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To Preface: I've worked at a custard stand for 6 years. This story comes from my coworker, Kim, whom I was working with the day this happened.
Sidenote: We sell hand-packed custard in pints, quarts, and half gallons. When you buy at least one, you receive a blue pint card. Once you collect eight cards, you can turn them in for a free pint.
The Scene: After lunchtime. Fairly slow. We have just about finished up our chores for the day and were just concerned with customers now.
The Characters:
Kim: Coworker
PCB: Pint Card Bitch
The Story:
So PCB drives up to drive thru and orders a few pints and quarts (not sure on exact number, but let's just say it was about 2 pints and 3 quarts for the sake of this conversation). So as I am busy helping customers up front, Kim goes, packs them herself, puts them all in a bag along with one pint card, and hands them out the window.
(Conversation is approximate from what she told me)
PCB: *glancing in bag* Did you put a blue card in here?
Kim: Yes I did. It's at the bottom of the bag.
PCB: How many did I get?
Kim: You get one.
PCB: Well how come I didn't get 5? I ordered 5 things! I should get 5 cards!
Kim: No, we only give out one card.
PCB: *rants and raves about how she should get one for every pint/quart*
Kim: *repeats that we only give one card*
PCB: *snotty* Well then, I'll just drive around and buy only one pint every time.
(Sidenote: Why would anyone want to waste their time like that? Drive thru gets SUPERBUSY, stretching ten cars on a slow night!)
Kim: We would remember you and not give you one.
PCB: *rant rant rant bitch bitch bitch*
To shut her up and make her go away (as a line in forming in drive thru and people get impatient waiting), hands her the pint cards and the lady leaves.
Apparently, she came back a few days later, again pulling the same bullshit, but I don't believe that worker caved as Kim did.
Sidenote: We sell hand-packed custard in pints, quarts, and half gallons. When you buy at least one, you receive a blue pint card. Once you collect eight cards, you can turn them in for a free pint.
The Scene: After lunchtime. Fairly slow. We have just about finished up our chores for the day and were just concerned with customers now.
The Characters:
Kim: Coworker
PCB: Pint Card Bitch
The Story:
So PCB drives up to drive thru and orders a few pints and quarts (not sure on exact number, but let's just say it was about 2 pints and 3 quarts for the sake of this conversation). So as I am busy helping customers up front, Kim goes, packs them herself, puts them all in a bag along with one pint card, and hands them out the window.
(Conversation is approximate from what she told me)
PCB: *glancing in bag* Did you put a blue card in here?
Kim: Yes I did. It's at the bottom of the bag.
PCB: How many did I get?
Kim: You get one.
PCB: Well how come I didn't get 5? I ordered 5 things! I should get 5 cards!
Kim: No, we only give out one card.
PCB: *rants and raves about how she should get one for every pint/quart*
Kim: *repeats that we only give one card*
PCB: *snotty* Well then, I'll just drive around and buy only one pint every time.
(Sidenote: Why would anyone want to waste their time like that? Drive thru gets SUPERBUSY, stretching ten cars on a slow night!)
Kim: We would remember you and not give you one.
PCB: *rant rant rant bitch bitch bitch*
To shut her up and make her go away (as a line in forming in drive thru and people get impatient waiting), hands her the pint cards and the lady leaves.
Apparently, she came back a few days later, again pulling the same bullshit, but I don't believe that worker caved as Kim did.
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