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Subway is such a SC magnet.
I've been meaning to make a new post about the SCs I have been dealing with over the last month or two, but then when I re-think about what happened it makes me angry all over again knowing that these are the type of people I have to deal with at my job. It's almost better for me to just not think about it when I'm not at work to help my already above normal level blood pressure. But at this moment I feel up for a post.
This will be a collection of stories that have happened over the course of about two or so months. *the ones that stick out in my mind*
"The Pizza is a Lie!"
You would think that me working at a SANDWICH shop, I should never have to tell a story that involves pizza, but alas, I do. This tale started off with my co-worker, but then became my "problem" at the end, for no reason other than charging the guy the correct price for a veggie pizza.
Me = Me
Co-worker = O
SC = BPM (burnt pizza man, not beats per minute, lol)
BPM comes into the store while I'm currently with another customer. My co-worker, O, starts to help him. He tells her that he wants a veggie pizza, so O starts to make it for him, and puts his chosen veggies that he wants on it before sticking it in the toaster.
Keep in mind that we have an actual "pizza" setting on our toaster that normally toasts the sandwiches. If you don't use this setting, the pizza will not toast properly and will most likely still be cold in the middle if you take it out too soon.
Once the toaster goes off, O takes the pizza out of the toaster and puts it on the sandwich line, and that's when BPM starts goes SC mode. He starts proclaiming that his pizza was burnt beyond belief. (by the way, the pizza was NOT BURNT at all. I even took a picture of it just for this forum because I knew this would turn into a story here)
BPM: That pizza is burnt!
O: It isn't burnt, that's how they are supposed to look like when they come out.
BPM: No, that pizza is burnt!
O: This is how long we have to toast the pizzas or else they will still be cold in the middle, but if you want I can make you a new one and toast it for less, but I will have to put it in the microwave to finish cooking.
BPM: Yeah, I'd like a new one! Because I'd like to have one that ISN'T burnt, you know! And I can take it home and microwave it myself.
I was watching this whole exchange and thinking how outrageously obtuse the guy was being. I was also starving my ass off and was willing to eat anything just to get something in my stomach. (even a Subway pizza) so when O was about to toss the pizza I say "Hey, don't throw that away, I'll eat it! I just gotta throw some pepperoni on it and it'll be good to go." (also to rub it in to the SC that the pizza was completely edible to someone else) So she puts it aside for me to eat a piece of later.
After O takes out the second one, apparently that one's to his liking as he didn't bitch about it being burnt this time. She puts it in the box and I go to ring him up. I pressed the "veggie pizza" button on the computer which came out to $3.99 plus tax, which around here makes it $4.37.
Me: So I have one veggie pizza, anything else?
BPM: No.
Me: Ok, that will be $4.37.
BPM hands me a $20, and as I'm ringing it out he suddenly gets an inverted cat butt face.
BPM: How much did you charge me?????
Me: $4.37... (the cost of a veggie pizza, you ignoramus)
BPM: Who's the manager?!
Me: The manager is A, and she will be here in the morning.
BPM then storms out without saying another word. We never heard anything from him after that. How dare I charge him the correct price for a veggie pizza!
And here's the pizza that was "burnt." (minus the piece I ate from it)
"I was Never Taught the Words Please or Thank You."
This guy had me seeing red. I still wish I would have just thrown his sandwich away after he pulled his stunt but it was already essentially finished and it took me by suprise.
About two weekends ago there was a big thing going on in Seattle called Sea Fair, so we had a lot of out of towners coming into my Subway that day on their way to Sea Fair. For the most part they were alright, except this one guy who I was hoping he got into a car accident on his way there.
At first he was normal, aside from this "higher class" aura that was emitting from him like a musk. But at the end I found out how much of a self-important condescending fucktard he really is.
Me=Me
DB=DOUCHEBAG
So far everything is fine up until doing the veggies on his sandwich.
DB: Lettuce, tomato, blah blah, onion...
Me: *putting on the onions...*
DB: MORE.
Me: *Puts on more onions*
DB: Olives.
Me: *doing olives*
DB: MORE. (keep in mind he was saying this in a very demanding tone as if I was his servent. It was starting to really get under my skin.)
Now onto the sauces, this is where it hits the fan...
DB: Mayo.
Me: *puts on mayo*
DB: MORE.
This is where I stop what I am doing and look up directly at him and glare. (I wanted to ask him right there if his parents ever taught him to say please or thank you) Then he said this which made me seeth with rage....
