Probably the weirdest and one of the suckiest people I've ever dealt with. A kid about 12 comes up and orders his meal. Easy right? You'd think so. He comes stomping back up with a distorted look on his face. I really think that I can handle a simple order, but apparently I need to take more mind-reading lessons.
Me: Ready to lunge
FN: Fuck-Nut
Me: What seems to be the problem?
FN: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!!!!
Me: I assure you, I have no idea.
FN: I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING CHEESE MELTED YOU FUCK-UP!!!
Me: (He's 12 and he sounds like my father) Okay, one second. *Tells cook to make a new one without the cheese melted* Here you are.
FN: Burn in hell.
Well then, I can say that I was a little shocked, my manager was speechless, and the cooks were laughing their asses off. God bless those cooks for making everything a little funnier, since they made fun of the kid for the rest of the night. I wish I could tell you that the story was over, but no, it's not. HE COMES BACK!!!!!
Me: Oh god, what now?
Mgr: I'll be in the back.
Me: Thanks.
FN: YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!
Me: *Trying not to laugh at that* What seems to be the problem?
FN: I WANT MY PICKLES MICROWAVED!!!!!!
From that day forward, for fun we used to put pickles in the microwave. I can't say I was offended by what he was yelling, just shocked. I hate to see what his parents do to the poor people at the grocery store.
Me: Ready to lunge
FN: Fuck-Nut
Me: What seems to be the problem?
FN: YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE PROBLEM IS!!!!
Me: I assure you, I have no idea.
FN: I DON'T WANT THE FUCKING CHEESE MELTED YOU FUCK-UP!!!
Me: (He's 12 and he sounds like my father) Okay, one second. *Tells cook to make a new one without the cheese melted* Here you are.
FN: Burn in hell.
Well then, I can say that I was a little shocked, my manager was speechless, and the cooks were laughing their asses off. God bless those cooks for making everything a little funnier, since they made fun of the kid for the rest of the night. I wish I could tell you that the story was over, but no, it's not. HE COMES BACK!!!!!
Me: Oh god, what now?
Mgr: I'll be in the back.
Me: Thanks.
FN: YOUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!
Me: *Trying not to laugh at that* What seems to be the problem?
FN: I WANT MY PICKLES MICROWAVED!!!!!!
From that day forward, for fun we used to put pickles in the microwave. I can't say I was offended by what he was yelling, just shocked. I hate to see what his parents do to the poor people at the grocery store.


As you are getting stabbed to death? I know customer service people are supposed to take abuse, but how does it even make business sense to serve such people, nevermind sane HR policy? Surely they are terrifying other customers; what happens when some poor innocent accidentally bumps into Deranged Psycho? Why would you want such loose cannons in your store?! (I hate having to use this reasoning, though. Why isn't the safety and mental health of employees enough of a reason?
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