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More Subway SCs and Idiots.
I have a lot of interesting stories over the last few days. It never fails that Subway brings out the stupidest/meanest of people. Like most of my posts there's going to be some language so I'm warning you now.
MORE Big Bill Woes.
I am so sick and tired of the big bill issue it isn't even funny. What is the point of having TWO signs in our store stating "NO BILLS LARGER THAN $20" when no one even sees/reads them. Another thing is that there is absolutely NO logical reason whatsoever to even have $100 bills in your wallet unless you are on your way to buy a brand new TV/pay an expensive bill or something. You have to actually go out of your way to get $100s because the ATMs even ask you what denomination you want your money in, and so does a bank, so why the fuck do people get them and then KNOW that most places won't take them/can't break them? It boggles my mind and I hate it.
A husband, wife, and a couple of their kids order some sandwiches and I'm the lucky one that has to ring them up. I tell them the total and the husband hands me a - you guessed it, a $100 dollar bill. FML.
Me: We actually don't take any bills over $20
SC: Well then I can't pay for it!
Me: We are not allowed to take bills higher than a $20, do you have a debit/credit card?
SC: Nope.
Me: (seething inwardly but since the order was over $20 dollars and it was kind of busy I didn't feel like holding my ground even on principle, which I usually do because I'm so passionately against the big bill assholes) Since the order is over $20 I will take it this time, but are really not supposed to.
SC: I don't see anywhere where it says you guys can't take bills higher than a $20.
Me: (Oh, not this shit again!) *Goes into my speech about how there are actually TWO signs in our store and the location of said signs which state this rule.*
SC: (more to himself than me as he was walking to the table to eat) I had this same problem at the gas station earlier today.
No shit, Sherlock! That's because no one likes to be inconvenienced by your monetary penis enlargers!
"That's Because You're Going too God Damned Fast!"
Yep. I reduced a grown man to throwing a full blown temper tantrum at me in the store because I was too efficient and fast for his tastes. Apparently he wanted to wait 25 minutes for me to do each of their 6 sandwiches one at a time or something.
Him and his wife come in and they have a list and say they want 6 sandwiches. (Oh, joy!) To be as efficient and fast as possible, (I also take this as a personal challenge to myself to keep me mentally occupied at work) I do multiple sandwich orders like this in sections. First I want all the breads. Don't even start telling me what the sandwiches ARE yet, I want breads only. Once I get past breads, then I have them tell me what each one is. After all the meats are put on, I want the cheeses, and so on and so on. Same with veggies. I'm gonna ask you if you want lettuce, etc on ALL of them because I do the "Process of elimination" method. It's fast and efficient as shit, and most people think it's awesome/or are shocked that I can actually pull it off.
SH= Sucky Husband
W= Wife. She was actually cool and was on my side.
Me = Me
It also seemed that everytime the husband opened his mouth, he was talking to me like I was stupid, which kind of pissed me off, and he also kept butting in when the wife was trying to tell me things.
Me: (after the breads are all out) Ok, what type of sandwiches are they ALL going to be?
W: (her list seemed pretty organized) Ok, the first one is a blah, the second one is a blah, the 3rd wheat is a turkey, and the 4th roasted garlic is a spicy.
Me: *just finishing the meats on the turkey and was about halfway done with the next spicy when the husband suddenly butts in*
SH: You put the wrong meat on that one! That meat is supposed to be where you put the turkey. (It's hard to convey his tone in text but he said it in a way that made it seem like there was a mechanical problem on a NASA space shuttle that started to spike my urge to kill rising meter.)
Me: *Without looking up I simply switch the meats in like half a second to prove to him it isn't a big fucking deal and continued on with the meats of the other sandwiches* (I also heard him whispering something bitchy to his wife and I knew it was about me, but I didn't give a shit.)
Me: Ok, what kind of cheese are they all going to have?
W: *Lists me the cheeses* Oh, the turkey and the spicy meats are actually on the wrong breads (AKA: Where the HUSBAND said I had them done wrong, and ordered me to change them, when they were already in the correct spots in the first place!) (the wife told me about the mix up in a nice way though)
Me: Oh, he (husband) told me a second ago that I had them wrong when they were that way. (Yeah, I admit, I *probably* shouldn't have said that but he had already pulled some douchy things so I said it as a form of revenge and to knock his self-importance down a few pegs.)
