Oh irony, you win again...
Too much?
CP: Crappy old man
CPW: Crappy old wife
Me:
Me:Hi, what can I get for you this evening?
CP: I want blahablah (food items). *turns in his seat, grabs my arm* And my wife wants just an egg, over easy, and some hash browns. Do you think you have something like that? *gives me a challenging look*
Me: Yes. *tries to wrench free my arm from his grasp* We have blahblah (meal), but I think it would be cheaper for just a side of hashbrowns and one egg rather than the meal.
CP: Well, you better have it.
Me: Don't worry, we have both of those things. I'm fairly bright, I think I can manage. *tries to tug my arm free again*
CP: *finally decides to let go of my arm*
note: I look over at the old man's wife, who has not said a single word this entire time. In fact, she hasn't stopped staring at the window shade pull since she arrived. I'm kind of curious...is she a puppet or something? Her coffee wasn't poured or anything either, which was strange.
Anyway, I start to walk away from the table when CP makes a loud, gruff sound. I turn around.
CP: How much comes in a side of hash browns?
Me: It's usually a whole plate....*i trail off at the scowl appearing on his features*
CP: Well, she doesn't want THAT much. You better not give her too much!!
Me: It's not up to me to decide portions put on plates.
CP: Well, find a way!!! We don't want that much!
Me: Well, since you put it that way, I will just put in 'small side'. Hopefully that will work.
CP: You better.
Me: *tries not to roll eyes at the usual SC empty threat*
Sooo, I bring them back their food (at which point, CPW still hasn't declared victory over the window shade pull in their little staring contest) and lo and behold:
CP: This is TOO MUCH!!! You told me you could put in a SMALL side!
Me: I did, and this is less than usual. I don't see what the problem is, the cooks are trying to give you your money's worth.
CP: WELL, I WANT A BOX. There is no way SHE will eat ALL of THIS.
note: this was just a bread plate full of hash browns. Not a usual side, which is on a regular 9 inch plate.
Me:*gets box, puts it in front of the old man* There you go. You can take the extra home, and then there's two meals for you.
Not Enough??
Different table, the same night. This woman (CW) orders a milkshake, and I make it for her. We just changed our portioning because of high food costs, and the milkshakes are hand dipped, and made with three scoops of ice cream. The difference is, the new ice cream scoop is a little smaller than the old one. Therefore, when we bring them the extra tin, there was a little less extra than usual. Meaning, instead of two inches worth of extra shake, there was only one or one and a half. Oh well, right? Oh no...
Me: How is the milkshake over here?
CW: Well, it was awfully small.
Me: *trying so hard to keep a fake smile on my face* Well ma'am, it's because we changed our portioning because of high food costs. It's still the same amount of scoops, but they are a little smaller.
CW: Well, I'm paying almost $4 for this shake, and I want the extra that comes with it.
Me: There was extra in this shake. About an inch or an inch and a half. I'm not sure, I didn't really have the time to stop and measure.
CW: I still want the extra shake. It wasn't enough for the cost.
Me: There is nothing I can do to fix the portioning rules for our store. We just changed this, and everybody has to obey the guidelines here.
CW: Well, I don't think I'm going to buy a shake here again, especially since you're ripping me off.
Me: I don't think the Restuarant is ripping anyone off. It's just a milkshake, one that was made the way they are telling us to.
CW: Well...*disapproving look* fine.
Me: *leaves*
*At the end of their meal, I return*
Me: So, can I interest anyone in some dessert tonight?
Others at the table: *shake heads in a no*
CW: No, I don't think so. Especially since it might be too small, and I don't want to pay for anything that might be not enough.
Me: *thinking: bitch.* Well ma'am, I assure you: the desserts are fairly large, even by your standards. They won't be the size of a sheet cake, but hopefully they can satiate your appetite. *polite smile*
CW: *silence*
Me: *walks away*
Have I mentioned how much I loathe my job?
