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A few from tonight that really made my blood boil...
The Ultimate EW...
A guy comes in and orders $10.78 worth of food. He pulls out his wallet and pulls out all his bills; two $10's and a $20. He puts the $10 on the counter and searches for change. He manages to scrape together a grand total of 6 cents.
EW: I don't have enough change.
Me: Ok. Did you want to use the other $10? Or the $20?
EW: Well, here's the thing. I don't want to break any of my big bills over a bit of change. Can't you just let it slide?
Me: Considering the change is almost a dollar, no. I can't do that. My drawer will be short.
EW: *points to the coin game* I'll take the rest out of there.
Note: The coin game is always locked up and chained to the counter so no one can take it. All the money in the container goes to charity.
Me: No, you can't do that.
EW: Why not? *snotty*
Me: Because that money is for charity. You can't just take it.
EW: I'm sure they won't miss 78 cents. No one will care.
Me: The underprivelaged teens that can't graduate will care. I will care. My boss will care. My manager will care.
EW: C'mon! It's 78 friggen pennies!
Me: Either way, I don't have the key for it.
EW: Get one then.
Me: I can't. No one in this store has a key.
EW: Well then, who does?!
Me: Once a month, someone from the charity comes to collect the coins. He has a key. No one else. He comes, unlocks it, emptys it, locks it and leaves.
EW: *grumblegrumble* Fiinnneee..... *gives me a $20*
Asshats Galore!! (language warning)
It was an hour to close when 4 teens walked in. Let me introduce them:
EW- thinks he is the most handsome man in existance and as such, deserves free things and the undying love of all women.
DF- AKA, Dick Face; Absent minded, rude and irritating; Does things just to be an ass.
F1- stupid friend #1; Not special, just irritating.
F2- same as F1.
So thay all come up to order.
EW: *flirts and flexes his muscles*
Me: *ignores*
EW: *smiles and plays with his hair*
Me: *ignores*
EW: *wiggles his eyebrows and poses over the counter*
Me: Here's your reciept, sir. *straight faced*
EW: Hey baby, mind handing me a large cup?
Me: Ok. That will be $1.79.
EW: Ohnono. I just want to get water. You trust me, don't you? *flirty smile*
Me: No. $1.79 please.
EW: How 'bout a medium babe.
Me: Ok. $1.59.
EW: *grumblegrumble*bitch*grumble*
DF: *laughing with friends*
Me: What can I get for you?
DF: *yelling to friends across the room*
Me: .....sir?
DF: *laughing*
Me: HEY!
DF: Huh? What?
Me: Order please.
DF: Two 5 layer burritos.
Me: Anything else?
DF: *mouthing something to friends*
Me: Hello?
DF: *chuckles*
Me: SIR!
DF: What? Huh?
Me: Is that it?
DF: Oh, yeah.
Me: $2.10.
DF: *same as before*
Me: $2.10 PLEASE!!
DF: Huh? How much?
Me: $2.10...
DF: *pays*.
Me: Here's your reciept.
DF: *gives friends the finger*
Me: HEY! RECIEPT!
DF: Oh....*snatches*
The other 2 order normally and they all go eat in the corner while being loud and obnoxious talking about; bitches, fighting, kicking ass, gangsters, drinking, smoking, parties, sex, how tough they are, how good looking they are, who's the toughest/coolest/sexiest/best playa'. Then, they decide to keep bouncing up to the counter to get more and more food, causing me to have to stop cleaning to take their order yet again. I was trying to get ready to close down the dining room.
I was actually ahead of schedule. I had both restrooms cleaned up, everything stocked, the windows spotless, the tables wiped, trays cleaned, and 3/4 of the store swept. I emptied and scrubbed out one set of trash cans and turned them to the wall so no one would throw trash in them. So they wouldn't have any excuses, I walked over and told them not to throw trash in those cans. They said they wouldn't. Now, all I had to do was sweep 1/4 of the floor, clean their table and trays, empty the other cans and mop up.
45 minutes after they arrived, they walked over to the correct trash cans and began to empty their trays. F1 and F2 did so properly. EW didn't have anything when I saw him. DF pushed the door to the trash open, looked at me, smiled, then fucking sprinted asross the room, yanked the other cans away from the wall, dumped his trash in there, chucked his tray at a table then ran back to his friends laughing "HUHUHUH"!
