OK, our uniform at work used to be white shirt, black trousers and an apron. However, the white shirts were a huge problem. By the end of the shift, several members of staff would be covered in food or drink, it didn't look good. I once worked a shift, where, five minutes in, I spilt a glass of red wine down myself, and was forced to do an eight hour shift with a huge red stain down myself.
So, after much convincing (or arguing), the manager was finally convinced to change the uniforms to black. Great! Staff were very happy! If something was spilled on us, it was no where near as bad. The staff looked a lot smarter.
Not all the customers are convinced though.
A little old lady came up to the bar.
Me: Hi, what can I get you?
OL: You can get out of that fucking uniform for a start!
Me: *thinks* Is she coming on to me?
Me: I'm...sorry...um...what?
OL: That fucking black uniform.
Me: Whats wrong with the black uniform?
OL: You look like a fucking undertaker. Can I see the manager?
Me: *Sighs* Ok then.
Manager came out.
Manager: Hi, whats the problem?
OL: The fucking undertakers you've got working behind the bar!
Manager: Undertakers?
OL: Yes, you changed the uniform from white to black! You all look like fucking undertakers! I do not come in here to be surrounded by such miserable colours!
Manager: What does it matter what colour the uniform is?
OL: Aren't you listening? They look like fucking undertakers!
Manager: OK, I've had enough of this conversation, go back to your table, or an undertaker will be looking after you VERY soon.
OL: Well, I never! How dare you speak to someone like that!
Yes, because the way she was talking was so much nicer!
So, after much convincing (or arguing), the manager was finally convinced to change the uniforms to black. Great! Staff were very happy! If something was spilled on us, it was no where near as bad. The staff looked a lot smarter.
Not all the customers are convinced though.
A little old lady came up to the bar.
Me: Hi, what can I get you?
OL: You can get out of that fucking uniform for a start!
Me: *thinks* Is she coming on to me?
Me: I'm...sorry...um...what?
OL: That fucking black uniform.
Me: Whats wrong with the black uniform?
OL: You look like a fucking undertaker. Can I see the manager?
Me: *Sighs* Ok then.
Manager came out.
Manager: Hi, whats the problem?
OL: The fucking undertakers you've got working behind the bar!
Manager: Undertakers?
OL: Yes, you changed the uniform from white to black! You all look like fucking undertakers! I do not come in here to be surrounded by such miserable colours!
Manager: What does it matter what colour the uniform is?
OL: Aren't you listening? They look like fucking undertakers!
Manager: OK, I've had enough of this conversation, go back to your table, or an undertaker will be looking after you VERY soon.
OL: Well, I never! How dare you speak to someone like that!
Yes, because the way she was talking was so much nicer!
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