Been lurking for a while but I like to let things pass for a while before I write them down since if I can't remember it a week from now then it probably won't bother me much. This one however takes the cake. I work at a fast food place, thankfully not a golden arches but still not too much better. At the time I was the front cashier and was putting together all the orders for drive thru since I had no customers in the front line. This was a couple years ago so details are fuzzy but this is the basic gist of it.
Me: Obvious.
SW: Sucky Woman.
SW2: Sucky Woman's Sister
SWH: Sucky Woman's Husband. Nice guy actually.
SWH come walking in after parking to the side with a calm look on his face. I think nothing is so strange. Until I see SW fuming beside him with sandwich in hand.
SW: This is supposed to be with NO mayo and NO Onions! It has both! And where are the pickles! I wanted pickles on my sandwich!
Me: Not a problem ma'am. I'll have them make it for you right away. (I then call it back to the cooks to make it, they say something about already doing so, I just tell them to make it again assuming something got passed out wrong since the cashier on headset was kinda new.)
SWH: It's ok. Go sit in the car I'll bring it out for you ok?
SW: Check it this time! Make sure it's right! They never get my sandwich right here! How hard is it to give the right food! (She was ranting the entire time as her husband calmed her down and then got her to go out to her car. I smile politely to him and he rolls his eyes, apparently used to it from her.)
SW2: I can't believe this. My sandwich is wrong too! (Said as she basicly throws it over the counter at me after storming in. ) This is supposed to be No Pickles! And where is the Mayo and onion!
Me: Um... you mean... The one that the other lady just brought in that was No pickles? This one is No mayo no onion....
SC2: (Instantly realizes what happened and starts yelling at me) I DON'T CARE I WANT MY SANDWICH AND YOU WILL MAKE IT FOR ME! (and storms out.)
SCH: My wife is pregnant I'm sorry. Her sister on the other hand... Is just a bitch. (Rolling his eyes and shaking his head with a smile on his face. At this point I'm smiling and chuckling over the big deal they just made, when they just needed to hand each other the sandwiches they were holding.)
Me: Well... I hope things get better. Here's your food. (At this point I just had both sandwiches remade so they would be happy. I felt kinda bad for the guy for having to put up with all of that.)
Me: Obvious.
SW: Sucky Woman.
SW2: Sucky Woman's Sister
SWH: Sucky Woman's Husband. Nice guy actually.
SWH come walking in after parking to the side with a calm look on his face. I think nothing is so strange. Until I see SW fuming beside him with sandwich in hand.
SW: This is supposed to be with NO mayo and NO Onions! It has both! And where are the pickles! I wanted pickles on my sandwich!
Me: Not a problem ma'am. I'll have them make it for you right away. (I then call it back to the cooks to make it, they say something about already doing so, I just tell them to make it again assuming something got passed out wrong since the cashier on headset was kinda new.)
SWH: It's ok. Go sit in the car I'll bring it out for you ok?
SW: Check it this time! Make sure it's right! They never get my sandwich right here! How hard is it to give the right food! (She was ranting the entire time as her husband calmed her down and then got her to go out to her car. I smile politely to him and he rolls his eyes, apparently used to it from her.)
SW2: I can't believe this. My sandwich is wrong too! (Said as she basicly throws it over the counter at me after storming in. ) This is supposed to be No Pickles! And where is the Mayo and onion!
Me: Um... you mean... The one that the other lady just brought in that was No pickles? This one is No mayo no onion....
SC2: (Instantly realizes what happened and starts yelling at me) I DON'T CARE I WANT MY SANDWICH AND YOU WILL MAKE IT FOR ME! (and storms out.)
SCH: My wife is pregnant I'm sorry. Her sister on the other hand... Is just a bitch. (Rolling his eyes and shaking his head with a smile on his face. At this point I'm smiling and chuckling over the big deal they just made, when they just needed to hand each other the sandwiches they were holding.)
Me: Well... I hope things get better. Here's your food. (At this point I just had both sandwiches remade so they would be happy. I felt kinda bad for the guy for having to put up with all of that.)
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