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I was in a previous place of employment, yesterday. It's a fast food restraunt that serves a lot of roast beef sandwiches (rhymes with Darby's). Anyway, they have three kinds of shakes there, Vanilla, Chocolate and Jamocha. This jerk comes up to my friend, Marie, and slams his milkshake down on the counter and screams, "I WANTED JAMOCHA! I HAVE BEEN UP HERE TWICE ALREADY AND I PAID SIX DOLLARS AND I WANT A JAMOCHA!!!!" Marie, of course, apologized and got him a Jamocha. The problem was, he had a Jamocha shake already, you can tell by what color it is. I suppose he can't taste it very well, or he just wanted a free refill.
She comes to take my order, and while this guy is glaring at her I slam my fist down on the counter, "I WANT A CHICKEN CLUB SALAD!" I figured, hey, I don't work here anymore so whatever. He turns his glare to me and says, "You can make fun of me all you want, why don't you try coming up here twice for a wrong order!" I replied, "Sir, you can yell and scream all you want, you will still look like an asshole. Why don't you try working here? What you think you're the only person here in line? And I have news for you, you did have a Jamocha. It isn't their fault if you can't taste it."
He settled down after that and went back to his seat. Five seconds later he's back up front, demanding to see a manager. he slams his newest Jamocha shake on the counter and orders her to taste it. She was absolutely repulsed. He demanded again that he wanted Jamocha and the staff kept giving him Vanilla. She offered to put more syrup in it for him and that seemed to satisfy him.
It just felt really good to tell off a sucky customer. Although, it didn't do any good. There's just no reasoning with those types of people.
She comes to take my order, and while this guy is glaring at her I slam my fist down on the counter, "I WANT A CHICKEN CLUB SALAD!" I figured, hey, I don't work here anymore so whatever. He turns his glare to me and says, "You can make fun of me all you want, why don't you try coming up here twice for a wrong order!" I replied, "Sir, you can yell and scream all you want, you will still look like an asshole. Why don't you try working here? What you think you're the only person here in line? And I have news for you, you did have a Jamocha. It isn't their fault if you can't taste it."
He settled down after that and went back to his seat. Five seconds later he's back up front, demanding to see a manager. he slams his newest Jamocha shake on the counter and orders her to taste it. She was absolutely repulsed. He demanded again that he wanted Jamocha and the staff kept giving him Vanilla. She offered to put more syrup in it for him and that seemed to satisfy him.
It just felt really good to tell off a sucky customer. Although, it didn't do any good. There's just no reasoning with those types of people.
Anyway, glad you got to actually speak your mind to the 
. Bet you've wanted to do that a whole lot of times while you were behind the counter.
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