Bread Racism
The phone rings, and I get this guy.
Me: "Restaurant, how can I help?"
SC: "Yeah, I was wondering what kinds of bread you have for your dinner plates?"
Me: "Well, we've got buns, regular sandwich bread, and Texas toast. Oh, and hot dog buns."
SC: "Excuse me?"
Me: "The kinds of breads we have are (repeats above)."
SC: "Let me talk to your manager."
I grab Boss Child and tell her that a customer wants to talk to her. A few minutes later, Boss Child returns and tells me what was going on.
Apparently, Bread Guy thought I was "rude and racist" for not knowing what kinds of bread we had and that he "knew the South was prejudiced, but not this bad!" Neither Boss Child nor myself know what the hell that was all about.
Sauce Insanity
Me: (answers phone) "Restaurant, how can I help you?"
SC: "Yeah, I ordered some fish from y'all and y'all's didn't give me no tartar sauce!"
Me: "I'm sorry about that, if you'd like you can swing back around we can give you some. If you're still close that is."
SC: "Just let me talk to your goddamn manager!"
So, I grab Boss Child and she gets to deal with him. I listen to Boss Child's side.
Boss Child: "Yes...I'm sorry ab-...Sir, if you can't stop using that kind of lang-...Actually, I'm the owner...Have you been using that language with my employee?...Well, whether you got tartar sauce or not, that's not a reason to act like a six year old throwing a tantrum...Yes, I am belittling you, and I'm surprised you know a word that big. Yes, thank you, you won't be missed. Bye now."
Me:
The phone rings, and I get this guy.
Me: "Restaurant, how can I help?"
SC: "Yeah, I was wondering what kinds of bread you have for your dinner plates?"
Me: "Well, we've got buns, regular sandwich bread, and Texas toast. Oh, and hot dog buns."
SC: "Excuse me?"
Me: "The kinds of breads we have are (repeats above)."
SC: "Let me talk to your manager."
I grab Boss Child and tell her that a customer wants to talk to her. A few minutes later, Boss Child returns and tells me what was going on.
Apparently, Bread Guy thought I was "rude and racist" for not knowing what kinds of bread we had and that he "knew the South was prejudiced, but not this bad!" Neither Boss Child nor myself know what the hell that was all about.
Sauce Insanity
Me: (answers phone) "Restaurant, how can I help you?"
SC: "Yeah, I ordered some fish from y'all and y'all's didn't give me no tartar sauce!"
Me: "I'm sorry about that, if you'd like you can swing back around we can give you some. If you're still close that is."
SC: "Just let me talk to your goddamn manager!"
So, I grab Boss Child and she gets to deal with him. I listen to Boss Child's side.
Boss Child: "Yes...I'm sorry ab-...Sir, if you can't stop using that kind of lang-...Actually, I'm the owner...Have you been using that language with my employee?...Well, whether you got tartar sauce or not, that's not a reason to act like a six year old throwing a tantrum...Yes, I am belittling you, and I'm surprised you know a word that big. Yes, thank you, you won't be missed. Bye now."
Me:


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