I don't know if it's because I am leaving, but I have noticed a sudden increase in sucky customers over the past few days.
Pasta Bake Bitch
A dumb looking blonde walks up to the bar.
SC: Hi there, can I order the pasta bake please?
We go through the motions, where she is sitting ect ect, and I complete the order. All is well...until about eight minutes later.
SC: Can you cancel that pasta bake please?
Me: Oh, I'm pretty sure it's just about ready. Why do you want to cancel it?
SC: I've ordered pasta by mistake. I don't like pasta.
Me: You ordered a pasta bake when you don't like pasta?
SC: I know, I didn't realise...I would like to order something else.
I look over and see a co-worker walking out of the kitchen with her food.
Me: Well, if you want to order something else you are going to have to pay for it.
SC: Can't I just swap for something else?
Me: No, that food is going to get wasted now.
SC: Oh...I guess I'll have to eat it then.
A co-worker cleared her table.
CW: And how was your pasta bake?
SC: Lovely thanks!
Me:
You want me to ban HER??
We have a group of ladies who come in for breakfast about two or three times a week. One of the ladies is heavily disabled, and the other two ladies are her carers. The handicapped lady can't really control what she says, and occasionally lets out the odd, random yell or scream. It startled me the first time I saw her, but she is actually a really nice person, and so are her carers.
Then we have one of our old men regulars. He is rude, and is one of the reasons I hate opening the pub, because he is always outside, waiting to get in before I even enter the pub! Upon seeing the handicapped lady and her carers enter, Old Man walked up to me.
OM: You need to ban her!
Me: Why?
OM: She cannot control herself in public! Have you heard her when she yells?
At that point, the handicapped lady yelled.
OM: See! You need to ban her!
Me: You are suggesting I ban someone who cannot help who they are??
OM: She is dissssssturrrbing meeeeeeee!!!
He walked away. I couldn't reply, because I wanted to throttle him. A few minutes later, Old Man leaves. One of the carers walks up to me, looking upset. The carer and me are on a first name basis.
C: Customersruinmylife, that...man...he just walk up to *handicapped lady* and told her she had no business out in public! He was so brutal...
Carer looked like she was going to cry.
Me: I just...I just don't know what to say.
I have passed on this story to all the staff and other managers. All are disgusted. There is no way he's getting served again!
Lazy?!?!?!?!?!
It's a public holiday in the UK this weekend, and that means that there are a lot of arseholes out and about.
A lady was asking a co-worker about making a booking. He didn't really know what to tell her so he passed her onto me. I was stood at the bar with the lady, organising the booking (she was really nice) when I hear what sounds like a barking sound.
SC: OW! OW! OW! *clicks fingers*
I look over, and see a rather irate looking man looking at me.
SC: ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO SERVE SOMEONE TODAY???
Me: I am just helping my customer at the moment. One of my co-workers will get to you in a minute.
SC: YOU AREN'T DOING ANYTHING!!!
Me: I am helping a customer at the moment, and it's not even busy.
Co-worker: I'll serve him now customersruinmylife.
SC: NO! I WANT HIM TO SERVE ME, SEEING AS HE ISN'T DOING ANYTHING!
Lady: He is in the middle of helping me, actually.
SC: HE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING! FUCK! FORGET IT! I DON'T WANT TO DRINK HERE ANYMORE!
Me: That's fine with me.
SC: YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A LAZY BASTARRRRRRRRRRRRD!!
Me: Lazy bastard? I was here at 7am bringing a delivery in. What were you doing at 7am?
SC: I AM GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU!
Me: Complain all you want, I couldn't care less.
SC: I'M LEAVING!!
I put on the most cheerful tone of voice I could.
Me: Bye! Byeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I was sorely tempted to blow him a kiss as well. He just about had a fit and ran out the door. The lady I was helping was in stitches laughing.
Three weeks tomorrow until my last shift EVER!!!!!!!
