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It has been a while since I've had someone sucky enough to grace this forum. In fact, I feel that because I thought to myself the other night, "wow, nobody has really sucked lately" I brought this customer upon myself. Thanks karma. You win again.
Lettuce Lady: Old, slightly derranged, and marginally angry about the world. Was upset that I asked what kind of dressing she wanted on her salad...among other things.
Me: Poor, poor waitress. Kind of crabby from working until 5am the night before this shift, then coming back to work at 8am the same day.
Me: How is everything over here?
Lettuce Lady: *gets marginally constipated look on her face, kind of pokes at her salad* This is a pretty good salad, but...
*LONG PAUSE*
Me: Do you like the dressing? (hoping for an easy answer, because some people don't like the mix of basalmic and blue cheese. i think it's kind of gross, personally)
Lettuce lady: Yes, it's actually really good. However...*LONG PAUSE*
Me: *tries really hard to prompt her to speak*
Lettuce lady: *stabs a large chunk of lettuce with her fork and holds it up for me to see*
Me: I'm sorry about that, ma'am. All of our lettuce is pre washed and prepackaged, so we don't cut it up. The cooks just pour it into the salad bowl and make the salads from there.
Lettuce Lady: *raises eyebrow*
Note: At this point, I don't know what to say. "I'm sorry your hunk of lettuce isn't exactly bite size?" would be a bad sarcastic question to ask, and frankly, I'm really busy at this point and can't really pause to think of a good answer.
Me: Um, It's prepackaged, so they usually don't cut it up back there. I guess they follow the common sense rule that people know how to use a knife to cut the lettuce if it's too big. Um, I'm sorry? (It really did come out as a question this time, because I was sleep deprived and kind of thrown off by her lettuce connundrum)
Lettuce lady: *PAUSE* Well, you should fix that.
Me: *tries really hard to not roll my eyes* I'll let the cooks know about the lettuce.
Lettuce lady: *waves lettuce hunk around on her fork in a threatening manner* You know, you could really offend someone with this.
Me:
????? Offend?
Lettuce lady: Yeah, offend. You could offend someone by offering lettuce that looks like this.
Me: *slowly turns around and walks away*
So apparently I could offend someone with lettuce. Albeit prepackaged, sorta chunky lettuce, but lettuce nonetheless. What made this entire encounter marginally funny was the tone by which she said "offended". She didn't mean offended in a mild way, but in more of a horrified way. Like having a Hooters next to an elementary school kind of offended.
Either way, this whole encounter left me a little puzzled.
I blame it on the sleep deprivation.
And that damn lettuce.
Lettuce Lady: Old, slightly derranged, and marginally angry about the world. Was upset that I asked what kind of dressing she wanted on her salad...among other things.
Me: Poor, poor waitress. Kind of crabby from working until 5am the night before this shift, then coming back to work at 8am the same day.
Me: How is everything over here?
Lettuce Lady: *gets marginally constipated look on her face, kind of pokes at her salad* This is a pretty good salad, but...
*LONG PAUSE*
Me: Do you like the dressing? (hoping for an easy answer, because some people don't like the mix of basalmic and blue cheese. i think it's kind of gross, personally)
Lettuce lady: Yes, it's actually really good. However...*LONG PAUSE*
Me: *tries really hard to prompt her to speak*
Lettuce lady: *stabs a large chunk of lettuce with her fork and holds it up for me to see*
Me: I'm sorry about that, ma'am. All of our lettuce is pre washed and prepackaged, so we don't cut it up. The cooks just pour it into the salad bowl and make the salads from there.
Lettuce Lady: *raises eyebrow*
Note: At this point, I don't know what to say. "I'm sorry your hunk of lettuce isn't exactly bite size?" would be a bad sarcastic question to ask, and frankly, I'm really busy at this point and can't really pause to think of a good answer.
Me: Um, It's prepackaged, so they usually don't cut it up back there. I guess they follow the common sense rule that people know how to use a knife to cut the lettuce if it's too big. Um, I'm sorry? (It really did come out as a question this time, because I was sleep deprived and kind of thrown off by her lettuce connundrum)
Lettuce lady: *PAUSE* Well, you should fix that.
Me: *tries really hard to not roll my eyes* I'll let the cooks know about the lettuce.
Lettuce lady: *waves lettuce hunk around on her fork in a threatening manner* You know, you could really offend someone with this.
Me:
????? Offend?Lettuce lady: Yeah, offend. You could offend someone by offering lettuce that looks like this.
Me: *slowly turns around and walks away*
So apparently I could offend someone with lettuce. Albeit prepackaged, sorta chunky lettuce, but lettuce nonetheless. What made this entire encounter marginally funny was the tone by which she said "offended". She didn't mean offended in a mild way, but in more of a horrified way. Like having a Hooters next to an elementary school kind of offended.
Either way, this whole encounter left me a little puzzled.
I blame it on the sleep deprivation.
And that damn lettuce.
I once had a salad where there was a large piece of lettuce, and I could tell it was a direct affront to my mother! Needless to say, I was so upset I had to ask for a refund. After eating the whole thing of course. Don't lets be silly.
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