2: *cat butt face* But it saaaaaaaaaaaaays one per peeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrsoooooon.....
Me: Right, that means ONE drink per person holding ONE coupon.
Sure, I was being a hard ass about it, but they were being little shitheads. They left in a huff.
This other confrontation had me fuming. A family of four Russian-speaking people come in. I ring them up for four drinks. The mother shoves her phone in my face.
M: I have coupon.
Me: Ok, great, but it is only good for one drink.
M: What?!?
The father, a really chill and nice guy, tells her in Russian what I can only assume to be, it's okay, don't worry about it. (They have lots of money based on their car, clothes and the dad's watch). He nods and says OK and hands me his card. But the mother isn't having any of it. They walk over to wait for their drinks, and her finger is flying on her phone. We're in the middle of a crazy rush at that point, and this woman wants to take the time to argue semantics with me.
M: *waving her phone in my face, as I'm making drinks* It says one per person!!!!
Me: Right, that means ONE drink per person with ONE coupon. (The system won't let us ring in multiple coupons)
M: I want to see the manager on duty!!!!
Me: *suppressing a grin* I AM the manager on duty.
She keeps waving her phone, but I just walk away before I give her a major piece of my fury. As I'm at the other bar, she demands my coworker give her my name. She does, and apologizes, saying that we are simply following policy. The family sat in the store for a while, the father and kids looking somewhat embarrassed of their hyper mom.
I know I was in the right, and I did the best I could given the situation, but I refused to engage in a semantics battle with someone whose first language isn't even English. That's an automatic win for me.
I wonder if corporate will hear from her about me... *shrug*
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