Customersruinmylife's food allergy thread reminded me of an experience I had while working at Krispy Kreme. I don't want to thread-jack, so I've written a seperate post.
There was no suck from the customers in this story, but it was still a nerve-wracking situation.
It's evening at good ol' KK. The Hotlight is beaming an invitation to all passing sugar-addicts. For those of you unfamiliar with the Hotlight, it's a big red/orange light proclaiming that we are serving hot, original glazed doughnuts. In walks a family - mother, father, and son. Son is roughly 10 years old and much calmer than most kids his age in a doughnut shop.
The parents started asking me questions about the doughnuts' ingredients, and where they're manufactured. I was pretty knowledgeable and able to answer most of their questions. They asked whether the doughnuts contained any peanuts. I knew for a fact that the mix had no nut products, and we currently had no doughnuts with any nut toppings. They go on to ask me if any product from our supply factories contained peanuts, not just what we sold.
They then explained that their son was deathly allergic to peanuts. Even the slighest trace of peanuts in food would quickly kill him. Apparently, this even applied to foods that had no peanuts in the ingredients, but were exposed to peanuts at some point. I excused myself to make a quick call to our general manager. She told me that serving the original glazed doughnuts would be fine, but not to take a chance on anything with chocolate frosting. The frosting was made in a different factory that used peanuts in some of its products.
I headed back out front and related what my manager said to the family. They asked my assurance a few times. I repeated what the GM told me, but I grew increasingly nervous. What if she was wrong?
I handed the kid a doughnut. I'm not religious at all, but I still silently prayed that the doughnut wouldn't kill this bright-eyed, quiet kid. As he took a bite, his parents and I all held our breath, hoping for the best. After he swallowed, his face changed...
And broke out in a big, beaming grin as I and his parents heaved a sigh of relief. He said in awe "This is the first time I've ever had a doughnut from a store!". His parents thanked me warmly, bought some doughnuts and left looking much happier than when they came in.
I've had many awful experiences at KK, but this one stands out in mind above them all. Nothing like a happy ending.
There was no suck from the customers in this story, but it was still a nerve-wracking situation.
It's evening at good ol' KK. The Hotlight is beaming an invitation to all passing sugar-addicts. For those of you unfamiliar with the Hotlight, it's a big red/orange light proclaiming that we are serving hot, original glazed doughnuts. In walks a family - mother, father, and son. Son is roughly 10 years old and much calmer than most kids his age in a doughnut shop.
The parents started asking me questions about the doughnuts' ingredients, and where they're manufactured. I was pretty knowledgeable and able to answer most of their questions. They asked whether the doughnuts contained any peanuts. I knew for a fact that the mix had no nut products, and we currently had no doughnuts with any nut toppings. They go on to ask me if any product from our supply factories contained peanuts, not just what we sold.
They then explained that their son was deathly allergic to peanuts. Even the slighest trace of peanuts in food would quickly kill him. Apparently, this even applied to foods that had no peanuts in the ingredients, but were exposed to peanuts at some point. I excused myself to make a quick call to our general manager. She told me that serving the original glazed doughnuts would be fine, but not to take a chance on anything with chocolate frosting. The frosting was made in a different factory that used peanuts in some of its products.
I headed back out front and related what my manager said to the family. They asked my assurance a few times. I repeated what the GM told me, but I grew increasingly nervous. What if she was wrong?
I handed the kid a doughnut. I'm not religious at all, but I still silently prayed that the doughnut wouldn't kill this bright-eyed, quiet kid. As he took a bite, his parents and I all held our breath, hoping for the best. After he swallowed, his face changed...
And broke out in a big, beaming grin as I and his parents heaved a sigh of relief. He said in awe "This is the first time I've ever had a doughnut from a store!". His parents thanked me warmly, bought some doughnuts and left looking much happier than when they came in.
I've had many awful experiences at KK, but this one stands out in mind above them all. Nothing like a happy ending.
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