The grocery store where I used to work used to have charity cookouts a few times a year to benefit the March of Dimes. Hamburgers, hot dogs, it was a nice treat for the customers and for a good cause. All should be cool...
...But it wasn't. Whoever was cooking was told to cook the burgers well done for fear of food poisoning. Sounds perfectly reasonable, doesn't it? Well, this one crotchety customer didn't think so. She comes up to us and demands,
SC: I want a burger, and I don't want it well done! I want it BLOODY! I hate well-done burgers, I want my burger BLOODY!! You hear me? BLOODY!*
I didn't have to do it (I was just in charge of money), but the guy at the grill didn't know what to make of this. I think he just followed SC's request just to make her leave (by the way, she was still ranting about how she wanted her burger BLOODY!). She pissed me off for two reasons:
1) This cookout is for charity. We don't have to do it, and there's more than one way to raise money for charity.
2) We have to make our burgers well-done! If you don't like it, leave us alone and go to Fuddruckers!
Some people need to get the fuck over themselves and realize they're not that special!
*It happened a long time ago, so I embellished this part a bit, but it's basically what she said.
...But it wasn't. Whoever was cooking was told to cook the burgers well done for fear of food poisoning. Sounds perfectly reasonable, doesn't it? Well, this one crotchety customer didn't think so. She comes up to us and demands,
SC: I want a burger, and I don't want it well done! I want it BLOODY! I hate well-done burgers, I want my burger BLOODY!! You hear me? BLOODY!*
I didn't have to do it (I was just in charge of money), but the guy at the grill didn't know what to make of this. I think he just followed SC's request just to make her leave (by the way, she was still ranting about how she wanted her burger BLOODY!). She pissed me off for two reasons:
1) This cookout is for charity. We don't have to do it, and there's more than one way to raise money for charity.
2) We have to make our burgers well-done! If you don't like it, leave us alone and go to Fuddruckers!
Some people need to get the fuck over themselves and realize they're not that special!
*It happened a long time ago, so I embellished this part a bit, but it's basically what she said.
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