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This involves the customer from this thread http://www.customerssuck.com/board/s...ad.php?t=48744
I was opening the pub, and I was quite ahead of scheduel for once! Everything was organised and I found that I had everything ready a half hour before we opened! My co-worker who was working in the kitchen was in the same situation, so the two of us decided to have a cup of coffee while we waited for opening time to come along. We sat down, and were having a chat. Co-worker turned to me.
CW: Oh my God. Customersruinmylife, look.
I turn around, and see the old man from the thread above wandering around the garden! How he got in there is a mystery, because the iron gates were locked. He spotted us, and proceeded to press his face against the glass. I seriously felt like I was in a zoo. He tries the door. No luck. He waves at me. I yell through the door.
Me: We don't open for half an hour!
OM: I know, but I want in. I'm cold.
Me: Sorry, not for half an hour.
I turned around. Co-worker burst out laughing.
CW: Customersruinmylife, he just gave you the finger!
I look at OM. He is giving me quite possibly the most evil look I have ever seen a customer give me. He opens the gate and walks out the garden. About five minutes later, another co-worker turns up for her shift on the bar. I decide to let her in through a fire exit, as there are three other old men hanging around the door. I open the door and OM is stood at the fire exit.
OM: I want in! I'm cold!
Me: Not for twenty minutes!
I slammed the door. We spent the next 20 minutes with half a dozen old men glaring at us. OM, the ring leader, was quite clearly bitching about me to them, I saw him pointing at me several times. Opening time finally came, and I purposely opened 2 minutes late. I let them in, and then return to the bar to serve them. OM is bitching to another old man about me, quite clearly doing it so I could hear.
OM: Stood outside for 45 minutes in the cold...the management here are awful...they should let us in early...absolutely ridiculous...they have shitty little kids managing this place...he has no right to be a manager...
I decided to have some fun. I turned to co-worker.
Me: CW, do you believe that the other side of the bar is sound-proof?
CW:
Me: I mean...it must be! No one could possibly be THAT rude that they would talk about someone in such a manner. It's so rude, don't you think? He can't possibly think we can hear him!
CW starts chewing the inside of her mouth, she is trying so hard not to laugh.
OM: I heard that!
Me: Oh! So the bar isn't sound-proof then!
OM walked off, muttering about how much he hated me. I looked down the bar, and saw half a dozen, smelly old men, glaring at me.
Me: CW, I really am going to miss all the happy, smiling faces I have to serve when I leave!
CW: Customersruinmylife...you make me laugh so much...please don't leave!!
I was opening the pub, and I was quite ahead of scheduel for once! Everything was organised and I found that I had everything ready a half hour before we opened! My co-worker who was working in the kitchen was in the same situation, so the two of us decided to have a cup of coffee while we waited for opening time to come along. We sat down, and were having a chat. Co-worker turned to me.
CW: Oh my God. Customersruinmylife, look.
I turn around, and see the old man from the thread above wandering around the garden! How he got in there is a mystery, because the iron gates were locked. He spotted us, and proceeded to press his face against the glass. I seriously felt like I was in a zoo. He tries the door. No luck. He waves at me. I yell through the door.
Me: We don't open for half an hour!
OM: I know, but I want in. I'm cold.
Me: Sorry, not for half an hour.
I turned around. Co-worker burst out laughing.
CW: Customersruinmylife, he just gave you the finger!
I look at OM. He is giving me quite possibly the most evil look I have ever seen a customer give me. He opens the gate and walks out the garden. About five minutes later, another co-worker turns up for her shift on the bar. I decide to let her in through a fire exit, as there are three other old men hanging around the door. I open the door and OM is stood at the fire exit.
OM: I want in! I'm cold!
Me: Not for twenty minutes!
I slammed the door. We spent the next 20 minutes with half a dozen old men glaring at us. OM, the ring leader, was quite clearly bitching about me to them, I saw him pointing at me several times. Opening time finally came, and I purposely opened 2 minutes late. I let them in, and then return to the bar to serve them. OM is bitching to another old man about me, quite clearly doing it so I could hear.
OM: Stood outside for 45 minutes in the cold...the management here are awful...they should let us in early...absolutely ridiculous...they have shitty little kids managing this place...he has no right to be a manager...
I decided to have some fun. I turned to co-worker.
Me: CW, do you believe that the other side of the bar is sound-proof?
CW:
Me: I mean...it must be! No one could possibly be THAT rude that they would talk about someone in such a manner. It's so rude, don't you think? He can't possibly think we can hear him!
CW starts chewing the inside of her mouth, she is trying so hard not to laugh.
OM: I heard that!
Me: Oh! So the bar isn't sound-proof then!
OM walked off, muttering about how much he hated me. I looked down the bar, and saw half a dozen, smelly old men, glaring at me.
Me: CW, I really am going to miss all the happy, smiling faces I have to serve when I leave!
CW: Customersruinmylife...you make me laugh so much...please don't leave!!
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