this weekend produced a pair of sc moments (one that could have some repercussions) that i probably won't forget any time soon.
friday, act I:
i've written about cups and why i don't like them being touched by customers, but this guy took the cake (and whipped cream).
he comes in, i can barely understand him through what he called speech: slurred mumblings that i had to decipher into "i spoke to you the other day about this...cold blended cappucinos."
um, no you didn't; i'm sure i'd remember something like that, since cappucinos are a HOT drink and are not blended. i'd also remember having a converstation with someone who's vocally challenged.
after we figure out what he's after (mocha frappucinos), he decides to show me what size he wants, instead of telling me...by touching the cups (OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!).
he puts his filthy, nasty ass hands on my cups. i get annoyed by this because it makes them unusable; i won't risk someone getting sick because some asshat couldn't simply TELL me what size they want.
i tell him, 'sir, don't touch the cups.'
he gets pissy and stomps out, baby tantrum style. no loss there.
saturday, act II:
guy comes in, orders two frappucinos, then makes a big deal about getting sugar free vanilla syrup in them (i'm thinking to myself, what's the point? you just ordered two drinks that are pretty much pure sugar to begin with...sugar free syrup saves you squat), but i start the order anyway.
he then proceeds to tell us that he wants shots added in and any extra to be put in a cup (important, because it's what triggers the passive/aggressive in this assboil). i make the drinks, put them in cups then put the blender in the sink for a rinse.
wherein cometh the suckage:
he then throws a semi-controlled hissy fit about the 'extra' (of which there was maybe a tablespoon) and tells me that he wanted it in a cup.
i tell him, 'there was nothing but a trickle left...' (basically, not even enough to fill a sample cup, 1 oz, and takes more effort to remove than is worth).
he starts to get pissy and goes passive/aggressive: 'it LOOKED like more than a trickle!' (with the tone of 'YOU'RE A LYING SACK OF CRAP, but without the actual cajones to fully say it).
i simply look at him, surprised at the level of pettiness it takes to get worked up over an amount that was not enough to get worried over. he grabs his drinks and leaves.
but wait, it's not over until the coward cries foul play:
his WIFE calls our store, to complain, demand a refund and inform us that they're 'filing a corporate complaint' over this issue.
all this...for less than a sample sized serving of frappucino.
friday, act I:
i've written about cups and why i don't like them being touched by customers, but this guy took the cake (and whipped cream).
he comes in, i can barely understand him through what he called speech: slurred mumblings that i had to decipher into "i spoke to you the other day about this...cold blended cappucinos."
um, no you didn't; i'm sure i'd remember something like that, since cappucinos are a HOT drink and are not blended. i'd also remember having a converstation with someone who's vocally challenged.
after we figure out what he's after (mocha frappucinos), he decides to show me what size he wants, instead of telling me...by touching the cups (OH NO YOU DIDN'T!!).
he puts his filthy, nasty ass hands on my cups. i get annoyed by this because it makes them unusable; i won't risk someone getting sick because some asshat couldn't simply TELL me what size they want.
i tell him, 'sir, don't touch the cups.'
he gets pissy and stomps out, baby tantrum style. no loss there.
saturday, act II:
guy comes in, orders two frappucinos, then makes a big deal about getting sugar free vanilla syrup in them (i'm thinking to myself, what's the point? you just ordered two drinks that are pretty much pure sugar to begin with...sugar free syrup saves you squat), but i start the order anyway.
he then proceeds to tell us that he wants shots added in and any extra to be put in a cup (important, because it's what triggers the passive/aggressive in this assboil). i make the drinks, put them in cups then put the blender in the sink for a rinse.
wherein cometh the suckage:
he then throws a semi-controlled hissy fit about the 'extra' (of which there was maybe a tablespoon) and tells me that he wanted it in a cup.
i tell him, 'there was nothing but a trickle left...' (basically, not even enough to fill a sample cup, 1 oz, and takes more effort to remove than is worth).
he starts to get pissy and goes passive/aggressive: 'it LOOKED like more than a trickle!' (with the tone of 'YOU'RE A LYING SACK OF CRAP, but without the actual cajones to fully say it).
i simply look at him, surprised at the level of pettiness it takes to get worked up over an amount that was not enough to get worried over. he grabs his drinks and leaves.
but wait, it's not over until the coward cries foul play:
his WIFE calls our store, to complain, demand a refund and inform us that they're 'filing a corporate complaint' over this issue.
all this...for less than a sample sized serving of frappucino.
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