Too much?
CP: Crappy old man
CPW: Crappy old wife
Me:
Me:Hi, what can I get for you this evening?
CP: I want blahablah (food items). *turns in his seat, grabs my arm* And my wife wants just an egg, over easy, and some hash browns. Do you think you have something like that? *gives me a challenging look*
Me: Yes. *tries to wrench free my arm from his grasp* We have blahblah (meal), but I think it would be cheaper for just a side of hashbrowns and one egg rather than the meal.
CP: Well, you better have it.
Me: Don't worry, we have both of those things. I'm fairly bright, I think I can manage. *tries to tug my arm free again*
CP: *finally decides to let go of my arm*
note: I look over at the old man's wife, who has not said a single word this entire time. In fact, she hasn't stopped staring at the window shade pull since she arrived. I'm kind of curious...is she a puppet or something? Her coffee wasn't poured or anything either, which was strange.
Anyway, I start to walk away from the table when CP makes a loud, gruff sound. I turn around.
CP: How much comes in a side of hash browns?
Me: It's usually a whole plate....*i trail off at the scowl appearing on his features*
CP: Well, she doesn't want THAT much. You better not give her too much!!
Me: It's not up to me to decide portions put on plates.
CP: Well, find a way!!! We don't want that much!
Me: Well, since you put it that way, I will just put in 'small side'. Hopefully that will work.
CP: You better.
Me: *tries not to roll eyes at the usual SC empty threat*
Sooo, I bring them back their food (at which point, CPW still hasn't declared victory over the window shade pull in their little staring contest) and lo and behold:
CP: This is TOO MUCH!!! You told me you could put in a SMALL side!
Me: I did, and this is less than usual. I don't see what the problem is, the cooks are trying to give you your money's worth.
CP: WELL, I WANT A BOX. There is no way SHE will eat ALL of THIS.
note: this was just a bread plate full of hash browns. Not a usual side, which is on a regular 9 inch plate.
Me:*gets box, puts it in front of the old man* There you go. You can take the extra home, and then there's two meals for you.
Not Enough??
Different table, the same night. This woman (CW) orders a milkshake, and I make it for her. We just changed our portioning because of high food costs, and the milkshakes are hand dipped, and made with three scoops of ice cream. The difference is, the new ice cream scoop is a little smaller than the old one. Therefore, when we bring them the extra tin, there was a little less extra than usual. Meaning, instead of two inches worth of extra shake, there was only one or one and a half. Oh well, right? Oh no...
Me: How is the milkshake over here?
CW: Well, it was awfully small.
Me: *trying so hard to keep a fake smile on my face* Well ma'am, it's because we changed our portioning because of high food costs. It's still the same amount of scoops, but they are a little smaller.
CW: Well, I'm paying almost $4 for this shake, and I want the extra that comes with it.
Me: There was extra in this shake. About an inch or an inch and a half. I'm not sure, I didn't really have the time to stop and measure.
CW: I still want the extra shake. It wasn't enough for the cost.
Me: There is nothing I can do to fix the portioning rules for our store. We just changed this, and everybody has to obey the guidelines here.
CW: Well, I don't think I'm going to buy a shake here again, especially since you're ripping me off.
Me: I don't think the Restuarant is ripping anyone off. It's just a milkshake, one that was made the way they are telling us to.
CW: Well...*disapproving look* fine.
Me: *leaves*
*At the end of their meal, I return*
Me: So, can I interest anyone in some dessert tonight?
Others at the table: *shake heads in a no*
CW: No, I don't think so. Especially since it might be too small, and I don't want to pay for anything that might be not enough.
Me: *thinking: bitch.* Well ma'am, I assure you: the desserts are fairly large, even by your standards. They won't be the size of a sheet cake, but hopefully they can satiate your appetite. *polite smile*
CW: *silence*
Me: *walks away*
Have I mentioned how much I loathe my job?
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