Pasta Bake Bitch
A dumb looking blonde walks up to the bar.
SC: Hi there, can I order the pasta bake please?
We go through the motions, where she is sitting ect ect, and I complete the order. All is well...until about eight minutes later.
SC: Can you cancel that pasta bake please?
Me: Oh, I'm pretty sure it's just about ready. Why do you want to cancel it?
SC: I've ordered pasta by mistake. I don't like pasta.
Me: You ordered a pasta bake when you don't like pasta?
SC: I know, I didn't realise...I would like to order something else.
I look over and see a co-worker walking out of the kitchen with her food.
Me: Well, if you want to order something else you are going to have to pay for it.
SC: Can't I just swap for something else?
Me: No, that food is going to get wasted now.
SC: Oh...I guess I'll have to eat it then.
A co-worker cleared her table.
CW: And how was your pasta bake?
SC: Lovely thanks!
Me:

You want me to ban HER??
We have a group of ladies who come in for breakfast about two or three times a week. One of the ladies is heavily disabled, and the other two ladies are her carers. The handicapped lady can't really control what she says, and occasionally lets out the odd, random yell or scream. It startled me the first time I saw her, but she is actually a really nice person, and so are her carers.
Then we have one of our old men regulars. He is rude, and is one of the reasons I hate opening the pub, because he is always outside, waiting to get in before I even enter the pub! Upon seeing the handicapped lady and her carers enter, Old Man walked up to me.
OM: You need to ban her!
Me: Why?
OM: She cannot control herself in public! Have you heard her when she yells?
At that point, the handicapped lady yelled.
OM: See! You need to ban her!
Me: You are suggesting I ban someone who cannot help who they are??
OM: She is dissssssturrrbing meeeeeeee!!!
He walked away. I couldn't reply, because I wanted to throttle him. A few minutes later, Old Man leaves. One of the carers walks up to me, looking upset. The carer and me are on a first name basis.
C: Customersruinmylife, that...man...he just walk up to *handicapped lady* and told her she had no business out in public! He was so brutal...
Carer looked like she was going to cry.
Me: I just...I just don't know what to say.
I have passed on this story to all the staff and other managers. All are disgusted. There is no way he's getting served again!
Lazy?!?!?!?!?!
It's a public holiday in the UK this weekend, and that means that there are a lot of arseholes out and about.
A lady was asking a co-worker about making a booking. He didn't really know what to tell her so he passed her onto me. I was stood at the bar with the lady, organising the booking (she was really nice) when I hear what sounds like a barking sound.
SC: OW! OW! OW! *clicks fingers*
I look over, and see a rather irate looking man looking at me.
SC: ARE YOU ACTUALLY GOING TO SERVE SOMEONE TODAY???
Me: I am just helping my customer at the moment. One of my co-workers will get to you in a minute.
SC: YOU AREN'T DOING ANYTHING!!!
Me: I am helping a customer at the moment, and it's not even busy.
Co-worker: I'll serve him now customersruinmylife.
SC: NO! I WANT HIM TO SERVE ME, SEEING AS HE ISN'T DOING ANYTHING!
Lady: He is in the middle of helping me, actually.
SC: HE'S NOT DOING ANYTHING! FUCK! FORGET IT! I DON'T WANT TO DRINK HERE ANYMORE!
Me: That's fine with me.
SC: YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A LAZY BASTARRRRRRRRRRRRD!!
Me: Lazy bastard? I was here at 7am bringing a delivery in. What were you doing at 7am?
SC: I AM GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT YOU!
Me: Complain all you want, I couldn't care less.
SC: I'M LEAVING!!
I put on the most cheerful tone of voice I could.
Me: Bye! Byeeeeeeeeeeeee!
I was sorely tempted to blow him a kiss as well. He just about had a fit and ran out the door. The lady I was helping was in stitches laughing.
Three weeks tomorrow until my last shift EVER!!!!!!!
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