F1: Dude! No!
F2: Don't! Ah, shit!
EW: HUHUHUHUH! You badass man!
DF: Huh huh huh!
Me: Are you fucking serious?!!
Yep...I dropped the F-bomb...at work. Probably not the best word choice, but I snapped and that was the first phrase my mind picked....oops....
DF took one look at me and sprinted out the door with his asshat friends close behind. Right away, I went back and told a manager what happened. Apparently, this isn't the first time they did this so my manager permabanned DF and EW and said she was going to alert all the other closing cashiers not to serve them. I went out to see what else they did. EW left his trash at the table like I'm his damn maid or something. There was trash, crumbs, food, sauce and pop all over that corner. The garbage cans I just scrubbed out now had globs of sauce and food all over the inside and dripping down the front. In the restroom, someone got shit all over the toilet seat and soap all over the sink. I was fuming. I gave my manager the update on the disaster they left me. Yep...they are so permabanned.
More EW's
Just before I left, the phone rang.
Me: (city) Taco Bell.
EW: Is a manager there?
Me: Yes.
EW: Well, can I talk to them or not?!
Me: Sure. One moment please. Here Tina, she sounds like she's pissed.
Tina: Hello?
Tina: Ok..... Yes, I remember that order.
Tina: It's limit 2 per person, mam.
Tina: The order taker didn't ask how many people were in the car.
Tina: Well, after she said she could only have 2, the driver flipped out and sped off.
Tina: If you come back tonight I will gladly fix this for you.
Tina: Ok.
Tina: Alright then.
Tina: It's 1-800-TACO-BELL.
Tina: Yes...yes....ok....bye.
Me: What was that all about?
Tina: Her daughter came through and wanted 8 of the 99cent nach supremes(they are on sale this week) and flipped out when CW said she could only have 2 for 99cents. She said we should give her daughter what she asked for because her daughter is poor and she can't afford the full price nacho supremes. I offered to give her 4 for 99cents if she came up tonight, but she flipped out and demanded the number fot headquarters.
If you are that poor, just get 2 nacho supremes and then 6 other 99cent items. It's not rocket science and you don't have to go all EW on us.
*end rant*
The Ultimate EW...
A guy comes in and orders $10.78 worth of food. He pulls out his wallet and pulls out all his bills; two $10's and a $20. He puts the $10 on the counter and searches for change. He manages to scrape together a grand total of 6 cents.
EW: I don't have enough change.
Me: Ok. Did you want to use the other $10? Or the $20?
EW: Well, here's the thing. I don't want to break any of my big bills over a bit of change. Can't you just let it slide?
Me: Considering the change is almost a dollar, no. I can't do that. My drawer will be short.
EW: *points to the coin game* I'll take the rest out of there.
Note: The coin game is always locked up and chained to the counter so no one can take it. All the money in the container goes to charity.
Me: No, you can't do that.
EW: Why not? *snotty*
Me: Because that money is for charity. You can't just take it.
EW: I'm sure they won't miss 78 cents. No one will care.
Me: The underprivelaged teens that can't graduate will care. I will care. My boss will care. My manager will care.
EW: C'mon! It's 78 friggen pennies!
Me: Either way, I don't have the key for it.
EW: Get one then.
Me: I can't. No one in this store has a key.
EW: Well then, who does?!
Me: Once a month, someone from the charity comes to collect the coins. He has a key. No one else. He comes, unlocks it, emptys it, locks it and leaves.
EW: *grumblegrumble* Fiinnneee..... *gives me a $20*
Asshats Galore!! (language warning)
It was an hour to close when 4 teens walked in. Let me introduce them:
EW- thinks he is the most handsome man in existance and as such, deserves free things and the undying love of all women.
DF- AKA, Dick Face; Absent minded, rude and irritating; Does things just to be an ass.
F1- stupid friend #1; Not special, just irritating.
F2- same as F1.
So thay all come up to order.
EW: *flirts and flexes his muscles*
Me: *ignores*
EW: *smiles and plays with his hair*
Me: *ignores*
EW: *wiggles his eyebrows and poses over the counter*
Me: Here's your reciept, sir. *straight faced*
EW: Hey baby, mind handing me a large cup?
Me: Ok. That will be $1.79.
EW: Ohnono. I just want to get water. You trust me, don't you? *flirty smile*
Me: No. $1.79 please.
