I actually had three points of interest this week that I thought would give some people some chuckles.
IT'S FOR THE KIDS
Along with the ideal that no good deed goes unpunished, my manager asked me to cover for him this past Saturday night (July 3) for those of you outside the US July 4th is a big day. I was nice I really could care less until it dawned on me what day that fell on and what would be happening, it was the the last night of the local county fair with "big" fireworks etc. Also what he failed to tell me was that the booth that we had every year worked with would be coming to pay for the pizzas they had been buying and then selling at the fair for a school club.
WC: Wrestling Team Coach
WA: Wrestling Coach Assitant
Me
D: Driver
WC: You need to add up X amount of pizzas. (by the way no hi, no greeting, nothing)
Me: Ok *pulls out calculator* it'll be XX dollars.
WC: And you need to deduct half the cost of the booth.
Me: Umm, well noone told me that so I'll have to call the manager.
*calls manager*
While on the phone with him he informs me that they also need to pay for four more pizzas from the night before. So I inform them of this.
WA: No we did not order those pizzas, and your driver told me when he came back out that he didn't deliver them.
I pass this along to Manager, he says yes they did he looked it up, blah, blah.
Anyway, the WA starts going off on the driver who just happens to be the driver from the night before. I tell him there is nothing I can do the computer says you ordered them they were delivered, there is nothing I can do. The WC just starts walking out the door, the WA is still going off about how the driver is trying to rob him which is funny since obviously I'm not going to pass the money off to the driver. As he walks out the door though I almost fell in the floor laughing when he yelled really loud "IT'S FOR THE FUCKING KIDS".
JUST WEIRD
So a guy came in that I thought I recognized his voice, but ehh, I hear a lot of people so it could be a coincidence. So he walks in and picks up one of our little counter placards and just shows me the picture of the advertisement on it. I think ok he can't talk, no biggie, not even the first time I've had to take someone's order who can't talk. So I say back very plainly cause, I'm hoping he can read lips "You want X". He says, mind you I did say says he can talk, that he wants X, so I ask him what he wants on it, already starting to get a little annoyed now.
I take his order and he just looks at me and says something along the lines of not needing to be so serious. And then it dawns on me, I had a guy fuss at a driver two weeks before when I took his order because I refused to deliver to his house without an address, and he started going on about how I should never be allowed on the phones again.
So we make his food and he comes back in, pulls out a checkbook and this is where the fun starts.
Me: Sorry we don't take checks.
SC: You won't take my check.
Me: Sorry no, we can't take checks.
SC: Can you get it delivered?
Me: *obviously can see where this is going* Yes it will be an additional charge for delivery, and the driver can't take your check either.
SC: *getting louder* Do you own this store?
Me: Nope.
SC: Is the person here who does?
Me: Nope, but the general manager is in. *I point to the manager*
SC: Get over here young man. *he repeats this a couple of times cause obviously the manager has no ideal he's being talked to*
M: Can I help you?
SC: This person won't take my check, *points to me* will you take my check?
M: We are not supposed to take checks.
SC: Well I want it delivered.
M: Ok, where do you need it to go, and the driver will also not be able to take your check.
SC: It's going to SC's house.
M: Ok, and what's that address.
SC: I'm SC its going to my house.
M: OK, and what's that address.
SC: You know what I'm going to go climb in my 40K car, and park it behind my 40K truck at my house and you can keep your pizza.
At this point I had to excuse myself and go to the office before I had an accident from holding in the laughter to much.
SPECIALTY PIZZA
This was a mild victory that my manager got to have a good chuckle at later.
SC: Do you still have that specialty pizza on sale?
Me: Sorry no.
SC: Well I want X pizza.
Me: OK, that will be XX dollars.
SC: It says right here *points to the board* that it is at a special price, you had better change your board.
Me: *leans forward* Ma'am that is the regular price of the pizza thats not a special price.
SC: Then why did you tell me it was XX. *starting to get smug*
Me: Tax and delivery.
