I swear. I had this ever-so-wonderful moron show up and rant at me today, right around 1:30, if I remember correctly.
Guy comes into the store, a salad bag (note, these are plastic, as opposed to all our paper bags) in hand.
M: You lovely neighborhood McD's dealer
G: Old jerk
K: Manager lady of supreme goodness, who is worried that I might move away from Missouri
G: "Where's my Monopoly pieces!" *note: Not a question, a statement, for certain*
M: *blink, look at guy's receipt as he brandishes it at me. He ordered: a crispy bacon ranch salad, and a medium soda* "I'm sorry, sir, what exactly did you order that you think you should've gotten Monopoly pieces for?"
G: "You mean you don't get pieces with everything?"
M: "No sir, you get pieces on those chicken sandwiches, there*pointing up at the menu*, Large fries, and any soda cup above a medium, but not including the Hugo."
G: "So, it's biased toward people who are trying to eat healthy?"
M: *blink, blink* "I suppose so."
G: *storming off toward the soda counter* "Where's your manager?"
M: *point toward the drive through window area at my manager who's busy taking orders for drive through* "Right there, sir."
K: *actually, is just finishing an order, and hears me talking about her, gets the skinny, and goes out to try to placate the customer*
About three minutes later, guy storms out, and K comes over to me.
M: So, was there anything I missed? Anything we could've done to appease the guy?"
K: "Nope, I told him the pieces were controlled by corporate, not by us. There was nothing you could've done, Juwl."
M: "Didn't think so."
Guy comes into the store, a salad bag (note, these are plastic, as opposed to all our paper bags) in hand.
M: You lovely neighborhood McD's dealer
G: Old jerk
K: Manager lady of supreme goodness, who is worried that I might move away from Missouri
G: "Where's my Monopoly pieces!" *note: Not a question, a statement, for certain*
M: *blink, look at guy's receipt as he brandishes it at me. He ordered: a crispy bacon ranch salad, and a medium soda* "I'm sorry, sir, what exactly did you order that you think you should've gotten Monopoly pieces for?"
G: "You mean you don't get pieces with everything?"
M: "No sir, you get pieces on those chicken sandwiches, there*pointing up at the menu*, Large fries, and any soda cup above a medium, but not including the Hugo."
G: "So, it's biased toward people who are trying to eat healthy?"
M: *blink, blink* "I suppose so."
G: *storming off toward the soda counter* "Where's your manager?"
M: *point toward the drive through window area at my manager who's busy taking orders for drive through* "Right there, sir."
K: *actually, is just finishing an order, and hears me talking about her, gets the skinny, and goes out to try to placate the customer*
About three minutes later, guy storms out, and K comes over to me.
M: So, was there anything I missed? Anything we could've done to appease the guy?"
K: "Nope, I told him the pieces were controlled by corporate, not by us. There was nothing you could've done, Juwl."
M: "Didn't think so."
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