So, whomever made the assumption that baked goods attract morons, here's another story to support your theory.
This past Saturday, we were pretty slow and I was back for more fun at the Resturant serving as a hostess. Part of my job includes selling pies, so naturally when I see a brooding individual standing in front of the pie case, I go over and help them try and pick a pie.
This time, the brooding individual happens to be a middle aged woman who obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Here's another conversation that makes me want to bash my head into the wall.
SW = sucky woman
Me = hostess on duty who has to deal with SW
Me: "Hi, how can I help you today?"
SW: "I would like to buy a pie, please."
Me: "Okay, great. What kind were you interested in?"
SW: *points at the accursed lemon meringue pie* "I would like one of those. How much is the pie?"
Me: "The lemon meringue is x amount of dollars."
SW: "How much is the pie?"
Me: "x amount of dollars."
SW: *starting to get visibly upset* "How much is the pie?"
Me: (secretly thinking, 'are you a broken record or something?') "It's still x amount of dollars, ma'am."
SW: *holds up three dollars* "All I have is three dollars. What pie can I get for three dollars?"
Me: "You can't get a whole pie for three dollars. Would you like a slice instead?"
SW: "I WANT AN ENTIRE PIE! I HAVE THREE DAUGHTERS AT HOME, AND THEY WANT THIS LEMON PIE!"
Me: "Well, I can't give you a pie for three dollars. The best you could get is a slice with that much."
SW: "I DON'T WANT A SLICE"
ME: *holds out hands in a calming manner*"I'm sorry, you're not going to be able to get a pie for three dollars."
SW: "How much is this pie?" *rudely points at the pie case* (at this point, I'm starting to feel a little bad for the pie. Who wants some cranky old lady trying to jab at you?)
ME: "It's still x amount of dollars, ma'am."
SW: *looks desperate* "Look, all I have are these three dollars. Can you do an IOU or something? Can I pay you back later?"
Me: "No, we can't write you an IOU."
SW: "Are you sure? I really want this pie."
Me: "Ma'am, you CAN NOT get an IOU for a pie, three dollars or not."
SW: "Can I speak to a manager?"
Me: *rolls eyes* "Yes, you can."
So I have to go get my manager, who calmly tells the lady we can't give her a whole pie for three dollars. After she asks him the same set of broken record questions, she storms out of the place. My boss comes to me and says, "wow, you have a knack for dealing with the idiots that come in."
I just kind of nodded. I mean, what do you say to something like that?
I also have a newfound dislike for lemon meringue pies. Though I know it isn't the pie's fault it's so tasty....it attracts the stupidest people.
This past Saturday, we were pretty slow and I was back for more fun at the Resturant serving as a hostess. Part of my job includes selling pies, so naturally when I see a brooding individual standing in front of the pie case, I go over and help them try and pick a pie.
This time, the brooding individual happens to be a middle aged woman who obviously woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Here's another conversation that makes me want to bash my head into the wall.
SW = sucky woman
Me = hostess on duty who has to deal with SW
Me: "Hi, how can I help you today?"
SW: "I would like to buy a pie, please."
Me: "Okay, great. What kind were you interested in?"
SW: *points at the accursed lemon meringue pie* "I would like one of those. How much is the pie?"
Me: "The lemon meringue is x amount of dollars."
SW: "How much is the pie?"
Me: "x amount of dollars."
SW: *starting to get visibly upset* "How much is the pie?"
Me: (secretly thinking, 'are you a broken record or something?') "It's still x amount of dollars, ma'am."
SW: *holds up three dollars* "All I have is three dollars. What pie can I get for three dollars?"
Me: "You can't get a whole pie for three dollars. Would you like a slice instead?"
SW: "I WANT AN ENTIRE PIE! I HAVE THREE DAUGHTERS AT HOME, AND THEY WANT THIS LEMON PIE!"
Me: "Well, I can't give you a pie for three dollars. The best you could get is a slice with that much."
SW: "I DON'T WANT A SLICE"
ME: *holds out hands in a calming manner*"I'm sorry, you're not going to be able to get a pie for three dollars."
SW: "How much is this pie?" *rudely points at the pie case* (at this point, I'm starting to feel a little bad for the pie. Who wants some cranky old lady trying to jab at you?)
ME: "It's still x amount of dollars, ma'am."
SW: *looks desperate* "Look, all I have are these three dollars. Can you do an IOU or something? Can I pay you back later?"
Me: "No, we can't write you an IOU."
SW: "Are you sure? I really want this pie."
Me: "Ma'am, you CAN NOT get an IOU for a pie, three dollars or not."
SW: "Can I speak to a manager?"
Me: *rolls eyes* "Yes, you can."
So I have to go get my manager, who calmly tells the lady we can't give her a whole pie for three dollars. After she asks him the same set of broken record questions, she storms out of the place. My boss comes to me and says, "wow, you have a knack for dealing with the idiots that come in."
I just kind of nodded. I mean, what do you say to something like that?
I also have a newfound dislike for lemon meringue pies. Though I know it isn't the pie's fault it's so tasty....it attracts the stupidest people.
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