DB: Keep smiling, kid.
Me: *trying to resist the urge to jump over the counter and choke him to death* I'm actually 25 years old...
I don't remember if he said anything else because by that time I was done wrapping his stupid sandwich and as far as I was concerned I was done dealing with him. If I could go back in time I would have chucked his whole damn sandwich into the trash, and I wouldn't have cared if he complained. Most likely not because he was just passing through and not even a regular. But that was the pinnacle of disrespect to me and I refuse to let anyone talk to me like that. That son of a bitch.
Luckily my shift was nearly over but I went home in a very bad mood, and my day only got worse from there. (not work related stuff)
To all the "NINE GRAIN-ers"
Apparently your parents never taught you how to be specific with anything in life or to read something out completely. Where else on earth is it completely acceptable to only say the sub-category of what you want? To me this is no different in any way than walking into a fast food joint or somewhere else and saying "I'll have a burger" or a coffee place and going "I'll have a coffee." WHAT KIND? Epic common sense fail.
To the person who walked in during the middle of the lunch rush and wanted 15 sandwiches on the spot....
....Screw you and that inconsiderate horse you rode in on.
I actually had to tell the customer after this person that they would be better off going to the Subway down the road so they wouldn't have to wait as long. But they didn't know where it was so they had to tough it out.
Yesterday's Pwnage Still Smells Sweet.
Last story but also the only one with a happy ending. A happy ending of pwnage.
This young couple (early 20's) came in and wanted just one 6 inch sandwich. As I was ringing them up, here's what happened:
Me: Your total is $4.38
SC (the guy in this case): *pulls out a wad of money including various currencies* He tries to hand me the $100 dollar bill. (Way to try to feel self-important, too bad it's gonna backfire!)
Me: We don't take any bills larger than a $20. (there were also no $20's in my till at the time)
Him: *rolls eyes and gives me a $10 out of the stack of cash he was holding* I don't see any signs!
Me: (I basically have this rehearsed and memorized by now) Actually we have TWO signs. One on the door when you walk in and one on the sneezeguard right next to the picture of the bread choices.
His girlfriend just stood there looking like she was trying not to laugh. The guy didn't say anything else and after I handed him his change he left pretty fast with his tail between his legs. Serves him right for trying to be a cocky little biatch with his wad of money and also for trying to use us as his personal bank.
This will be a collection of stories that have happened over the course of about two or so months. *the ones that stick out in my mind*
"The Pizza is a Lie!"
You would think that me working at a SANDWICH shop, I should never have to tell a story that involves pizza, but alas, I do. This tale started off with my co-worker, but then became my "problem" at the end, for no reason other than charging the guy the correct price for a veggie pizza.
Me = Me
Co-worker = O
SC = BPM (burnt pizza man, not beats per minute, lol)
BPM comes into the store while I'm currently with another customer. My co-worker, O, starts to help him. He tells her that he wants a veggie pizza, so O starts to make it for him, and puts his chosen veggies that he wants on it before sticking it in the toaster.
Keep in mind that we have an actual "pizza" setting on our toaster that normally toasts the sandwiches. If you don't use this setting, the pizza will not toast properly and will most likely still be cold in the middle if you take it out too soon.
Once the toaster goes off, O takes the pizza out of the toaster and puts it on the sandwich line, and that's when BPM starts goes SC mode. He starts proclaiming that his pizza was burnt beyond belief. (by the way, the pizza was NOT BURNT at all. I even took a picture of it just for this forum because I knew this would turn into a story here)
BPM: That pizza is burnt!
O: It isn't burnt, that's how they are supposed to look like when they come out.
BPM: No, that pizza is burnt!
O: This is how long we have to toast the pizzas or else they will still be cold in the middle, but if you want I can make you a new one and toast it for less, but I will have to put it in the microwave to finish cooking.
BPM: Yeah, I'd like a new one! Because I'd like to have one that ISN'T burnt, you know! And I can take it home and microwave it myself.
I was watching this whole exchange and thinking how outrageously obtuse the guy was being. I was also starving my ass off and was willing to eat anything just to get something in my stomach. (even a Subway pizza) so when O was about to toss the pizza I say "Hey, don't throw that away, I'll eat it! I just gotta throw some pepperoni on it and it'll be good to go." (also to rub it in to the SC that the pizza was completely edible to someone else) So she puts it aside for me to eat a piece of later.
