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Now, I'm just a lowly worker. We have 12 employees, no more than 2 working at a time (Except Friday nights)
It's a DEAD Sunday afternoon. In a 3-hour period, we have 8 customers. One man comes up,
"I' take some moh' wings"
I'm sorry?
"Some moh' wings"
...? Hot wings, honey wings, or regular wings?
"Moh' wings"
........? (I point to the honey wings, with a quizzical look on my face) These?
"Yeah"
How many?
"'bout nine'
So, I get nine together. Mark it down.
“Four dollas?”
Yes
“Shiiit, expensive”
Sorry, I can’t help the prices
His wife comes up, turns out they wanted regular wings – which are even MORE expensive. Took five minutes to convince them that I can’t control the prices of the wings.
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“I’ll take the four piece chicken”
“Would you like the bucket or the dinner?”
“THE FOUR PIECE”
“I understand you want four pieces of chicken. Do you want the four-piece chicken bucket, which is just chicken, or do you want the dinner, which comes with six wedges and a roll?”
“THE FOUR PIECE”
So, I make him the bucket
“WHERE’S THE WEDGES AND ROLL?”
Ugh.
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Again, we have a stack of photocopied menus, in addition to the one taped to the counter. Someone will waste a good five minutes of my time reading over the entire menu, then pull one off the stack, set it RIGHT ON TOP of the taped one, and read THAT one too – it’s the same thing! Do they put it back? No. Do they tidy up that stack that they knocked askew? No.
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Krista and I are towards the back, she’s cleaning the breader, I’m filtering the fryer. We can see the counter from where we’re standing (Layout of the store).
Suddenly, we hear a drunken “Why the hell are you guys ignoring me?”. Krista and I look at each other, wander up to the front, and the guy is standing on the other side of the case, practically holding himself up with it. He starts swearing about how he wants chicken. Ten “m***erf***ing”’s later, we determine he wants 5 regular wings. He continues to say “motherf*****” the entire time. Wanders away, comes back, says it twice for good measure, and finally leaves.
Ok, I’m done now. I just wanna head home and call Mor.
Thanks for letting me vent.
It's a DEAD Sunday afternoon. In a 3-hour period, we have 8 customers. One man comes up,
"I' take some moh' wings"
I'm sorry?
"Some moh' wings"
...? Hot wings, honey wings, or regular wings?
"Moh' wings"
........? (I point to the honey wings, with a quizzical look on my face) These?
"Yeah"
How many?
"'bout nine'
So, I get nine together. Mark it down.
“Four dollas?”
Yes
“Shiiit, expensive”
Sorry, I can’t help the prices
His wife comes up, turns out they wanted regular wings – which are even MORE expensive. Took five minutes to convince them that I can’t control the prices of the wings.
---
“I’ll take the four piece chicken”
“Would you like the bucket or the dinner?”
“THE FOUR PIECE”
“I understand you want four pieces of chicken. Do you want the four-piece chicken bucket, which is just chicken, or do you want the dinner, which comes with six wedges and a roll?”
“THE FOUR PIECE”
So, I make him the bucket
“WHERE’S THE WEDGES AND ROLL?”
Ugh.
---
Again, we have a stack of photocopied menus, in addition to the one taped to the counter. Someone will waste a good five minutes of my time reading over the entire menu, then pull one off the stack, set it RIGHT ON TOP of the taped one, and read THAT one too – it’s the same thing! Do they put it back? No. Do they tidy up that stack that they knocked askew? No.
---
Krista and I are towards the back, she’s cleaning the breader, I’m filtering the fryer. We can see the counter from where we’re standing (Layout of the store).
Suddenly, we hear a drunken “Why the hell are you guys ignoring me?”. Krista and I look at each other, wander up to the front, and the guy is standing on the other side of the case, practically holding himself up with it. He starts swearing about how he wants chicken. Ten “m***erf***ing”’s later, we determine he wants 5 regular wings. He continues to say “motherf*****” the entire time. Wanders away, comes back, says it twice for good measure, and finally leaves.
Ok, I’m done now. I just wanna head home and call Mor.
Thanks for letting me vent.
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