A woman walks into the store and orders a Jr. Burger with cheese. No big deal, these take like two minutes tops for us to make. So, time passes, and she gets her Jr. Burger with cheese. The end? No, this isn't that kind of story. It goes on.
Bitch walks up to the counter and asks to see a manager. Well, at the time, there were no managers on duty, so lucky me, I got to play that part.
Me: (Hi!)
SB : stupid bitch
Me: What's the problem, ma'am?
SB: This burger is wrong.
Me: Oh. Is it not dressed right?
SB: It's burnt. Too burnt.
Me: Oh, ok, we'll have a new one out for you in just a minute.
This seems to appease her, so I have the cook make another one and this time, we pay special attention to the done-ness of her burger. After double checking the burger, we deem it serve-able and I bring it out to her.
About three minutes later, I see the idiot marching up to the counter.
Me: Hi, what can I do for you.
SB: You can tell that cook in there to learn how to cook a burger right.
Me: Well ma'am, we made sure that it wasn't over cooked.
SB: Well then it looks like both of you are incompetent.
Me: *glares* Excuse me? (gloves are off at this point)
SB: You heard me. Besides, this is the same patty as last time. You just made new buns and put new cheese on it.
Me: OK. That's interesting, seeing how I saw the cook put down a new burger as well as new buns, and use a new slice of cheese.
SB: Whatever, just give me my money back.
Me: *hands over $1.20*
SB: I'll be telling the store owner about how horribly I was served tonight. I know the owner. I talk to *HIM* a lot.
Me: That's strange, I always thought our owner was a woman. I guess the breasts threw me off a little.
SB: *surprised* I have never been spoken to that way by someone like you!
*walks out*
I get the whole "someone like you" routine a lot. Mostly because I have long hair and I'm a guy and a teenager. People have one of the two reactions to my appearance:
1. "OMG! You're hair is so preeeeeettttttyyyy!"
2. *glare*
Bitch walks up to the counter and asks to see a manager. Well, at the time, there were no managers on duty, so lucky me, I got to play that part.
Me: (Hi!)
SB : stupid bitch
Me: What's the problem, ma'am?
SB: This burger is wrong.
Me: Oh. Is it not dressed right?
SB: It's burnt. Too burnt.
Me: Oh, ok, we'll have a new one out for you in just a minute.
This seems to appease her, so I have the cook make another one and this time, we pay special attention to the done-ness of her burger. After double checking the burger, we deem it serve-able and I bring it out to her.
About three minutes later, I see the idiot marching up to the counter.
Me: Hi, what can I do for you.
SB: You can tell that cook in there to learn how to cook a burger right.
Me: Well ma'am, we made sure that it wasn't over cooked.
SB: Well then it looks like both of you are incompetent.
Me: *glares* Excuse me? (gloves are off at this point)
SB: You heard me. Besides, this is the same patty as last time. You just made new buns and put new cheese on it.
Me: OK. That's interesting, seeing how I saw the cook put down a new burger as well as new buns, and use a new slice of cheese.
SB: Whatever, just give me my money back.
Me: *hands over $1.20*
SB: I'll be telling the store owner about how horribly I was served tonight. I know the owner. I talk to *HIM* a lot.
Me: That's strange, I always thought our owner was a woman. I guess the breasts threw me off a little.
SB: *surprised* I have never been spoken to that way by someone like you!
*walks out*
I get the whole "someone like you" routine a lot. Mostly because I have long hair and I'm a guy and a teenager. People have one of the two reactions to my appearance:
1. "OMG! You're hair is so preeeeeettttttyyyy!"
2. *glare*
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