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Last night was the first time I had done a Sunday night shift in months, and I really forgot how stupid people could be. Sunday is the day of rest, sure, but it seems like people put their minds to rest on a Sunday as well...
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Customer comes up to the bar.
SC: Yes, I'd like lasagne and cod
Me: Oh, we've actually run out of lasagne, is there anything else off the menu you would like?
SC: OK then, pasta.
Me: Sure.
SC's husband comes up to the bar about twenty minutes later.
SCH: I wanted lasagne! Where's my lasagne.
Me: Oh, I told the person who you were with that we had run out. She said she would like pasta instead.
SCH: She did not! I wanted cod!
Me: Yes, she said cod as well.
SCH: But we wanted cod twice! Not pasta!
Me: Then what about the lasagne?
SCH: What lasagne?
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SC: I would like a Sunday lunch.
Me: We stopped serving Sunday lunches at three pm.
SC: I know, but I still want one.
Me: No......
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SC: I would like waffles, but can I have the ice cream in a seperate bowl?
Me: Sure no problem.
I take the waffles out. SC tuts and pours the ice cream on top of the waffles.
SC: What was the point in that? Now you've got more washing up to do!
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There was a parent who seemed to enjoy placing his child outside the kitchen doors, meaning the kid was in great danger of being knocked out by the doors. I watched the guy continually drag his daughter over there.
Me: Hi, sorry sir, is it OK if she goes into the play area? I'm a little worried she might get hit by the out door as people take out food.
SC: What are you saying? Are you saying I can't look after my daughter?
Me: Of course not, I'm just a little concerned...
SC: Well tell the people taking out food to look before they come out!
We have no windows on our kitchen doors...
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Our prices have gone up, most only by 10 or 20p, the outcry has been amazing.
SC: Can I have a long island ice tea?
Me: Sure. *makes it*
SC: And that's £3.99 right:
Me: Afraid not, our prices went up this week, it's now £4.25.
SC: What? How can you do this? It's against the law! You can't just put up prices without telling anyone!
Me: I'm sorry but thats the way it is. Inflation and all...
Her friend comes up to the bar.
SC: They've put their prices up! I can't believe this! They've put their prices up.
SCF: Shut up. Can I have a vodka coke please?
Me: Sure.
SC: *walking away* They've put their prices up...I just...I just can't believe it.
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Person comes up to the bar at 10:59...
SC: I'd like to order two rump steaks...
Me: Ah. I'm afraid I can't do that at this time...
SC: But your menu says you serve food til 11! It's not eleven!
Me: Yes sir, but we can't cook steaks at this time. You see, as soon as it hits eleven, the whole system in the kitchen shuts down, including the extractor fans, meaning that if they cook your steaks, the smoke and steam will set off the fire supression system...
SC: I want steaks!
Me: I'm sorry sir.
Clock reaches 11.
Me: We're no longer serving food now.
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After this, the customer behind him says
SC: Haha! Steaks at 11pm. Who does that?
Me: What can I get you sir?
SC: I'd like two BLT's
Me: We're no longer serving food.
SC: WHAT??
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Rang last bell. About fifteen minutes, a large group of customers come in.
SC'S: Can we have...
Me: We stopped serving fifteen minutes ago.
SC'S What? How can you do this? We want a drink!
Me: I'm sorry. *I carry on closing down the bar*
SC'S: Get the manager!
Me: No. (I had had enough of stupid customers)
SC'S: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Me: I'm the supervisor on duty, and I am not getting the manager because he is just going to tell you the exact same thing and probably escort you out of here, so you can save us both a lot of time and leave now.
They stood there for about five minutes complaining a lot while I ignored them, and eventually left.
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Customer comes up to the bar.
SC: Yes, I'd like lasagne and cod
Me: Oh, we've actually run out of lasagne, is there anything else off the menu you would like?
SC: OK then, pasta.
Me: Sure.
SC's husband comes up to the bar about twenty minutes later.
SCH: I wanted lasagne! Where's my lasagne.
Me: Oh, I told the person who you were with that we had run out. She said she would like pasta instead.
SCH: She did not! I wanted cod!
Me: Yes, she said cod as well.
SCH: But we wanted cod twice! Not pasta!
Me: Then what about the lasagne?
SCH: What lasagne?
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SC: I would like a Sunday lunch.
Me: We stopped serving Sunday lunches at three pm.
SC: I know, but I still want one.
Me: No......
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SC: I would like waffles, but can I have the ice cream in a seperate bowl?
Me: Sure no problem.
I take the waffles out. SC tuts and pours the ice cream on top of the waffles.
SC: What was the point in that? Now you've got more washing up to do!
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There was a parent who seemed to enjoy placing his child outside the kitchen doors, meaning the kid was in great danger of being knocked out by the doors. I watched the guy continually drag his daughter over there.
Me: Hi, sorry sir, is it OK if she goes into the play area? I'm a little worried she might get hit by the out door as people take out food.
SC: What are you saying? Are you saying I can't look after my daughter?
Me: Of course not, I'm just a little concerned...
SC: Well tell the people taking out food to look before they come out!
We have no windows on our kitchen doors...
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Our prices have gone up, most only by 10 or 20p, the outcry has been amazing.
SC: Can I have a long island ice tea?
Me: Sure. *makes it*
SC: And that's £3.99 right:
Me: Afraid not, our prices went up this week, it's now £4.25.
SC: What? How can you do this? It's against the law! You can't just put up prices without telling anyone!
Me: I'm sorry but thats the way it is. Inflation and all...
Her friend comes up to the bar.
SC: They've put their prices up! I can't believe this! They've put their prices up.
SCF: Shut up. Can I have a vodka coke please?
Me: Sure.
SC: *walking away* They've put their prices up...I just...I just can't believe it.
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Person comes up to the bar at 10:59...
SC: I'd like to order two rump steaks...
Me: Ah. I'm afraid I can't do that at this time...
SC: But your menu says you serve food til 11! It's not eleven!
Me: Yes sir, but we can't cook steaks at this time. You see, as soon as it hits eleven, the whole system in the kitchen shuts down, including the extractor fans, meaning that if they cook your steaks, the smoke and steam will set off the fire supression system...
SC: I want steaks!
Me: I'm sorry sir.
Clock reaches 11.
Me: We're no longer serving food now.
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After this, the customer behind him says
SC: Haha! Steaks at 11pm. Who does that?
Me: What can I get you sir?
SC: I'd like two BLT's
Me: We're no longer serving food.
SC: WHAT??
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Rang last bell. About fifteen minutes, a large group of customers come in.
SC'S: Can we have...
Me: We stopped serving fifteen minutes ago.
SC'S What? How can you do this? We want a drink!
Me: I'm sorry. *I carry on closing down the bar*
SC'S: Get the manager!
Me: No. (I had had enough of stupid customers)
SC'S: I'm sorry, what did you say?
Me: I'm the supervisor on duty, and I am not getting the manager because he is just going to tell you the exact same thing and probably escort you out of here, so you can save us both a lot of time and leave now.
They stood there for about five minutes complaining a lot while I ignored them, and eventually left.
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