And this is where he loses his shit. He starts screaming expletives and shouting at me "That's because you're doing too God damn fast blah blah blah!"
Me: Look, I'm just trying to get these 6 sandwiches done as efficiently as possible. (But by that point he had already ran out the door before I could finish the word "sandwiches".)
When he had his cuss word filled tantrum there was a parent and some kids sitting down and eating. I guess they got a show with their dinner. Apparently he was outside causing a huge rage fit or something but I never looked outside. Me and Co worker just stared at each other with a "WTF" expression and then the wife said, "Oh, don't worry about him, you're doing fine." I told her that this was one of the first times I had ever had someone get mad at me for being fast. She just told me not to worry about him. I wanted to ask her "Why did you even marry someone like that?" but didn't because I needed her to be on my side because I know that dude wanted me fired.
Everything else went really smoothy at this point and we got all the sandwiches done and she wished me a better day when she left.
I still had the last laugh because his sandwich was the last one (a teriyaki), and before all the shit went down he said he did NOT want his sandwich toasted, and when my CW asked the wife if that one was toasted, the wife said "Go ahead and toast it. He gets what he gets." So it got toasted. And he also didn't get any sweet onion sauce on it because wife never specified any sauce for that sandwich. (usually it comes on it but since she didn't say anything I didn't ask.)
Larry Had a Little Lamb.
As I'm ringing up a customer's order, a guy comes in and my CW goes to help him. I don't remember exactly what he said but I overheard him saying he wanted the "lamb" sandwich. My CW told him that we don't have a lamb sandwich, and of course, he said "I just had it last week!"
I'm just looking at my CW and told him "We have never had a lamb sandwich." He mumbled something and left.
THIS. IS. SUBWAAAY!
A guy comes in and CW goes up to help him, and this is what he says.
Guy: I'll take a vanilla or a chocolate milkshake.
CW: Uh, we don't have milkshakes here. All we have is regular milk or chocolate milk in the cooler.
Guy: Oh........*leaves*
WTF. There is a Mc Donalds literally across from us that would have what he's looking for.
MORE Big Bill Woes.
I am so sick and tired of the big bill issue it isn't even funny. What is the point of having TWO signs in our store stating "NO BILLS LARGER THAN $20" when no one even sees/reads them. Another thing is that there is absolutely NO logical reason whatsoever to even have $100 bills in your wallet unless you are on your way to buy a brand new TV/pay an expensive bill or something. You have to actually go out of your way to get $100s because the ATMs even ask you what denomination you want your money in, and so does a bank, so why the fuck do people get them and then KNOW that most places won't take them/can't break them? It boggles my mind and I hate it.
A husband, wife, and a couple of their kids order some sandwiches and I'm the lucky one that has to ring them up. I tell them the total and the husband hands me a - you guessed it, a $100 dollar bill. FML.
Me: We actually don't take any bills over $20
SC: Well then I can't pay for it!
Me: We are not allowed to take bills higher than a $20, do you have a debit/credit card?
SC: Nope.
Me: (seething inwardly but since the order was over $20 dollars and it was kind of busy I didn't feel like holding my ground even on principle, which I usually do because I'm so passionately against the big bill assholes) Since the order is over $20 I will take it this time, but are really not supposed to.
SC: I don't see anywhere where it says you guys can't take bills higher than a $20.
Me: (Oh, not this shit again!) *Goes into my speech about how there are actually TWO signs in our store and the location of said signs which state this rule.*
SC: (more to himself than me as he was walking to the table to eat) I had this same problem at the gas station earlier today.
No shit, Sherlock! That's because no one likes to be inconvenienced by your monetary penis enlargers!
"That's Because You're Going too God Damned Fast!"
Yep. I reduced a grown man to throwing a full blown temper tantrum at me in the store because I was too efficient and fast for his tastes. Apparently he wanted to wait 25 minutes for me to do each of their 6 sandwiches one at a time or something.
