Today I was making food in back with Q. I really like working with Q because we sync really well together and I can read her train of thought well and vice versa which was good because we were absolutely slammed. Like, a line out the door which is rare for inside. Also, most of the orders were massive with a few smaller orders tossed in here and there. It sucked major ass.
So there we were, pushing out orders like nobody's business when we come across something odd. It said "2 s~ch---" *the --- are letters we couldn't make out because the print is smaller*. After some thought, we decided it was 2 sides of chunky salsa because the "s~" means side and we thought it said "chsal" for chunky salsa. So, I popped 2 cups of salsa in a bag and called out the order number multiple times as loud as I could. Nothing. I called it again and again and again. Nothing. Finally, I just thought, "fuck this, I have 20 or so other orders to make; I don't have time to babysit 2 salsa cups until this idiot decides to show up", and walked away.
We burn though the other orders, but during the last 4 orders, this woman was standing at the counter just glaring at me. Whenever I handed out an order, she would glare more intensly. I thought she had something to say, so I stood there and stared back for a moment. She stayed silent so I walked back to the kitchen. Repeat this x4 until my last order was done. I call out the last order, let's just say 184.
SH: What order did you say?!!! *everything she says is in a loud, screaming bitchy tone*
Me: 184.
SH: What order did you say?!!!
Me: 184.
SH: I'm order 168! How DAAAAARRREEE you be on order 184!!!!!111!!!
Me: ......
SH: YOOOUUUUUU skipped MEEEEEE!!! How DAAAARRREEEE you make those orders before MIIIINNNEEE!!!!
Me: What was your order?
SH: 2 sides of CHICKEN!
Me: *realised what happened and sees the 2 cups of salsa still on the counter* Oh, I'm sorry mam. We thought it said 2 sides of salsa. I handed it out a while ago.
SH: *jabs a talon at the poor little cashier girl* SHEEEE rang it up wrong!! How DAAARREE she mess up my order!!! She said she rang up chicken!!!
Me: She did. We read it wrong.
SH: I've been waiting here for 25 *yeah right* minutes! I finished all my food! How long does it take to make 2 sides of chicken!?!!! It doesn't take 25 minutes to make chicken!
Me: I'm sorry for the wait, but we did make your order. We just read the screen wrong. I'll go get your chicken right now.
SH: *keeps screaming about how dare I make order 184 and I'm slow I'm blind I'm rude yada yada yada*
Me: Mam, I'm going to get your chicken now.
SH: *keeps screaming*
Me: Mam, stop yelling! I'm getting your order now!
SH: *keeps yelling*
Me: Whatever. *walks away*
SH: *keeps yelling after me*
I bring Q up to speed while getting her 2 sides of chicken. Q loves dealing with SC's just so she can tell them off so she offered to hand it out. SH bitched at Q and continued her one sided debate with her. Q, well, she just laughed hystarically and walked away. SH demanded her money back, so Mr. Dave went up and did a refund for 2 sides of chicken, scooped the bag off the counter before she could dig her claws into it and threw in in the trash. SH threw a fit saying she wanted her chicken yada yada.
MD: You can have your food, or the refund. Take your pick.
SH: SCREEEEEEAARRRGGHHHHHBLAFFFFEEEEEKK!!! *stomps off*
Me: Bitch....
So there we were, pushing out orders like nobody's business when we come across something odd. It said "2 s~ch---" *the --- are letters we couldn't make out because the print is smaller*. After some thought, we decided it was 2 sides of chunky salsa because the "s~" means side and we thought it said "chsal" for chunky salsa. So, I popped 2 cups of salsa in a bag and called out the order number multiple times as loud as I could. Nothing. I called it again and again and again. Nothing. Finally, I just thought, "fuck this, I have 20 or so other orders to make; I don't have time to babysit 2 salsa cups until this idiot decides to show up", and walked away.
We burn though the other orders, but during the last 4 orders, this woman was standing at the counter just glaring at me. Whenever I handed out an order, she would glare more intensly. I thought she had something to say, so I stood there and stared back for a moment. She stayed silent so I walked back to the kitchen. Repeat this x4 until my last order was done. I call out the last order, let's just say 184.
SH: What order did you say?!!! *everything she says is in a loud, screaming bitchy tone*
Me: 184.
SH: What order did you say?!!!
Me: 184.
SH: I'm order 168! How DAAAAARRREEE you be on order 184!!!!!111!!!
Me: ......
SH: YOOOUUUUUU skipped MEEEEEE!!! How DAAAARRREEEE you make those orders before MIIIINNNEEE!!!!
Me: What was your order?
SH: 2 sides of CHICKEN!
Me: *realised what happened and sees the 2 cups of salsa still on the counter* Oh, I'm sorry mam. We thought it said 2 sides of salsa. I handed it out a while ago.
SH: *jabs a talon at the poor little cashier girl* SHEEEE rang it up wrong!! How DAAARREE she mess up my order!!! She said she rang up chicken!!!
Me: She did. We read it wrong.
SH: I've been waiting here for 25 *yeah right* minutes! I finished all my food! How long does it take to make 2 sides of chicken!?!!! It doesn't take 25 minutes to make chicken!
Me: I'm sorry for the wait, but we did make your order. We just read the screen wrong. I'll go get your chicken right now.
SH: *keeps screaming about how dare I make order 184 and I'm slow I'm blind I'm rude yada yada yada*
Me: Mam, I'm going to get your chicken now.
SH: *keeps screaming*
Me: Mam, stop yelling! I'm getting your order now!
SH: *keeps yelling*
Me: Whatever. *walks away*
SH: *keeps yelling after me*
I bring Q up to speed while getting her 2 sides of chicken. Q loves dealing with SC's just so she can tell them off so she offered to hand it out. SH bitched at Q and continued her one sided debate with her. Q, well, she just laughed hystarically and walked away. SH demanded her money back, so Mr. Dave went up and did a refund for 2 sides of chicken, scooped the bag off the counter before she could dig her claws into it and threw in in the trash. SH threw a fit saying she wanted her chicken yada yada.
MD: You can have your food, or the refund. Take your pick.
SH: SCREEEEEEAARRRGGHHHHHBLAFFFFEEEEEKK!!! *stomps off*
Me: Bitch....
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