EW: How 'bout a medium babe.
Me: Ok. $1.59.
EW: *grumblegrumble*bitch*grumble*
DF: *laughing with friends*
Me: What can I get for you?
DF: *yelling to friends across the room*
Me: .....sir?
DF: *laughing*
Me: HEY!
DF: Huh? What?
Me: Order please.
DF: Two 5 layer burritos.
Me: Anything else?
DF: *mouthing something to friends*
Me: Hello?
DF: *chuckles*
Me: SIR!
DF: What? Huh?
Me: Is that it?
DF: Oh, yeah.
Me: $2.10.
DF: *same as before*
Me: $2.10 PLEASE!!
DF: Huh? How much?
Me: $2.10...
DF: *pays*.
Me: Here's your reciept.
DF: *gives friends the finger*
Me: HEY! RECIEPT!
DF: Oh....*snatches*
The other 2 order normally and they all go eat in the corner while being loud and obnoxious talking about; bitches, fighting, kicking ass, gangsters, drinking, smoking, parties, sex, how tough they are, how good looking they are, who's the toughest/coolest/sexiest/best playa'. Then, they decide to keep bouncing up to the counter to get more and more food, causing me to have to stop cleaning to take their order yet again. I was trying to get ready to close down the dining room.
I was actually ahead of schedule. I had both restrooms cleaned up, everything stocked, the windows spotless, the tables wiped, trays cleaned, and 3/4 of the store swept. I emptied and scrubbed out one set of trash cans and turned them to the wall so no one would throw trash in them. So they wouldn't have any excuses, I walked over and told them not to throw trash in those cans. They said they wouldn't. Now, all I had to do was sweep 1/4 of the floor, clean their table and trays, empty the other cans and mop up.
45 minutes after they arrived, they walked over to the correct trash cans and began to empty their trays. F1 and F2 did so properly. EW didn't have anything when I saw him. DF pushed the door to the trash open, looked at me, smiled, then fucking sprinted asross the room, yanked the other cans away from the wall, dumped his trash in there, chucked his tray at a table then ran back to his friends laughing "HUHUHUH"!
F1: Dude! No!
F2: Don't! Ah, shit!
EW: HUHUHUHUH! You badass man!
DF: Huh huh huh!
Me: Are you fucking serious?!!
Yep...I dropped the F-bomb...at work. Probably not the best word choice, but I snapped and that was the first phrase my mind picked....oops....
DF took one look at me and sprinted out the door with his asshat friends close behind. Right away, I went back and told a manager what happened. Apparently, this isn't the first time they did this so my manager permabanned DF and EW and said she was going to alert all the other closing cashiers not to serve them. I went out to see what else they did. EW left his trash at the table like I'm his damn maid or something. There was trash, crumbs, food, sauce and pop all over that corner. The garbage cans I just scrubbed out now had globs of sauce and food all over the inside and dripping down the front. In the restroom, someone got shit all over the toilet seat and soap all over the sink. I was fuming. I gave my manager the update on the disaster they left me. Yep...they are so permabanned.
More EW's
Just before I left, the phone rang.
Me: (city) Taco Bell.
EW: Is a manager there?
Me: Yes.
EW: Well, can I talk to them or not?!
Me: Sure. One moment please. Here Tina, she sounds like she's pissed.
Tina: Hello?
Tina: Ok..... Yes, I remember that order.
Tina: It's limit 2 per person, mam.
Tina: The order taker didn't ask how many people were in the car.
Tina: Well, after she said she could only have 2, the driver flipped out and sped off.
Tina: If you come back tonight I will gladly fix this for you.
Tina: Ok.
Tina: Alright then.
Tina: It's 1-800-TACO-BELL.
Tina: Yes...yes....ok....bye.
Me: What was that all about?
Tina: Her daughter came through and wanted 8 of the 99cent nach supremes(they are on sale this week) and flipped out when CW said she could only have 2 for 99cents. She said we should give her daughter what she asked for because her daughter is poor and she can't afford the full price nacho supremes. I offered to give her 4 for 99cents if she came up tonight, but she flipped out and demanded the number fot headquarters.
If you are that poor, just get 2 nacho supremes and then 6 other 99cent items. It's not rocket science and you don't have to go all EW on us.
*end rant*
May you get the chance to tell them this to their faces, preferably in front of most of your fellow workers!
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