This happened on Dec. 23rd, one of the busiest days at my coffee shop (since we're only open for a few hours on Christmas Eve). It was late morning, and we had not gone to the bank yet. Needless to say, we were running tight on small bills and change.
I had just arrived at work and hopped on the drive thru register. Ten minutes later, my drawer had been wiped out of all $5's and $10's. I ran back to the safe to grab more, and took all we had left (there wasn't much).
Two customers later on drive....
This lady annoyed us all immediately, barking out four complicated drinks in quick succession--that's a lot of buttons to push, and she had the nerve to be bitchy when my CW couldn't remember it all.
A few minutes later, she arrived at my window, paying with a $20.
Oh, but it didn't stop there. She proceeds to hand me another $20.
SC: Give me two tens for this.
Me: *taking the $20 and popping my drawer open just to appease her* I'm sorry, but I actually don't have any $10's.
SC: *immediately pissy* Well give me four $5's then!
Me: I'm very sorry, but I actually don't have the change to spare.
Cue the catbutt face combined with the "are you shitting me" gaping mouth.
SC: You mean you can't walk up to the front registers and ask them?!?
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we are running extremely low on change right now.
SC: I WANT TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER!
Me: I am the manager on duty. (I really was)
SC: I COME HERE ALL THE TIME!!!!
Me: I understand that, and I am sorry, but I simply cannot give you change today. If I had it, I would give you some, but I simply do not have it.
SC: *mumbles angrily*
I had to endure her angry glares for another two minutes, as my CW's made her four drinks. As I handed her last one out, I smiled and wished her a nice day! I should have said Merry Christmas with a snide grin, but oh well.
What. A. Bitch.
Is it such a life and death situation to be forced to carry a $20 bill in your wallet? We're a coffee shop, not a bank!
Sidenote: I used to be a bank teller. I was sorely tempted to say she missed my change-making service by about four years.
I had just arrived at work and hopped on the drive thru register. Ten minutes later, my drawer had been wiped out of all $5's and $10's. I ran back to the safe to grab more, and took all we had left (there wasn't much).
Two customers later on drive....
This lady annoyed us all immediately, barking out four complicated drinks in quick succession--that's a lot of buttons to push, and she had the nerve to be bitchy when my CW couldn't remember it all.
A few minutes later, she arrived at my window, paying with a $20.
Oh, but it didn't stop there. She proceeds to hand me another $20.
SC: Give me two tens for this.
Me: *taking the $20 and popping my drawer open just to appease her* I'm sorry, but I actually don't have any $10's.
SC: *immediately pissy* Well give me four $5's then!
Me: I'm very sorry, but I actually don't have the change to spare.
Cue the catbutt face combined with the "are you shitting me" gaping mouth.
SC: You mean you can't walk up to the front registers and ask them?!?
Me: Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we are running extremely low on change right now.
SC: I WANT TO SPEAK TO A MANAGER!
Me: I am the manager on duty. (I really was)
SC: I COME HERE ALL THE TIME!!!!
Me: I understand that, and I am sorry, but I simply cannot give you change today. If I had it, I would give you some, but I simply do not have it.
SC: *mumbles angrily*
I had to endure her angry glares for another two minutes, as my CW's made her four drinks. As I handed her last one out, I smiled and wished her a nice day! I should have said Merry Christmas with a snide grin, but oh well.
What. A. Bitch.
Is it such a life and death situation to be forced to carry a $20 bill in your wallet? We're a coffee shop, not a bank!
Sidenote: I used to be a bank teller. I was sorely tempted to say she missed my change-making service by about four years.


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