So, here I was, rocking up at my part time delivery job, fresh from my 10 hour day job. Wednesdays are usually pretty steady, which suits me, to be honest, as I am not really loving the hectic Saturday night shift after a full day at work.
I pull up at the restaurant's back door and go in to grab my first deliveries. Already there are four on the counter and the ticket rail is looking ominously busy. I get to my second delivery and the woman has a catbutt face.
SC1: "About bloody time, did you get lost or something? It better not be cold"
Me: "Err no, won't be cold, I just picked it up. I'm sorry, have you been waiting a long time for your food?"
SC1: "Over AN HOUR!"
WTF? Why is she phoning at 5.00 if deliveries don't start until 6?Me: "Madam, we don't start delivering until 6.00, I assure you, I have only just picked it up."
SC1: "I'm going to check it and make sure it's not cold."
Hell no, I'm not waiting here for ten minutes whilst you open everything up and check. I've got a busy night ahead of me.
Me: "I'm sorry madam, please feel the bottom of the bag, it is very hot. If there is any issue at all with your food, please contact the restaurant and they will take care of it."
I do not carry "spares" in my car, so even if the food was ice cold, I couldn't do sod-all about it, they would need to contact the shop. Also, as any delivery driver would tell you, we are in a heckuva hurry. I don't break the speed limits very often, so I need to make my transactions real quick.
SC1: "Fine, *through gritted teeth,* I think I should just pay you ten pounds for it, as it is so late"
The bill came to around £17.00, so any difference would have to be paid by me. Ummm, let me think about that.....no."
Me: "I'm sorry madam, I cannot offer discount. You would need to contact the shop and speak to the manager to have one authorised. Unfortunately, I have to ask for the money on the ticket, or I cannot leave the food with you."
SC1 goes crimson. Literally crimson. I fear that if it started raining, it would just hit her and vapourise to steam.
SC1: "Give me my FOOD!"
Me: "That's £17.00 please madam."
Her eyes are bulging and I think she may be having a stroke.
She thrusts, actually slaps my hand with hers, a £20 note in the palm, like a high five, down low and rips the bag out of my other hand. I count out £3.00 change and smile as sweetly as I can manage.
"Thank you for your order, good night."
I thought "Wow, tonight has not started off well." Strangely enough, I didn't get a tip.
Oh dear God, did I think it was going to get better? I couldn't have been more wrong.
I pull up at the restaurant's back door and go in to grab my first deliveries. Already there are four on the counter and the ticket rail is looking ominously busy. I get to my second delivery and the woman has a catbutt face.
SC1: "About bloody time, did you get lost or something? It better not be cold"
Me: "Err no, won't be cold, I just picked it up. I'm sorry, have you been waiting a long time for your food?"
SC1: "Over AN HOUR!"
WTF? Why is she phoning at 5.00 if deliveries don't start until 6?Me: "Madam, we don't start delivering until 6.00, I assure you, I have only just picked it up."
SC1: "I'm going to check it and make sure it's not cold."
Hell no, I'm not waiting here for ten minutes whilst you open everything up and check. I've got a busy night ahead of me.
Me: "I'm sorry madam, please feel the bottom of the bag, it is very hot. If there is any issue at all with your food, please contact the restaurant and they will take care of it."
I do not carry "spares" in my car, so even if the food was ice cold, I couldn't do sod-all about it, they would need to contact the shop. Also, as any delivery driver would tell you, we are in a heckuva hurry. I don't break the speed limits very often, so I need to make my transactions real quick.
SC1: "Fine, *through gritted teeth,* I think I should just pay you ten pounds for it, as it is so late"
The bill came to around £17.00, so any difference would have to be paid by me. Ummm, let me think about that.....no."
Me: "I'm sorry madam, I cannot offer discount. You would need to contact the shop and speak to the manager to have one authorised. Unfortunately, I have to ask for the money on the ticket, or I cannot leave the food with you."
SC1 goes crimson. Literally crimson. I fear that if it started raining, it would just hit her and vapourise to steam.
SC1: "Give me my FOOD!"
Me: "That's £17.00 please madam."
Her eyes are bulging and I think she may be having a stroke.
She thrusts, actually slaps my hand with hers, a £20 note in the palm, like a high five, down low and rips the bag out of my other hand. I count out £3.00 change and smile as sweetly as I can manage.
"Thank you for your order, good night."
I thought "Wow, tonight has not started off well." Strangely enough, I didn't get a tip.
Oh dear God, did I think it was going to get better? I couldn't have been more wrong.
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