It was LITERALLY one minute before my shift ended. I was counting down the seconds. And then SHE came along.
She was not sucky, just needy and irritating.
Me: Hi there, what can I get you?
SC: My friend has special requirements!
Me: Ok...
SC: She can't eat ANYTHING with fat. She can't eat anything that has been fried, grilled, battered, has come into any contact with foreign substances, can't have anything that has been near oil or grease or cooked in an oven that has had other items of food in, and she cannot have ANY kind of dressing.
She seriously said that, without taking a breath.
Me: Okkk..
SC: So what can she eat?
After TEN MINUTES, we found a suitable meal. A slice of plain chicken breast and a side salad with no dressing (I had to take A LOT off the meal to make it suitable)
Me: So I think that's that sorted. Anything else?
SC: Yes, drinks!
After preparing her drinks, I headed into the kitchen to inform them of the customers needs. It was now TWENTY minutes after I was supposed to go home. I walked out of the kitchen, and SHE was there.
SC: Actually, I want to completely change the order if it's not too late!
So we went through it all again!
Half an hour after I was supposed to go home, she was satisfied.
Me: So I take it your friend has an allergy of some kind?
SC: No. She just can't stand anything greasey!
Me: :O
After that, I ran for my coat. I was going home. As I left, she was walking towards me again! I pretended I didn't see her and power walked for the door, faintly hearing:
SC: Uhhh...uhhh...excuse me...
I almost walked into traffic.
She was not sucky, just needy and irritating.
Me: Hi there, what can I get you?
SC: My friend has special requirements!
Me: Ok...
SC: She can't eat ANYTHING with fat. She can't eat anything that has been fried, grilled, battered, has come into any contact with foreign substances, can't have anything that has been near oil or grease or cooked in an oven that has had other items of food in, and she cannot have ANY kind of dressing.
She seriously said that, without taking a breath.
Me: Okkk..
SC: So what can she eat?
After TEN MINUTES, we found a suitable meal. A slice of plain chicken breast and a side salad with no dressing (I had to take A LOT off the meal to make it suitable)
Me: So I think that's that sorted. Anything else?
SC: Yes, drinks!
After preparing her drinks, I headed into the kitchen to inform them of the customers needs. It was now TWENTY minutes after I was supposed to go home. I walked out of the kitchen, and SHE was there.
SC: Actually, I want to completely change the order if it's not too late!
So we went through it all again!
Half an hour after I was supposed to go home, she was satisfied.
Me: So I take it your friend has an allergy of some kind?
SC: No. She just can't stand anything greasey!
Me: :O
After that, I ran for my coat. I was going home. As I left, she was walking towards me again! I pretended I didn't see her and power walked for the door, faintly hearing:
SC: Uhhh...uhhh...excuse me...
I almost walked into traffic.
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