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I don’t know how I am going to put this thread into words. In all my years, I have never seen an SC like this, and above all, I was frightened. Not even the SC that assaulted me had me frightened, and yet this guy did. Also, I wasn’t even freaking involved in the event!
Cast:
M: Manager
CW: Bar Co-worker
FW: Floor Co-worker
Me: Who else
SC: Scum sucking shit who should die
SC goes to the bar to order food and CW serves him. The order goes well, although the SC does seem like he is quite challenged in the brain cell department. He is also freaking huge and has a verrrrry deep voice. SC orders THREE meals. Very important. He orders THREE. CW reads the order back twice and confirms that he has ordered THREE meals. All seems to be well.
FW gets the pleasure of taking the meals out, but is surprised when she finds FOUR people at the table. SC, wife, son and 12 year old daughter (she becomes really important later) She puts down the three meals and wishes them well.
SC: Where’s the kids meal?
FW: Oh. I didn’t see a kids meal on the ticket. Let me go check.
FW returns to the kitchen and sees that there is no kids meal on the ticket. Just the three. She goes back.
FW: I’m afraid there was no kids meal on the ticket, but-
SC stands up so dramatically that he sends his chair flying. He storms up to the bar.
SC: WHERE’S THE KIDS MEAL I ORDERED? WHERE IS IT? WHERE? WHERE?
He is roaring. His voice has a massive BOOM in it that was so intense that I swear it made my bones vibrate. Remember, at this point I had absolutely no idea what was going on. One minute I was serving a customer a drink, the next this giant psychopath was wandering up and down the bar roaring. He was also speaking to no one in particular. He was just yelling it in every direction he could.
FW: Sir, if you just come back to your table we can sort this. You don’t need to shout.
SC: FUCK OFF! WHERE’S THE KIDS MEAL?!?!
Me: *to co-worker* Find M. Quick!
M was already there. She heard his voice from a mile away. He was still yelling “WHERE’S THE KIDS MEAL? WHERE IS IT????” over and over again.
Suddenly, we were interrupted by a different noise.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
The 12 year old girl was crying. FW said it was the fakest, most rehearsed cry she had ever seen. So we had a mixture of someone roaring, and an unbearable shrieking sound. It was deafening and I am not exaggerating, because other customers at the bar area started covering their ears!
M: Sir, please come back to your table. We can get this sorted in minutes. There is no need for this.
SC gave me and CW the ultimate death look and returned to the table. But the cries still continued. She must have been used to his loud voice because the volume of her cries was the same.
M returned and spoke to CW, who swore that he only ordered three meals. M checked the register history and found that it matched. So this guy had simply forgotten to order. M thought she had him calmed down at this point, so she returned to the table to ask for the money for the kids meal. Oh boy.
SC: FUCK OFF YOU FAT BITCH! I’M NOT PAYING WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO FUCKED UP!!!!!!11111
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
I looked over the bar and saw FW retreating into the kitchen, carrying the three meals. M stormed up to the bar.
M: I am refunding those three meals, and you are leaving this building right now.
SC: NO! I’M NOT!
M: Yes you are!
SC: YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU FUCKING USELESS SLUT! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU! NOT ME! YOU!
M: There’s the money for the three meals. Now get out.
SC: FINE! BUT YOU WILL REFUND THE KIDS MEAL AS WELL YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!
M: You. Did. Not. Order. A. Kids. Meal!
M did a print out.
M: See this? This is your order history. No kids meal. That’s why you didn’t get a kids meal, and that is why you are not being refunded for a kids meal.
At this point, the mother and the two kids approached the bar. The 12 year old girl was still screaming. She had her face partially buried into her mum’s chest. I could see right away that she was faking it. Seriously. She had this look in her eye. There were no tears. She was just scrunching up her face and screaming while the mum stroked her hair.
SC: THAT CUNT FUCKED UP MY ORDER!!
He pointed at ME.
Me: Me?!! I had nothing to do with your order! Don’t you dare use that language towards me!!
I started to step away before I said anymore, because I knew it would have made the situation worse.
CW: It was me that served you!
SC: FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE GAY BOY CUNT!
M: GET OUT OF THIS PUB RIGHT NOW!
SC: DON’T YOU WORRY! WE WON’T EVER COME BACK!