SC: *huffs* Well, hmphh, hmphh. *walks away*
IT'S FOR THE KIDS
Along with the ideal that no good deed goes unpunished, my manager asked me to cover for him this past Saturday night (July 3) for those of you outside the US July 4th is a big day. I was nice I really could care less until it dawned on me what day that fell on and what would be happening, it was the the last night of the local county fair with "big" fireworks etc. Also what he failed to tell me was that the booth that we had every year worked with would be coming to pay for the pizzas they had been buying and then selling at the fair for a school club.
WC: Wrestling Team Coach
WA: Wrestling Coach Assitant
Me
D: Driver
WC: You need to add up X amount of pizzas. (by the way no hi, no greeting, nothing)
Me: Ok *pulls out calculator* it'll be XX dollars.
WC: And you need to deduct half the cost of the booth.
Me: Umm, well noone told me that so I'll have to call the manager.
*calls manager*
While on the phone with him he informs me that they also need to pay for four more pizzas from the night before. So I inform them of this.
WA: No we did not order those pizzas, and your driver told me when he came back out that he didn't deliver them.
I pass this along to Manager, he says yes they did he looked it up, blah, blah.
Anyway, the WA starts going off on the driver who just happens to be the driver from the night before. I tell him there is nothing I can do the computer says you ordered them they were delivered, there is nothing I can do. The WC just starts walking out the door, the WA is still going off about how the driver is trying to rob him which is funny since obviously I'm not going to pass the money off to the driver. As he walks out the door though I almost fell in the floor laughing when he yelled really loud "IT'S FOR THE FUCKING KIDS".
JUST WEIRD
So a guy came in that I thought I recognized his voice, but ehh, I hear a lot of people so it could be a coincidence. So he walks in and picks up one of our little counter placards and just shows me the picture of the advertisement on it. I think ok he can't talk, no biggie, not even the first time I've had to take someone's order who can't talk. So I say back very plainly cause, I'm hoping he can read lips "You want X". He says, mind you I did say says he can talk, that he wants X, so I ask him what he wants on it, already starting to get a little annoyed now.
I take his order and he just looks at me and says something along the lines of not needing to be so serious. And then it dawns on me, I had a guy fuss at a driver two weeks before when I took his order because I refused to deliver to his house without an address, and he started going on about how I should never be allowed on the phones again.
So we make his food and he comes back in, pulls out a checkbook and this is where the fun starts.
Me: Sorry we don't take checks.
SC: You won't take my check.
Me: Sorry no, we can't take checks.
SC: Can you get it delivered?
Me: *obviously can see where this is going* Yes it will be an additional charge for delivery, and the driver can't take your check either.
SC: *getting louder* Do you own this store?
Me: Nope.
SC: Is the person here who does?
Me: Nope, but the general manager is in. *I point to the manager*
SC: Get over here young man. *he repeats this a couple of times cause obviously the manager has no ideal he's being talked to*
M: Can I help you?
SC: This person won't take my check, *points to me* will you take my check?
M: We are not supposed to take checks.
SC: Well I want it delivered.
M: Ok, where do you need it to go, and the driver will also not be able to take your check.
SC: It's going to SC's house.
M: Ok, and what's that address.
SC: I'm SC its going to my house.
M: OK, and what's that address.
SC: You know what I'm going to go climb in my 40K car, and park it behind my 40K truck at my house and you can keep your pizza.
At this point I had to excuse myself and go to the office before I had an accident from holding in the laughter to much.
SPECIALTY PIZZA
This was a mild victory that my manager got to have a good chuckle at later.
SC: Do you still have that specialty pizza on sale?
Me: Sorry no.
SC: Well I want X pizza.
Me: OK, that will be XX dollars.
SC: It says right here *points to the board* that it is at a special price, you had better change your board.
Me: *leans forward* Ma'am that is the regular price of the pizza thats not a special price.
SC: Then why did you tell me it was XX. *starting to get smug*
Me: Tax and delivery.
SC: *huffs* Well, hmphh, hmphh. *walks away*
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