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Hi! I've posted a couple times before but not in a long time, and I've changed jobs since then also. I am a cook in a cafe/truckstop in a very VERY small town. It's fairly old and low-tech, so orders are hand-written and put up in the window between the kitchen and the dinning room. Every once in a while, a customer will come up to the window and talk to me about their order, which is not usally a problem. And then there was this guy...
We were fairly busy at the time, so I had six or seven tickets up. I'm working away, trying to get them out efficently. The first two tickets have things on them that take time, chicken fried steaks or hamburgers or something like that, so I put them on to cook and move on. the next two tickets are a chef salad and an order of biscuits and gravy, which is just putting them together and putting them out. I make those and move on to the next couple.
Right as I'm getting those down , I hear "Excuse me! Excuse me! Hey you!" behind me at the window. I look up, and there's this guy standing there, looking pissy. I'm hard of hearing and the kitchen is noisy, so at this point I just assume that he's been trying to get my attention for a while. I go over there and say politely," Can I help you?"
SC: "Yes you can tell me where the hell my food is!"
Me:
"Uhhhh..."
SC:" There are people out here who came in after us and have their food already!"
I ask him what he ordered, so I can find his ticket. He tells me, and his order is second in line, in front of where the salad and the biscuits were. He's with three or four other people, all of whom got dinners.
Me: " Your order is cooking, sir, it's going to be awhile till it's done."
SC: " But you made those people's food already, I want mine now!"
Me: " They ordered very simple, quick things I didn't have to cook. Yours will be done soon."
SC: " We were here first, we should have gotten our food first!" And he starts winding up into a full scale rant.
Now, I'm annoyed. I am the only cook on shift, and we're still busy during all of this, I don't have time to deal with him. So I reach up in front of his face and pull his ticket down and put it at the very end of the line.
SC: " What was that?"
Me: " You are now dead last. At this point you have two choices; you can either sit down and wait paitiently or you can keep ranting. If you sit down I will put you back where you were and you'll get your food as soon as it's done. Or you can keep ranting and you'll wait until I damn well get around to you. And that won't be any time soon.
SC:
Me: *Death Glare*
SC decides that discretion is the better part of valor and sits down. I put his ticket back, finish his order, send it out and carry on.
When I told the Bosslady about it later, she laughed and told me not to do that again.
Hi! I've posted a couple times before but not in a long time, and I've changed jobs since then also. I am a cook in a cafe/truckstop in a very VERY small town. It's fairly old and low-tech, so orders are hand-written and put up in the window between the kitchen and the dinning room. Every once in a while, a customer will come up to the window and talk to me about their order, which is not usally a problem. And then there was this guy...
We were fairly busy at the time, so I had six or seven tickets up. I'm working away, trying to get them out efficently. The first two tickets have things on them that take time, chicken fried steaks or hamburgers or something like that, so I put them on to cook and move on. the next two tickets are a chef salad and an order of biscuits and gravy, which is just putting them together and putting them out. I make those and move on to the next couple.
Right as I'm getting those down , I hear "Excuse me! Excuse me! Hey you!" behind me at the window. I look up, and there's this guy standing there, looking pissy. I'm hard of hearing and the kitchen is noisy, so at this point I just assume that he's been trying to get my attention for a while. I go over there and say politely," Can I help you?"
SC: "Yes you can tell me where the hell my food is!"
Me:
"Uhhhh..."SC:" There are people out here who came in after us and have their food already!"
I ask him what he ordered, so I can find his ticket. He tells me, and his order is second in line, in front of where the salad and the biscuits were. He's with three or four other people, all of whom got dinners.
Me: " Your order is cooking, sir, it's going to be awhile till it's done."
SC: " But you made those people's food already, I want mine now!"
Me: " They ordered very simple, quick things I didn't have to cook. Yours will be done soon."
SC: " We were here first, we should have gotten our food first!" And he starts winding up into a full scale rant.
Now, I'm annoyed. I am the only cook on shift, and we're still busy during all of this, I don't have time to deal with him. So I reach up in front of his face and pull his ticket down and put it at the very end of the line.
SC: " What was that?"
Me: " You are now dead last. At this point you have two choices; you can either sit down and wait paitiently or you can keep ranting. If you sit down I will put you back where you were and you'll get your food as soon as it's done. Or you can keep ranting and you'll wait until I damn well get around to you. And that won't be any time soon.
SC:
Me: *Death Glare*
SC decides that discretion is the better part of valor and sits down. I put his ticket back, finish his order, send it out and carry on.
When I told the Bosslady about it later, she laughed and told me not to do that again.
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