Hello again all! I'm not sure if I should be pleased or saddened that I have another story for you all, but here it is (as much as I can remember anyways). I can honestly say this was the worst customer I've ever dealt with.
To refresh your memories (i'm so forgettable ) I work at a wendy's in a business district.
SC: truly sucky customer
DTM: drive through manager
me: ^.^
I was taking orders in the drive through (i do that a lot, i'm the only native english speaker who works weekdays) and a customer entered the drive through around noonish.
me: hi, can I take your order?
SC: Sure, I'd like a frosty float.
me: alrite, anything else?
sc: A double junior deluxe meal.
me: and what kind of drink?
sc: I just TOLD you, a frosty float.
me: ok...
DTM: Oh, sorry about that sir, we thought you'd ordered the float and the combo separately...
sc: get off the line, b*tch.
me:
dtm:
me: ok, *repeats order back* first window please.
sc: tell that lady to shut the f*ck up.
dtm: ....add another dollar to his meal.
me: with pleasure.
by this time everyone who understands english and has an intercom is in dumbfounded silence. the customer pulls up the second window (where I take orders and the DTM passes them out), snatches his food, and throwing a last "b*tch!" as he drives off, with my manager hollering "have a nice thanksgiving!" after him (week of thanksgiving).
If there were justice in the world that would have been the last we saw of him. However, a while later he showed up. We were in the same positions, but this time he pulls into the drive through already cursing at us. I swiftly told him to pull up to the second window (where we correct all drive-through errors) before things got out of hand. It goes without saying that correcting HIS problems wasn't that easy.
He started cursing out the woman in the first window--who understands more than enough english to collect money, but not enough to really converse--then comes up to the first window already warmed up for his tirade. It turns out that he'd wanted the chicken sandwich version of our value meal (double junior deluxe meal, crispy chicken deluxe meal, or most people just use "deluxe value meal"); same price, similar wording, and over the drive through speaker we misunderstand that distinction just often enough that the replacement is routine.
Of course this sc doesn't let us go that easily. I was taking orders from REAL customers the entire time, but I'm almost certain his cursing was audible both over my speaker and in the front of the restaurant. It didn't end until we'd a) offered to replace his meal b) actually done so and c) refunded his money when he nearly threw the food at the DTM. He drove off (still cursing, of course) as my manager once again wished him a happy thanksgiving.
And there you have it. They say it takes all kinds to make a world; I think we could have a world without THAT kind and things would still run quite smoothly
To refresh your memories (i'm so forgettable ) I work at a wendy's in a business district.
SC: truly sucky customer
DTM: drive through manager
me: ^.^
I was taking orders in the drive through (i do that a lot, i'm the only native english speaker who works weekdays) and a customer entered the drive through around noonish.
me: hi, can I take your order?
SC: Sure, I'd like a frosty float.
me: alrite, anything else?
sc: A double junior deluxe meal.
me: and what kind of drink?
sc: I just TOLD you, a frosty float.
me: ok...
DTM: Oh, sorry about that sir, we thought you'd ordered the float and the combo separately...
sc: get off the line, b*tch.
me:
dtm:
me: ok, *repeats order back* first window please.
sc: tell that lady to shut the f*ck up.
dtm: ....add another dollar to his meal.
me: with pleasure.
by this time everyone who understands english and has an intercom is in dumbfounded silence. the customer pulls up the second window (where I take orders and the DTM passes them out), snatches his food, and throwing a last "b*tch!" as he drives off, with my manager hollering "have a nice thanksgiving!" after him (week of thanksgiving).
If there were justice in the world that would have been the last we saw of him. However, a while later he showed up. We were in the same positions, but this time he pulls into the drive through already cursing at us. I swiftly told him to pull up to the second window (where we correct all drive-through errors) before things got out of hand. It goes without saying that correcting HIS problems wasn't that easy.
He started cursing out the woman in the first window--who understands more than enough english to collect money, but not enough to really converse--then comes up to the first window already warmed up for his tirade. It turns out that he'd wanted the chicken sandwich version of our value meal (double junior deluxe meal, crispy chicken deluxe meal, or most people just use "deluxe value meal"); same price, similar wording, and over the drive through speaker we misunderstand that distinction just often enough that the replacement is routine.
Of course this sc doesn't let us go that easily. I was taking orders from REAL customers the entire time, but I'm almost certain his cursing was audible both over my speaker and in the front of the restaurant. It didn't end until we'd a) offered to replace his meal b) actually done so and c) refunded his money when he nearly threw the food at the DTM. He drove off (still cursing, of course) as my manager once again wished him a happy thanksgiving.
And there you have it. They say it takes all kinds to make a world; I think we could have a world without THAT kind and things would still run quite smoothly
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