Just remembered some stories.
Background:
We have these tasty little pretzel bites that are one of the most popular concession items. One fateful summers day we ran out, no pretzels in stock! So of course when people tried to order them we'd have to inform them. Reactions varied from sulking away to shocked.
Me: Malcontented Employee
RPL: Ridiculous pretzel lady
RPL:I'll have some super pretzels.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, we're out of stock.
RPL: What!? thats the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! That's ridiculous! *walks off in a huff*
Me: Yes, it sure is ridiculous that other people love pretzels. She must have a very dull life if us running out of pretzels is the most ridiculous thing she ever encountered.
Some other pretzel related incidents worth noting took place some time much later, when our pretzel freezers were bountiful.
These two girls came in, ordered pretzels, paid, commented about how great the pretzels are and thenleft the building. Apparently they just came in to buy overpriced pretzels... then again where else can you get soft pretzel bites made with love? and by love I mean slamming the bag against the counter to break apart the solid chunk of frozen-together-pretzels and then angrily shaking a generous helping of salt before forgetting them in the oven and almost letting them get burnt.
Every now and then a single small pretzel will fall off the tray and go unnoticed until the distinct smell of burnt something fills the lobby.
Manager over walkie: Miffed, are you burning a pretzel?
Me: *checking oven* Two of them!
MOW: ...
Not only do customers like the pretzel bites (now on known as PBs) but the employees do as well. So the leftover PBs that aren't enough to fill a tray completely are put into one and set in the warmer for us to have. Rules about eating behind concessions vary from manager to manager. Some prefer you to go into the kitchen if you are going to eat, the majority doesn't care as long as a customer doesn't see you.
Me: *looks around, takes PB from the employee stash*
Manager: *shouting as she walks across the lobby* I know you're not eating behind concessions!
Me: *desperately trying to swallow a dry pretzel that I put extra salt on* You're right!
Everybody got a kick out of that.
Background:
We have these tasty little pretzel bites that are one of the most popular concession items. One fateful summers day we ran out, no pretzels in stock! So of course when people tried to order them we'd have to inform them. Reactions varied from sulking away to shocked.
Me: Malcontented Employee
RPL: Ridiculous pretzel lady
RPL:I'll have some super pretzels.
Me: I'm sorry ma'am, we're out of stock.
RPL: What!? thats the most ridiculous thing I ever heard! That's ridiculous! *walks off in a huff*
Me: Yes, it sure is ridiculous that other people love pretzels. She must have a very dull life if us running out of pretzels is the most ridiculous thing she ever encountered.
Some other pretzel related incidents worth noting took place some time much later, when our pretzel freezers were bountiful.
These two girls came in, ordered pretzels, paid, commented about how great the pretzels are and thenleft the building. Apparently they just came in to buy overpriced pretzels... then again where else can you get soft pretzel bites made with love? and by love I mean slamming the bag against the counter to break apart the solid chunk of frozen-together-pretzels and then angrily shaking a generous helping of salt before forgetting them in the oven and almost letting them get burnt.
Every now and then a single small pretzel will fall off the tray and go unnoticed until the distinct smell of burnt something fills the lobby.
Manager over walkie: Miffed, are you burning a pretzel?
Me: *checking oven* Two of them!
MOW: ...
Not only do customers like the pretzel bites (now on known as PBs) but the employees do as well. So the leftover PBs that aren't enough to fill a tray completely are put into one and set in the warmer for us to have. Rules about eating behind concessions vary from manager to manager. Some prefer you to go into the kitchen if you are going to eat, the majority doesn't care as long as a customer doesn't see you.
Me: *looks around, takes PB from the employee stash*
Manager: *shouting as she walks across the lobby* I know you're not eating behind concessions!
Me: *desperately trying to swallow a dry pretzel that I put extra salt on* You're right!
Everybody got a kick out of that.
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