Him and his wife come in and they have a list and say they want 6 sandwiches. (Oh, joy!) To be as efficient and fast as possible, (I also take this as a personal challenge to myself to keep me mentally occupied at work) I do multiple sandwich orders like this in sections. First I want all the breads. Don't even start telling me what the sandwiches ARE yet, I want breads only. Once I get past breads, then I have them tell me what each one is. After all the meats are put on, I want the cheeses, and so on and so on. Same with veggies. I'm gonna ask you if you want lettuce, etc on ALL of them because I do the "Process of elimination" method. It's fast and efficient as shit, and most people think it's awesome/or are shocked that I can actually pull it off.
SH= Sucky Husband
W= Wife. She was actually cool and was on my side.
Me = Me
It also seemed that everytime the husband opened his mouth, he was talking to me like I was stupid, which kind of pissed me off, and he also kept butting in when the wife was trying to tell me things.
Me: (after the breads are all out) Ok, what type of sandwiches are they ALL going to be?
W: (her list seemed pretty organized) Ok, the first one is a blah, the second one is a blah, the 3rd wheat is a turkey, and the 4th roasted garlic is a spicy.
Me: *just finishing the meats on the turkey and was about halfway done with the next spicy when the husband suddenly butts in*
SH: You put the wrong meat on that one! That meat is supposed to be where you put the turkey. (It's hard to convey his tone in text but he said it in a way that made it seem like there was a mechanical problem on a NASA space shuttle that started to spike my urge to kill rising meter.)
Me: *Without looking up I simply switch the meats in like half a second to prove to him it isn't a big fucking deal and continued on with the meats of the other sandwiches* (I also heard him whispering something bitchy to his wife and I knew it was about me, but I didn't give a shit.)
Me: Ok, what kind of cheese are they all going to have?
W: *Lists me the cheeses* Oh, the turkey and the spicy meats are actually on the wrong breads (AKA: Where the HUSBAND said I had them done wrong, and ordered me to change them, when they were already in the correct spots in the first place!) (the wife told me about the mix up in a nice way though)
Me: Oh, he (husband) told me a second ago that I had them wrong when they were that way. (Yeah, I admit, I *probably* shouldn't have said that but he had already pulled some douchy things so I said it as a form of revenge and to knock his self-importance down a few pegs.)
And this is where he loses his shit. He starts screaming expletives and shouting at me "That's because you're doing too God damn fast blah blah blah!"
Me: Look, I'm just trying to get these 6 sandwiches done as efficiently as possible. (But by that point he had already ran out the door before I could finish the word "sandwiches".)
When he had his cuss word filled tantrum there was a parent and some kids sitting down and eating. I guess they got a show with their dinner. Apparently he was outside causing a huge rage fit or something but I never looked outside. Me and Co worker just stared at each other with a "WTF" expression and then the wife said, "Oh, don't worry about him, you're doing fine." I told her that this was one of the first times I had ever had someone get mad at me for being fast. She just told me not to worry about him. I wanted to ask her "Why did you even marry someone like that?" but didn't because I needed her to be on my side because I know that dude wanted me fired.
Everything else went really smoothy at this point and we got all the sandwiches done and she wished me a better day when she left.
I still had the last laugh because his sandwich was the last one (a teriyaki), and before all the shit went down he said he did NOT want his sandwich toasted, and when my CW asked the wife if that one was toasted, the wife said "Go ahead and toast it. He gets what he gets." So it got toasted. And he also didn't get any sweet onion sauce on it because wife never specified any sauce for that sandwich. (usually it comes on it but since she didn't say anything I didn't ask.)
Larry Had a Little Lamb.
As I'm ringing up a customer's order, a guy comes in and my CW goes to help him. I don't remember exactly what he said but I overheard him saying he wanted the "lamb" sandwich. My CW told him that we don't have a lamb sandwich, and of course, he said "I just had it last week!"
I'm just looking at my CW and told him "We have never had a lamb sandwich." He mumbled something and left.
THIS. IS. SUBWAAAY!
A guy comes in and CW goes up to help him, and this is what he says.
Guy: I'll take a vanilla or a chocolate milkshake.
CW: Uh, we don't have milkshakes here. All we have is regular milk or chocolate milk in the cooler.
Guy: Oh........*leaves*
WTF. There is a Mc Donalds literally across from us that would have what he's looking for.
I haven't worked food service in some time, but I can imagine someone paying with large denominations would be quite the PITA vs. a retail situation with lots of high end stuff to sell.
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