I am still at the games store part time, but I have recently started a new full time gig at a well known sandwich shop. Yeah it's not glamorous but the money is decent and I get to work with a good friend of mine so it works out.
Firstly, it amazes me how PICKY some people are about their sandwiches! It's not uncommon for me to hear something like:
"I want a 12 inch roast beef sandwich with tomatoes on only one side, three pieces of onion one pickle, mayo on both sides, mustard on one and five pieces of cheese."
Wow, I never knew a sandwich could be so complex!
Ok, on to the stories:
Well, F*** you too!
Lady comes in and orders a salad, first she wants me to practically cover the thing in cheese. A bit unusual but not a problem. Then I put the meat on and she gives me an odd look.
SC: Did you portions get smaller?
Me: I don't think so, this is is the same amount of meat we always put on this type of salad.
SC: Oh well I don't want it then. *walks away and leaves*
So I had to throw the whole salad in the garbage.
The funny thing about this is she would have been charged for the extra cheese and the way her attitude was I'm reasonably certain she would have thrown a fit when she found out about it.
The bigger they are...
I guess I know how to call them. A saw a huge hummer pull up to the shop and immediately thought "Something about this vehicle screams EW to me..." and it turns out I was right.
She comes in and wants breakfast.
SC: I want an english muffin
Me: Ok, what kind?
SC: One of THOSE (points to english muffins)
(okay lady, what you've just done here is like going into Dominos and saying you want a pizza. Details please!
Me: And what do you want on it?
SC: Chicken breast! (everything she said was curt, more like a demand than a request)
Me: Sorry, we can't do chicken on a breakfast sandwich, we can only do these (gestures to menu board)
SC: So I can't get chicken for breakfast?
(what did I just say dammit?)
Me: No you can't.
SC: Okay, give me an egg and cheese.
Me: Fine, your total is $x.xx (holds out hand)
SC: (proceeds to dump a pile of money on the counter and shoves it towards me)
Way to go lady, ignore the hand completely and practically throw your money at me. I hope to never see your face again.
Firstly, it amazes me how PICKY some people are about their sandwiches! It's not uncommon for me to hear something like:
"I want a 12 inch roast beef sandwich with tomatoes on only one side, three pieces of onion one pickle, mayo on both sides, mustard on one and five pieces of cheese."
Wow, I never knew a sandwich could be so complex!
Ok, on to the stories:
Well, F*** you too!
Lady comes in and orders a salad, first she wants me to practically cover the thing in cheese. A bit unusual but not a problem. Then I put the meat on and she gives me an odd look.
SC: Did you portions get smaller?
Me: I don't think so, this is is the same amount of meat we always put on this type of salad.
SC: Oh well I don't want it then. *walks away and leaves*
So I had to throw the whole salad in the garbage.

The funny thing about this is she would have been charged for the extra cheese and the way her attitude was I'm reasonably certain she would have thrown a fit when she found out about it.
The bigger they are...
I guess I know how to call them. A saw a huge hummer pull up to the shop and immediately thought "Something about this vehicle screams EW to me..." and it turns out I was right.
She comes in and wants breakfast.
SC: I want an english muffin
Me: Ok, what kind?
SC: One of THOSE (points to english muffins)
(okay lady, what you've just done here is like going into Dominos and saying you want a pizza. Details please!
Me: And what do you want on it?
SC: Chicken breast! (everything she said was curt, more like a demand than a request)
Me: Sorry, we can't do chicken on a breakfast sandwich, we can only do these (gestures to menu board)
SC: So I can't get chicken for breakfast?
(what did I just say dammit?)
Me: No you can't.
SC: Okay, give me an egg and cheese.
Me: Fine, your total is $x.xx (holds out hand)
SC: (proceeds to dump a pile of money on the counter and shoves it towards me)
Way to go lady, ignore the hand completely and practically throw your money at me. I hope to never see your face again.
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