At Mickey D's, we have daily specials, in which you get a sandwich of the day and large fries for the bargain price of $2.72 (I don't know if they do this everywhere, but it's definitely at my store). Anyway, Friday was Filet-O-Fish (yuck) day, and this elderly customer comes to my counter.
EC: Elderly customer
Me: (curtsies grandly to audience
EC: I'd like today's special, but instead of fries, could you substitute a side salad.
Me: I'm sorry, sir, we can't do that.
EC: Why?
Me: We just can't, the fries come with the special. You can order a fish sandwich by itself and a salad separately.
EC: What? I mean... I'm a senior citizen! I'm in here 3 or 4 times a week, can't you give me something?!
Me: (screaming on the inside, but maintaining sweetly professional veneer) Would you like me to ask someone?
EC: Yes, please!!
I ask my bitch of a manager when she's right in front of him, and for once she does the right thing and says no, we can't substitute a salad for fries. Old man reluctantly agrees to this, since a side salad and a fish sandwich cost almost a dollar more than the daily special. Not as sucky as he could have been, but an SC is an SC is an SC...
You know something? I'm convinced people live to ripe old ages not because of rich, healthy lifestyles, but so they can demand to be rewarded for not dying. Big fucking whoop! You didn't die, aren't you special?? And you're a regular? So what, you have no life! I used to be a regular at this clothing store I loved, but I didn't go around demanding free stuff or discounts! Hell, I was actually a little embarassed for going there so often because the salespeople probably thought I was a desperately lonely person with too much money to spend!
EC: Elderly customer
Me: (curtsies grandly to audience
EC: I'd like today's special, but instead of fries, could you substitute a side salad.
Me: I'm sorry, sir, we can't do that.
EC: Why?
Me: We just can't, the fries come with the special. You can order a fish sandwich by itself and a salad separately.
EC: What? I mean... I'm a senior citizen! I'm in here 3 or 4 times a week, can't you give me something?!
Me: (screaming on the inside, but maintaining sweetly professional veneer) Would you like me to ask someone?
EC: Yes, please!!
I ask my bitch of a manager when she's right in front of him, and for once she does the right thing and says no, we can't substitute a salad for fries. Old man reluctantly agrees to this, since a side salad and a fish sandwich cost almost a dollar more than the daily special. Not as sucky as he could have been, but an SC is an SC is an SC...
You know something? I'm convinced people live to ripe old ages not because of rich, healthy lifestyles, but so they can demand to be rewarded for not dying. Big fucking whoop! You didn't die, aren't you special?? And you're a regular? So what, you have no life! I used to be a regular at this clothing store I loved, but I didn't go around demanding free stuff or discounts! Hell, I was actually a little embarassed for going there so often because the salespeople probably thought I was a desperately lonely person with too much money to spend!
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