After O takes out the second one, apparently that one's to his liking as he didn't bitch about it being burnt this time. She puts it in the box and I go to ring him up. I pressed the "veggie pizza" button on the computer which came out to $3.99 plus tax, which around here makes it $4.37.
Me: So I have one veggie pizza, anything else?
BPM: No.
Me: Ok, that will be $4.37.
BPM hands me a $20, and as I'm ringing it out he suddenly gets an inverted cat butt face.
BPM: How much did you charge me?????
Me: $4.37... (the cost of a veggie pizza, you ignoramus)
BPM: Who's the manager?!
Me: The manager is A, and she will be here in the morning.
BPM then storms out without saying another word. We never heard anything from him after that. How dare I charge him the correct price for a veggie pizza!
And here's the pizza that was "burnt." (minus the piece I ate from it)
"I was Never Taught the Words Please or Thank You."
This guy had me seeing red. I still wish I would have just thrown his sandwich away after he pulled his stunt but it was already essentially finished and it took me by suprise.
About two weekends ago there was a big thing going on in Seattle called Sea Fair, so we had a lot of out of towners coming into my Subway that day on their way to Sea Fair. For the most part they were alright, except this one guy who I was hoping he got into a car accident on his way there.
At first he was normal, aside from this "higher class" aura that was emitting from him like a musk. But at the end I found out how much of a self-important condescending fucktard he really is.
Me=Me
DB=DOUCHEBAG
So far everything is fine up until doing the veggies on his sandwich.
DB: Lettuce, tomato, blah blah, onion...
Me: *putting on the onions...*
DB: MORE.
Me: *Puts on more onions*
DB: Olives.
Me: *doing olives*
DB: MORE. (keep in mind he was saying this in a very demanding tone as if I was his servent. It was starting to really get under my skin.)
Now onto the sauces, this is where it hits the fan...
DB: Mayo.
Me: *puts on mayo*
DB: MORE.
This is where I stop what I am doing and look up directly at him and glare. (I wanted to ask him right there if his parents ever taught him to say please or thank you) Then he said this which made me seeth with rage....
DB: Keep smiling, kid.
Me: *trying to resist the urge to jump over the counter and choke him to death* I'm actually 25 years old...
I don't remember if he said anything else because by that time I was done wrapping his stupid sandwich and as far as I was concerned I was done dealing with him. If I could go back in time I would have chucked his whole damn sandwich into the trash, and I wouldn't have cared if he complained. Most likely not because he was just passing through and not even a regular. But that was the pinnacle of disrespect to me and I refuse to let anyone talk to me like that. That son of a bitch.
Luckily my shift was nearly over but I went home in a very bad mood, and my day only got worse from there. (not work related stuff)
To all the "NINE GRAIN-ers"
Apparently your parents never taught you how to be specific with anything in life or to read something out completely. Where else on earth is it completely acceptable to only say the sub-category of what you want? To me this is no different in any way than walking into a fast food joint or somewhere else and saying "I'll have a burger" or a coffee place and going "I'll have a coffee." WHAT KIND? Epic common sense fail.
To the person who walked in during the middle of the lunch rush and wanted 15 sandwiches on the spot....
....Screw you and that inconsiderate horse you rode in on.
I actually had to tell the customer after this person that they would be better off going to the Subway down the road so they wouldn't have to wait as long. But they didn't know where it was so they had to tough it out.
Yesterday's Pwnage Still Smells Sweet.
Last story but also the only one with a happy ending. A happy ending of pwnage.
This young couple (early 20's) came in and wanted just one 6 inch sandwich. As I was ringing them up, here's what happened:
Me: Your total is $4.38
SC (the guy in this case): *pulls out a wad of money including various currencies* He tries to hand me the $100 dollar bill. (Way to try to feel self-important, too bad it's gonna backfire!)
Me: We don't take any bills larger than a $20. (there were also no $20's in my till at the time)
Him: *rolls eyes and gives me a $10 out of the stack of cash he was holding* I don't see any signs!
Me: (I basically have this rehearsed and memorized by now) Actually we have TWO signs. One on the door when you walk in and one on the sneezeguard right next to the picture of the bread choices.
His girlfriend just stood there looking like she was trying not to laugh. The guy didn't say anything else and after I handed him his change he left pretty fast with his tail between his legs. Serves him right for trying to be a cocky little biatch with his wad of money and also for trying to use us as his personal bank.
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