Argh. What a day. We had a new delivery driver, and he got completely lost. I was constantly getting phone calls asking for directions. I don't know if it was me giving bad directions or just him having a bad sense of direction, but he kept ending up FURTHER away from the bar rather than getting closer.
So, because of this, we ran out of A LOT. There was very little left on the menu. But hey. Monday morning, the slowest day of the week, no ones gonna care right?
Wrong.
SC: Ooo, I think I'll have the lasagne.
Me: I'm sorry, but we have a very limited menu today (I give her one I made myself) Our delivery hasn't shown up yet and we have very little left.
SC: Fine. I'll have the minestrone soup.
Me: OK, I'll sort that out for you. Again, I'm sorry about that.
SC: Fine.
She wandered off to sit next to her friend. She then started having a conversation...very loudly.
SC: I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE! EVERY DAY IT'S SOMETHING ELSE...SOMEONE'S SICK...DELIVERY HASN'T SHOWN UP...THERE'S A REPAIR GUY IN...ALWAYS SOMETHING ELSE!
She got her soup. A co-worker comes up to me.
CW: *sighs* That lady wants to see the manager.
Me: Argh. OK I'll be right over.
I go over.
SC: What is going on here!? I wanted lasagne!
Me: As I said, our delivery hasn't shown up yet. It should have been here hours ago...
SC: I wanted lasagne! You can't give me what I want!
Her friend was nodding in agreement.
SC: I come in here EVERY SINGLE DAY...and every time I do, something goes wrong. This place is going down hill.
I had never seen her before in my life.
Me: I would like to help you more, but I did explain the situation before you ordered your meal. Yet you still chose to order.
SC: That's because I didn't want to go somewhere else! It's a rip off in all the other bars you know!
Ahhh...so she's cheap.
Me: Well, like I said, there is nothing more I can do for you.
SC: I...AM...DISGUSTED. COMPLETELY...DISGUSTED.
Me: OK, well, all I can do is apologize, but this couldn't be helped. Now, if you will excuse me, there are some meals waiting to go out.
SC: I'm not finished with you! I have been in the restaraunt business for 25 years young man! You should be listening to me!
I was confused...what advice was she giving me exactly?
SC: I know how to run a business like this! And I would be doing a better job than you! Believe me young man, by the time I am through with this place, you won't have a bar left to salvage!
Me: You do that then.
What's she gonna do? Burn the place down?
I left them to it. I was too tired to deal with them, plus other customers were shaking their heads at her.
So, because of this, we ran out of A LOT. There was very little left on the menu. But hey. Monday morning, the slowest day of the week, no ones gonna care right?
Wrong.
SC: Ooo, I think I'll have the lasagne.
Me: I'm sorry, but we have a very limited menu today (I give her one I made myself) Our delivery hasn't shown up yet and we have very little left.
SC: Fine. I'll have the minestrone soup.
Me: OK, I'll sort that out for you. Again, I'm sorry about that.
SC: Fine.
She wandered off to sit next to her friend. She then started having a conversation...very loudly.
SC: I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS PLACE! EVERY DAY IT'S SOMETHING ELSE...SOMEONE'S SICK...DELIVERY HASN'T SHOWN UP...THERE'S A REPAIR GUY IN...ALWAYS SOMETHING ELSE!
She got her soup. A co-worker comes up to me.
CW: *sighs* That lady wants to see the manager.
Me: Argh. OK I'll be right over.
I go over.
SC: What is going on here!? I wanted lasagne!
Me: As I said, our delivery hasn't shown up yet. It should have been here hours ago...
SC: I wanted lasagne! You can't give me what I want!
Her friend was nodding in agreement.
SC: I come in here EVERY SINGLE DAY...and every time I do, something goes wrong. This place is going down hill.
I had never seen her before in my life.
Me: I would like to help you more, but I did explain the situation before you ordered your meal. Yet you still chose to order.
SC: That's because I didn't want to go somewhere else! It's a rip off in all the other bars you know!
Ahhh...so she's cheap.
Me: Well, like I said, there is nothing more I can do for you.
SC: I...AM...DISGUSTED. COMPLETELY...DISGUSTED.
Me: OK, well, all I can do is apologize, but this couldn't be helped. Now, if you will excuse me, there are some meals waiting to go out.
SC: I'm not finished with you! I have been in the restaraunt business for 25 years young man! You should be listening to me!
I was confused...what advice was she giving me exactly?
SC: I know how to run a business like this! And I would be doing a better job than you! Believe me young man, by the time I am through with this place, you won't have a bar left to salvage!
Me: You do that then.
What's she gonna do? Burn the place down?
I left them to it. I was too tired to deal with them, plus other customers were shaking their heads at her.
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