TonyDonuts
Cashier
From: The Wilds of Meenasohta
Registered: 09-08-2003
Posts: 100
It's funny you should mention that Argabarga.* I was talking to an upset customer once.* Her server had gone to get some napkins for her and he, that little BASTARD!, stopped to answer a question from another of his customers on the way back.
While I'm explaining the facts of life to her, you know, just because SHE'S her doesn't mean we're gonna drop everything else.* While I'm talking to her I feel a very sharp pain in my right leg.
HER LITTLE BASTARD SPAWN DEMON CHILD HAD STABBED ME IN THE LEG WITH A FORK!
I step back from the table.
Uh, oh, while I'm looking at the FORK STICKING OUT OF MY LEG I'm not talking to YUPPIE LADY.
She starts complaining that I'm ignoring her.
I tell her her DEMON SPAWN CHILD JUST STABBED ME IN THE LEG WITH A FORK AND IT'S STILL THERE!!
She tells me that's "no excuse for ignoring an upset customer."
I tell her to pack up her and her idiot brood and get the HELL out of my store.
She demands to know "what I mean by that."
I tell her that means "Pack up your idiot brood and your idiot self out of* before I decide to press charges."
"For what?* You're ignoring me!"
I walk over to the counter, with fork still embedded in my leg.* I pick up the phone and dial 911.* I walk back over to the table and sit down.* We wait for the cops.
They show up, rather quickly, to my surprise.* The cops in this town are, more or less, great, but the DISPATCHERS seem to have a sick fixation on teenagers with beer.
The cops explain to the lady that, well, stabbing people in the leg is WRONG, and that she, as the parent, is liable for any acts performed by her children.
She tells them she's a lawyer.
They tell her that's great, but it doesn't mean she and her children can do whatever they want without consequences.* They tell her she has two options.
1)* Get the hell out.
2)* Stay, and be arrested for a bunch of things.* While she's on her way to the slammer child protective services will be along to take custody of her children, there are two of them, until she makes bail.
She blusters, she threatens, she yells.
Cop takes out his cuff.
Yuppie figures out that this is not a bluff, that she has run into someone that is NOT IMPRESSED with her degree, and leaves.
She tells me, very huffily, "Well, WE'RE certainly NEVER coming here again!"
I look at THE FORK STICKING OUT OF MY LEG (which I left to show the cops and hurt like a ...like a fork sticking out of my leg), and say,"Good."
This, finally, got through to her.* She looks at me, looks at the fork, and at her child.* She left.
Amazing how they deflate once they find out that, no, we don't care if they come back.
Cashier
From: The Wilds of Meenasohta
Registered: 09-08-2003
Posts: 100
It's funny you should mention that Argabarga.* I was talking to an upset customer once.* Her server had gone to get some napkins for her and he, that little BASTARD!, stopped to answer a question from another of his customers on the way back.
While I'm explaining the facts of life to her, you know, just because SHE'S her doesn't mean we're gonna drop everything else.* While I'm talking to her I feel a very sharp pain in my right leg.
HER LITTLE BASTARD SPAWN DEMON CHILD HAD STABBED ME IN THE LEG WITH A FORK!
I step back from the table.
Uh, oh, while I'm looking at the FORK STICKING OUT OF MY LEG I'm not talking to YUPPIE LADY.
She starts complaining that I'm ignoring her.
I tell her her DEMON SPAWN CHILD JUST STABBED ME IN THE LEG WITH A FORK AND IT'S STILL THERE!!
She tells me that's "no excuse for ignoring an upset customer."
I tell her to pack up her and her idiot brood and get the HELL out of my store.
She demands to know "what I mean by that."
I tell her that means "Pack up your idiot brood and your idiot self out of* before I decide to press charges."
"For what?* You're ignoring me!"
I walk over to the counter, with fork still embedded in my leg.* I pick up the phone and dial 911.* I walk back over to the table and sit down.* We wait for the cops.
They show up, rather quickly, to my surprise.* The cops in this town are, more or less, great, but the DISPATCHERS seem to have a sick fixation on teenagers with beer.
The cops explain to the lady that, well, stabbing people in the leg is WRONG, and that she, as the parent, is liable for any acts performed by her children.
She tells them she's a lawyer.
They tell her that's great, but it doesn't mean she and her children can do whatever they want without consequences.* They tell her she has two options.
1)* Get the hell out.
2)* Stay, and be arrested for a bunch of things.* While she's on her way to the slammer child protective services will be along to take custody of her children, there are two of them, until she makes bail.
She blusters, she threatens, she yells.
Cop takes out his cuff.
Yuppie figures out that this is not a bluff, that she has run into someone that is NOT IMPRESSED with her degree, and leaves.
She tells me, very huffily, "Well, WE'RE certainly NEVER coming here again!"
I look at THE FORK STICKING OUT OF MY LEG (which I left to show the cops and hurt like a ...like a fork sticking out of my leg), and say,"Good."
This, finally, got through to her.* She looks at me, looks at the fork, and at her child.* She left.
Amazing how they deflate once they find out that, no, we don't care if they come back.
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