This woman redefines the term c*nt. I was so angry at her, I almost, ALMOST, told her to fuck off. How I restrained myself, I have NO idea.
BG: A high school hockey player was seriously injured last week after being checked from behind. His spinal cord was damaged after two of his cervical vertebrae were fractured. He's currently able to move his arms a bit, but can't feel anything below the waist. His high school is my alma mater.
To help his family with the medical bills, my store decided to have a collection jar--we then take the money each day to WF bank to deposit the cash into a charitable account set up for him. Pretty awesome, right? It kinda stinks for us team members, since people aren't tipping us at all, and that's part of our pay. But I'm more than happy to take the small cut for this kid's sake.
We had signs posted both on the front counter and on the drive thru window. And no, we were not actively asking or "pushing" people to donate. It was merely there for them to have a chance to help.
/end BG
So it's the start of my shift, and this woman is at my drive thru. I take her money, and as I'm handing her the change, this exchange ensues:
SC: So are you making a matching donation??
Me: Uh....I'm sorry?
SC: Are you making a matching donation for that kid?
Me: Um...no...not that I know of...
SC: So what's the point of that? *points at the sign*
Me: We're just collecting money if people want to donate some, and then we're forwarding it to the WF account for his charity...
SC: Well don't you think you SHOULD make a matching donation??? I mean, that's pretty shitty if you guys don't!!!
Me:
Well, you are MORE than welcome to call corporate and talk to THEM about it.
SC: I THINK I WILL!!!
And she drove off. And no, she didn't donate a damn penny.
Like I said. C*NT.
BG: A high school hockey player was seriously injured last week after being checked from behind. His spinal cord was damaged after two of his cervical vertebrae were fractured. He's currently able to move his arms a bit, but can't feel anything below the waist. His high school is my alma mater.
To help his family with the medical bills, my store decided to have a collection jar--we then take the money each day to WF bank to deposit the cash into a charitable account set up for him. Pretty awesome, right? It kinda stinks for us team members, since people aren't tipping us at all, and that's part of our pay. But I'm more than happy to take the small cut for this kid's sake.
We had signs posted both on the front counter and on the drive thru window. And no, we were not actively asking or "pushing" people to donate. It was merely there for them to have a chance to help.
/end BG
So it's the start of my shift, and this woman is at my drive thru. I take her money, and as I'm handing her the change, this exchange ensues:
SC: So are you making a matching donation??
Me: Uh....I'm sorry?
SC: Are you making a matching donation for that kid?
Me: Um...no...not that I know of...
SC: So what's the point of that? *points at the sign*
Me: We're just collecting money if people want to donate some, and then we're forwarding it to the WF account for his charity...
SC: Well don't you think you SHOULD make a matching donation??? I mean, that's pretty shitty if you guys don't!!!
Me:


SC: I THINK I WILL!!!
And she drove off. And no, she didn't donate a damn penny.
Like I said. C*NT.
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