"You're Useless!" & Others

[Akasa]

*Eye twitch*

I probably might have smacked it out of her hand if she'd done that to me.

I'll never understand some people.

Shove anything in my face and it gets slapped away. The plate probably would have gone flying if that was me.

[malmalthekiller]

So it was quite the weekend. Here's some highlights.


Just as a rush starts up, I'm halfway done with another student's sandwich when this small white plate gets shoved into my face. There's a pile of peanut butter, a pile of jelly, and two pieces of white bread.

*Eye twitch*

I probably might have smacked it out of her hand if she'd done that to me.

I'll never understand some people.

[chinashirtgirl]

I can't believe that stupid bitch went to all the trouble to get the pb and j on the plate and then couldn't do the two second task of putting it together because it was "your" job. These are the kind of people who would be slave owners today if they could, I'm serious. I'm glad neither you nor your manager caved to her but I wish someone had thrown the plate at her or just kicked her "special" ass out of there on the grounds that she's too entitled to live.

[Aethian]

Bulkies are thick oversized rolls, like hamburger buns on steroids or something. A tad smaller than hoagies.

OOOOoooohhh I make those on my pizza stone. Have a Uncle who requests them for fishing trips.

And COOKIE...YAY.

[Broomjockey]

And BJ...what KIND?

Cheese comes in kinds?

[Nashida]

Bulkies are thick oversized rolls, like hamburger buns on steroids or something. A tad smaller than hoagies.

And yes, Aethian and Broomjockey were right. It was indeed from the Zelda cartoon. That was my therapy session after my shift today. *owns the whole series on DVD* Here's your cookies.

And BJ...what KIND?

[Aethian]

Wait...what are bulkies? Like thick oversized rolls?

[Snowbird]

Wait....How?

We serve wheat bulkies at the deli on a regular basis. White ones aren't put out unless we don't have subrolls.

SC: Can I get <order> on a white bulkie?
Me: We have wheat bulkies. Or white sub rolls.
SC: No white bulkies?
Me: Nope.
SC: You are racist. *walks off*

That gave me an ice cream headache. Sooo funny and then my brain, it hurt!

[Aethian]

No No No I agree with Broom that it's Link. I even have proof!

[BookstoreEscapee]

Since when is wheat a race?

[Pagan]

Excu-u-u-se Me, Princess

(cookie to whomever gets above reference)

Darn. I always go for the more obscure answer. Is it too late to change?

Actually, I was thinking Lone Star from "Spaceballs"!

[Broomjockey]

Han Solo? *wants a cookie*

Darn. I always go for the more obscure answer. Is it too late to change?

[Aisling]

Han Solo? *wants a cookie*

That last lady, with the little girl, is going to have a very demanding brat in a year or two. Take solace in that.

[Broomjockey]

Excu-u-u-se Me, Princess

Oh! OH! OH!OH!OHOHOH! PICK ME! PICK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's Link's line from the Legend of Zelda cartoon shown originally during the Super Mario Bros. Super Show as an occassional break from the Marios! I still use the line!



Also, can I have cheese?

[Nashida]

So it was quite the weekend. Here's some highlights.

You're Useless!

SC: *rattles off sandwich order +cheese*
Me: What kind of cheese would you like?
SC: Cheese.
Me: I heard that, but what kind would you like?
SC: *huffy sigh* I said Cheese.
Me: We've gone over that already. What kind? We have..
SC: I said CHEESE!
Me: But what ki-
SC: You're so USELESS! *storms off*

Seriously? There's no wrong answer, but if you leave the line blank you will lose credit for it.


Wait....How?

We serve wheat bulkies at the deli on a regular basis. White ones aren't put out unless we don't have subrolls.

SC: Can I get <order> on a white bulkie?
Me: We have wheat bulkies. Or white sub rolls.
SC: No white bulkies?
Me: Nope.
SC: You are racist. *walks off*


Excu-u-u-se Me, Princess

(cookie to whomever gets above reference)

We've closed for the night and we're cleaning up. I'm going around wiping tables down when this girl comes up and presses her face against the gate, scowling at me. She wants to know if we're still serving food.

Now, we close at 6:30 on weekends. It was now 7:00. So of course the answer's no.

The floodgates opened. WHARFLAGBLLHBVFYHHJGELEVENTY WHY AREN'T YOU OPEN! I'm going to starve! You people are so hateful! Wait 'till I tell my daddy about you!

Freshmen.


No! It Doesn't Work Like That!

There was a show this weekend by the Hilltop Players, a drama club this week. So everyone and their grandma was here to see the show. And all of them came down to nab something to eat beforehand.

I had jumped into the deli to cover a CW while she took her break. I'm making quick business of the orders and feeling pretty happy about my speed.

A 50-something creature that I'm assuming was female ( and must've played Professor Umbridge in the HP movies) asks me if I can make a peanut-butter and jelly sandwich for her daughter. I peek over and see a 3-4 year old girl, face covered in freckles. Cute.

Unfortunately, our deli is stocked with meat, cheese, and veggies. Peanut butter and jelly is next to the toaster. She can mae her own sandwich. I can't. I politely explain that I don't have what I needed to make one for her, and pointed out the toaster area.

Her face sucked itself in. "You mean I have to do it MYSELF?! That's YOUR job!" She storms off, dragging the child with her (poor kid). I hope that's the last of her. It's not.

Just as a rush starts up, I'm halfway done with another student's sandwich when this small white plate gets shoved into my face. There's a pile of peanut butter, a pile of jelly, and two pieces of white bread.

Yep. She's 90% of the way there and she just cut off a line of 7 students to see if I'll make it now. She shakes the plate to get my attention, but I ignore and start the next student's order. Because they were actually IN LINE.

"Excuse ME!!" she croaks, loud enough so Bornea could've heard her. My boss hears her, and comes over to investigate. I can hear her 3-4 year old girl yelping "I want pea butt sammich!"

My boss sees the plate she's tried to force into my hands and goes "Oh, you've GOT to be shittin' me." When she tries to say that it's my job, he shoos her away so I can do my real job: taking care of the line that's now formed.

She'd still glare at me from her table.


And those're just the highlights. I'll post more tomorrow. Right now I'm regretting that my campus is a dry one.