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First, a foreword. This is my first post on the new forums, and since I'm no longer in retail, I don't have much for good stories of my own experiences. But, since I used to be a retail slave for six years, I know a SC when I see one. But, I digress, allow me to give you my sighting from today.
So, I'm off today. I deside to go to Jack in the Box for some lunch. Seeing as though it's right across the street from me, it's a typical lunchtime destination on days like today (nothing in the house to eat, all by myself, just got paid). So, I head over there and there's some lady standing at the counter. Apparently, she had just ordered as I got in line behind her and she requested a small soda. Well, demanded, but that was to be expected.
So, they get her a small cup and ring it up. She immediately starts to complain about being charged the buck and a quarter.
SC: Ugh, you're gonna charge me for this?
All I could think to myself is "Yeah, lady, surprisingly enough you have to pay for your goods." She did pay and proceeded to turn to me and ask if I had a couple of bucks. Honestly, I didn't, but I probably wouldn't part with them anyway. After what happened next, I'm very glad I didn't have any cash.
So, she departs to fill up her coke. I hear her muttering to the other customer filling up his drink as I'm ordering mine. Too busy paying attention to get any of it, but I have to assume it was regarding the ever-so-expensive soda. So, I place my order, pay by debit (see? no cash.), and proceed to fill up my drink. As I'm waiting, the lady gets her order. This is where the fun starts.
SC: "This doesn't smell right."
Manager: "What's wrong with the smell, ma'am?"
SC: "It doesn't smell right."
M: "It's fresh, we just made it."
SC: "I don't like the smell. It doesn't smell right. I want my money back."
Before I continue, let me just say, I'm sure there was nothing wrong with it. It looked like it was a couple of hash browns, but I wasn't really paying attention to that. But anyway, at this point, the manager was kind of irritated because she didn't seem to be one of those kinds of people who would take BS from anyone, but allowed her to return the food and get her money back. She also made it sorta clear that the Manager would remember her, and perhaps not serve her in the future. Then again, after what happened next, I'm positive.
SC: (After receiving her change) I want all my change.
M: "Ma'am, you have your change."
SC: "This is four dollars!"
M: "Ma'am, we charged you for the soda." (Which, yes, she had elected to keep, but I guess the Manager was just clarifying.)
SC: "But I want my change."
M: "Ma'am, I--"
SC: "MA'AM!!!"
Yes. That's right. This crazy SC screamed "MA'AM" rather loudly. And here's the good part.
SC: "I'll call the police!"
M: "The police? Go ahead and call them."
The crazy lady finally left, still muttering about lord knows what, and the Manager lady was muttering to herself, too. When she looked back at the counter, I couldn't help but comment.
Me: "I'm sure they smelled fine."
M: "Man, I know. Must be schitzo or something."
So, I got my food and left happily. Everything smelled file, and as I passed the lady at the bus stop on my way back home, she was complaining to someone else about something else, but I just ignored it.
So, not a great story - not a war story, for sure - but perhaps a good one. Anyone else have any more SC sightings in fast-food places? I like reading all of 'em.
So, I'm off today. I deside to go to Jack in the Box for some lunch. Seeing as though it's right across the street from me, it's a typical lunchtime destination on days like today (nothing in the house to eat, all by myself, just got paid). So, I head over there and there's some lady standing at the counter. Apparently, she had just ordered as I got in line behind her and she requested a small soda. Well, demanded, but that was to be expected.
So, they get her a small cup and ring it up. She immediately starts to complain about being charged the buck and a quarter.
SC: Ugh, you're gonna charge me for this?
All I could think to myself is "Yeah, lady, surprisingly enough you have to pay for your goods." She did pay and proceeded to turn to me and ask if I had a couple of bucks. Honestly, I didn't, but I probably wouldn't part with them anyway. After what happened next, I'm very glad I didn't have any cash.
So, she departs to fill up her coke. I hear her muttering to the other customer filling up his drink as I'm ordering mine. Too busy paying attention to get any of it, but I have to assume it was regarding the ever-so-expensive soda. So, I place my order, pay by debit (see? no cash.), and proceed to fill up my drink. As I'm waiting, the lady gets her order. This is where the fun starts.
SC: "This doesn't smell right."
Manager: "What's wrong with the smell, ma'am?"
SC: "It doesn't smell right."
M: "It's fresh, we just made it."
SC: "I don't like the smell. It doesn't smell right. I want my money back."
Before I continue, let me just say, I'm sure there was nothing wrong with it. It looked like it was a couple of hash browns, but I wasn't really paying attention to that. But anyway, at this point, the manager was kind of irritated because she didn't seem to be one of those kinds of people who would take BS from anyone, but allowed her to return the food and get her money back. She also made it sorta clear that the Manager would remember her, and perhaps not serve her in the future. Then again, after what happened next, I'm positive.
SC: (After receiving her change) I want all my change.
M: "Ma'am, you have your change."
SC: "This is four dollars!"
M: "Ma'am, we charged you for the soda." (Which, yes, she had elected to keep, but I guess the Manager was just clarifying.)
SC: "But I want my change."
M: "Ma'am, I--"
SC: "MA'AM!!!"
Yes. That's right. This crazy SC screamed "MA'AM" rather loudly. And here's the good part.
SC: "I'll call the police!"
M: "The police? Go ahead and call them."
The crazy lady finally left, still muttering about lord knows what, and the Manager lady was muttering to herself, too. When she looked back at the counter, I couldn't help but comment.
Me: "I'm sure they smelled fine."
M: "Man, I know. Must be schitzo or something."
So, I got my food and left happily. Everything smelled file, and as I passed the lady at the bus stop on my way back home, she was complaining to someone else about something else, but I just ignored it.
So, not a great story - not a war story, for sure - but perhaps a good one. Anyone else have any more SC sightings in fast-food places? I like reading all of 'em.
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