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Now, I have an unrelated aunt. She has a dad. He is NOTORIOUS throughout the tri-county area for being a jerk. He will be called UAD.
He came in with my aunt's mom, and I waved hi at them, asked how they were. They stared at me, he snubbed me with a nose in the air routine, and walked on. Never said a word to myself, or Manager D (MD) about what he wanted on the pizza buffet, and that night, I was the buffet manager.
About thirty people come and go, and I see him standing at the edge of the bar, trying to look down at MD and lean on him at the same time.
UAD: Its ridiculous really, just how do you not put out an italian pizza?
MD: Do you mean the italian sausage pizza? Its the only pizza we have with that name.
UAD: Obviously, you should call it the italian. Its too long a word to use on such a small little item. I can't even begin to eat anything but that. (Nevermind the 12 plates of everything else he had)
MD: Well, sir, if you just ask our buffet manager, or someone at the--
UAD: I shouldn't have to. I come here so often.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.. he blathers on about how he could get corporate to run us down for not bowing to his demands, and how his business associates are looking for someone to take over, and how our big boss (owner of this franchise store) would cave like a child.
And then had the nerve to offer a position at one of his "partner's stores."
OI! Nevermind me standing there, listening to this whole thing with a =_= look at him. This guy is banned from having a business liscence or even partnering because of all the money laundering he did.
I took great enjoyment out of laughing at him to his face.
Plus, we had two whole italian sausages go out while he was there. And you can't miss my loud-voice when I call it out, either.
He came in with my aunt's mom, and I waved hi at them, asked how they were. They stared at me, he snubbed me with a nose in the air routine, and walked on. Never said a word to myself, or Manager D (MD) about what he wanted on the pizza buffet, and that night, I was the buffet manager.
About thirty people come and go, and I see him standing at the edge of the bar, trying to look down at MD and lean on him at the same time.
UAD: Its ridiculous really, just how do you not put out an italian pizza?
MD: Do you mean the italian sausage pizza? Its the only pizza we have with that name.
UAD: Obviously, you should call it the italian. Its too long a word to use on such a small little item. I can't even begin to eat anything but that. (Nevermind the 12 plates of everything else he had)
MD: Well, sir, if you just ask our buffet manager, or someone at the--
UAD: I shouldn't have to. I come here so often.
BLAAAAAAAAAAAAAH.. he blathers on about how he could get corporate to run us down for not bowing to his demands, and how his business associates are looking for someone to take over, and how our big boss (owner of this franchise store) would cave like a child.
And then had the nerve to offer a position at one of his "partner's stores."
OI! Nevermind me standing there, listening to this whole thing with a =_= look at him. This guy is banned from having a business liscence or even partnering because of all the money laundering he did.
I took great enjoyment out of laughing at him to his face.
Plus, we had two whole italian sausages go out while he was there. And you can't miss my loud-voice when I call it out, either.
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