Today, I was in back for the most part and got to be the one who sits back and enjoys the show. My stomach has been hurting somethin fierce and I don't have the willpower to deal with costomers. Luckily, all the managers understood this and kept me in back (Mr Dave said I looked like I was going to kill someone).
Someone has an attitude problem...
CW: What can I get for you?
SC: I want a double steak stuffed taco.
CW: I'm sorry?
SC: A double steak stuffed taco.
CW: A steak taco with extra steak?
SC: No, a double steak stuffed taco.
CW: Do you want a grilled stuffed steak burrito?
SC: Nooooo. A double steak stuffed taco!
CW: Do you want a steak soft taco with extra steak?
SC: NO! A DOUBLE STEAK STUFFED TACO!!!!
CW: Do you want the grilled stuffed steak burrito, the triple steak burrito, the steak soft taco with extra steak?
SC: *huffs* Noooooo!!!! A DOUBLE! STUFFED! STEAK! TACCOOOO!!!!111!!!!
CW: Ok, how about this *punches in steak taco plus steak*
SC: YES! THAT'S what I wanted!!!
CW: Ok, anything else?
SC: No.
CW: $x.xx second window.
CW later told me what happened at the window.
SC: Is it really that hard to understand what a steak soft taco with extra steak is? *snotty*
CW: Well, when you say it like that, no. When you say "double steak stuffed taco" it's difficult because we have nothing on the menu by that name.
SC: It's your JOB to know what I mean!
CW: Actually, it's my job to know the menu items. You can call it whatever you want, but don't expect me to know what you are talking about.
SC: Ah-humph!
The Jerk
CW: Hi, how ar
SC: Meximelt and a plain bean burrito.
CW: O-kaayyyy... *punches in a meximelt and a bean burrito*
SC: I SAID PLAAIIINNN!!!!!
CW: What is plain?
SC: PLLLAAAIINNNNN!!!!!
CW: Plain as in regular, plain as in beans and cheese, plain as in onl
SC: PLLLAAAIINNNNN!!!!!
CW: Ok. You are getting a bean burrito with only beans. You better hope that's what you wanted.
Luckily, it was what he ment. But I hate when people do that because "plain" means different things to different people. Example: A plain soft taco could be just beef, only meat and cheese, or the regular meat, cheese and lettuce taco. We don't let out customers say "plain".
Don't ask questions?
CW: Is that it?
SC: Yes.
CW: Would you like anything to drink with that?
SC: *huffy* Noooo.
CW: And is your order correct on the screen?
SC: *snotty* YES!!!
CW: Now, listen honey. I'm just doing my job. There's no need to take that tone with me.
SC: Uhh......
I love CW
Deja Vu?
One of my coworkers forgot about my belly pain and decided to tickle me causing me to double over. I was clutching the table to keep me up and was hacking and heaving because of the muscle spasms.
SC: Don't you dare throw up on my food!
Me: (Wtf dude, I'm nowhere NEAR your food)
SC: Go home if you're sick. It's not like what you do is important.
Me: I'm not sick. I have cramps and I just got tickled.
SC: Sure you did.
Me: Fine, don't believe me.
SC: Oh, I won't.
Me: *back to work*
SC: Are you going home?
Me: *ignore*
SC: Go home.
Me: *ignooorreee*
SC: Why aren't you leaving?
Me: *ig-nooorreeee*
SC: Real mature!
Me: *is it getting chilly in here?*
SC: I hope you get fired.
Me: *icicles are forming*
SC: Whatever. IIIII'm leaving!
Me: *ok, have fun*
Someone has an attitude problem...
CW: What can I get for you?
SC: I want a double steak stuffed taco.
CW: I'm sorry?
SC: A double steak stuffed taco.
CW: A steak taco with extra steak?
SC: No, a double steak stuffed taco.
CW: Do you want a grilled stuffed steak burrito?
SC: Nooooo. A double steak stuffed taco!
CW: Do you want a steak soft taco with extra steak?
SC: NO! A DOUBLE STEAK STUFFED TACO!!!!
CW: Do you want the grilled stuffed steak burrito, the triple steak burrito, the steak soft taco with extra steak?
SC: *huffs* Noooooo!!!! A DOUBLE! STUFFED! STEAK! TACCOOOO!!!!111!!!!
CW: Ok, how about this *punches in steak taco plus steak*
SC: YES! THAT'S what I wanted!!!
CW: Ok, anything else?
SC: No.
CW: $x.xx second window.
CW later told me what happened at the window.
SC: Is it really that hard to understand what a steak soft taco with extra steak is? *snotty*
CW: Well, when you say it like that, no. When you say "double steak stuffed taco" it's difficult because we have nothing on the menu by that name.
SC: It's your JOB to know what I mean!
CW: Actually, it's my job to know the menu items. You can call it whatever you want, but don't expect me to know what you are talking about.
SC: Ah-humph!
The Jerk
CW: Hi, how ar
SC: Meximelt and a plain bean burrito.
CW: O-kaayyyy... *punches in a meximelt and a bean burrito*
SC: I SAID PLAAIIINNN!!!!!
CW: What is plain?
SC: PLLLAAAIINNNNN!!!!!
CW: Plain as in regular, plain as in beans and cheese, plain as in onl
SC: PLLLAAAIINNNNN!!!!!
CW: Ok. You are getting a bean burrito with only beans. You better hope that's what you wanted.
Luckily, it was what he ment. But I hate when people do that because "plain" means different things to different people. Example: A plain soft taco could be just beef, only meat and cheese, or the regular meat, cheese and lettuce taco. We don't let out customers say "plain".
Don't ask questions?
CW: Is that it?
SC: Yes.
CW: Would you like anything to drink with that?
SC: *huffy* Noooo.
CW: And is your order correct on the screen?
SC: *snotty* YES!!!
CW: Now, listen honey. I'm just doing my job. There's no need to take that tone with me.
SC: Uhh......
I love CW

Deja Vu?
One of my coworkers forgot about my belly pain and decided to tickle me causing me to double over. I was clutching the table to keep me up and was hacking and heaving because of the muscle spasms.
SC: Don't you dare throw up on my food!
Me: (Wtf dude, I'm nowhere NEAR your food)
SC: Go home if you're sick. It's not like what you do is important.
Me: I'm not sick. I have cramps and I just got tickled.
SC: Sure you did.
Me: Fine, don't believe me.
SC: Oh, I won't.
Me: *back to work*
SC: Are you going home?
Me: *ignore*
SC: Go home.
Me: *ignooorreee*
SC: Why aren't you leaving?
Me: *ig-nooorreeee*
SC: Real mature!
Me: *is it getting chilly in here?*
SC: I hope you get fired.
Me: *icicles are forming*
SC: Whatever. IIIII'm leaving!
Me: *ok, have fun*

and the people in the next car over were pretty much screaming at their guy ... they ordered off the damned board and they still were bitching that the guy inside took the wrong order. Hubby bitched them out and yelled across at their car that they ordered by the numbers off the damned board and that seems to have been what got delivered to the car and they needed to shut up so everybody else in the area could enjoy their lunches. [we were in Max's car, a lovely old caddy convertible so we could hear every charming word out of the jerks mouths.
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