My brother works at the same crappy restaurant I do. He was at the counter one day when I wasn't there and related this "psychologically draining" account to me.
PJ: Who learned everything he knows from me.
J: Manager
M: Muffy, our name for any woman with a stick up her ass
M: Can I have 3 extra sides of sauce?
PJ: OK; but just to let you know, the first extra side is free, but I'll have to charge you .50 each for the other two.
M: I have NEVER had this happen here! [It's actually our policy]
PJ [ever the smartass]: Well, 4 sides of sauce is actually enough to make one medium pizza and it's our policy to charge for extra because...[he apparently went into some economic stuff; he's good at that]
M: Well, let me give YOU an econ lesson, Mister! You giving me stuff for free keeps me a customer and keeps YOU in business!!!! [
] Get me your manager!
*J comes out*
M: Is this a joke or something? You're not old enough to be a manager! Get me the real one!
J: Actually, I am; and PJ is right, it's our policy.
*Husband, who doesn't seem to mind and has a look on his face like he goes through this stuff all the time, pulls out his credit card*.
M [to husband]: I have half a mind to tell him to stick it up his ass!
J: Actually, ma'am, you just did.
M: We're never coming here again!
J: Good.
Classy, no? PJ said it made dealing with the angry homeless guy look like a piece of cake.
PJ: Who learned everything he knows from me.

J: Manager
M: Muffy, our name for any woman with a stick up her ass
M: Can I have 3 extra sides of sauce?
PJ: OK; but just to let you know, the first extra side is free, but I'll have to charge you .50 each for the other two.
M: I have NEVER had this happen here! [It's actually our policy]
PJ [ever the smartass]: Well, 4 sides of sauce is actually enough to make one medium pizza and it's our policy to charge for extra because...[he apparently went into some economic stuff; he's good at that]
M: Well, let me give YOU an econ lesson, Mister! You giving me stuff for free keeps me a customer and keeps YOU in business!!!! [

*J comes out*
M: Is this a joke or something? You're not old enough to be a manager! Get me the real one!
J: Actually, I am; and PJ is right, it's our policy.
*Husband, who doesn't seem to mind and has a look on his face like he goes through this stuff all the time, pulls out his credit card*.
M [to husband]: I have half a mind to tell him to stick it up his ass!

J: Actually, ma'am, you just did.
M: We're never coming here again!
J: Good.
Classy, no? PJ said it made dealing with the angry homeless guy look like a piece of cake.

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