M: Good! If I see you so much as glance at this building, I will call the police! Now get out!
SC: I WON’T BE NEAR THIS SHITHOLE EVER AGAIN!
M: OK then.
SC: FUCKING SLUT!
M: I thought you were leaving.
SC: I am.
M: OK.
He stood there shaking.
SC: COME ON KIDS! LET’S GET AWAY FROM THESE FUCKING CUNTS!
He grabbed the 12 year old girl and carried her to the door. She buried her face in his shoulder and carried on screaming, whilst looking back on us with an evil look in her eyes.
It was so fast, and it was so unbelievable. I couldn’t believe M’s restraint. If it was me, I would have actually hit him. Seriously. The unfortunate thing about putting this into a thread is that sometimes a lot of the atmosphere is lost. I mean it guys, it was in my top five worst SC’s I’ve ever seen.
Cast:
M: Manager
CW: Bar Co-worker
FW: Floor Co-worker
Me: Who else
SC: Scum sucking shit who should die
SC goes to the bar to order food and CW serves him. The order goes well, although the SC does seem like he is quite challenged in the brain cell department. He is also freaking huge and has a verrrrry deep voice. SC orders THREE meals. Very important. He orders THREE. CW reads the order back twice and confirms that he has ordered THREE meals. All seems to be well.
FW gets the pleasure of taking the meals out, but is surprised when she finds FOUR people at the table. SC, wife, son and 12 year old daughter (she becomes really important later) She puts down the three meals and wishes them well.
SC: Where’s the kids meal?
FW: Oh. I didn’t see a kids meal on the ticket. Let me go check.
FW returns to the kitchen and sees that there is no kids meal on the ticket. Just the three. She goes back.
FW: I’m afraid there was no kids meal on the ticket, but-
SC stands up so dramatically that he sends his chair flying. He storms up to the bar.
SC: WHERE’S THE KIDS MEAL I ORDERED? WHERE IS IT? WHERE? WHERE?
He is roaring. His voice has a massive BOOM in it that was so intense that I swear it made my bones vibrate. Remember, at this point I had absolutely no idea what was going on. One minute I was serving a customer a drink, the next this giant psychopath was wandering up and down the bar roaring. He was also speaking to no one in particular. He was just yelling it in every direction he could.
FW: Sir, if you just come back to your table we can sort this. You don’t need to shout.
SC: FUCK OFF! WHERE’S THE KIDS MEAL?!?!
Me: *to co-worker* Find M. Quick!
M was already there. She heard his voice from a mile away. He was still yelling “WHERE’S THE KIDS MEAL? WHERE IS IT????” over and over again.
Suddenly, we were interrupted by a different noise.
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
The 12 year old girl was crying. FW said it was the fakest, most rehearsed cry she had ever seen. So we had a mixture of someone roaring, and an unbearable shrieking sound. It was deafening and I am not exaggerating, because other customers at the bar area started covering their ears!
M: Sir, please come back to your table. We can get this sorted in minutes. There is no need for this.
SC gave me and CW the ultimate death look and returned to the table. But the cries still continued. She must have been used to his loud voice because the volume of her cries was the same.
M returned and spoke to CW, who swore that he only ordered three meals. M checked the register history and found that it matched. So this guy had simply forgotten to order. M thought she had him calmed down at this point, so she returned to the table to ask for the money for the kids meal. Oh boy.
SC: FUCK OFF YOU FAT BITCH! I’M NOT PAYING WHEN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO FUCKED UP!!!!!!11111
“WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!”
I looked over the bar and saw FW retreating into the kitchen, carrying the three meals. M stormed up to the bar.
M: I am refunding those three meals, and you are leaving this building right now.
SC: NO! I’M NOT!
M: Yes you are!
SC: YOU FUCKING SLUT! YOU FUCKING USELESS SLUT! YOU FUCKED UP! YOU! NOT ME! YOU!
M: There’s the money for the three meals. Now get out.
SC: FINE! BUT YOU WILL REFUND THE KIDS MEAL AS WELL YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!
M: You. Did. Not. Order. A. Kids. Meal!
M did a print out.
M: See this? This is your order history. No kids meal. That’s why you didn’t get a kids meal, and that is why you are not being refunded for a kids meal.
At this point, the mother and the two kids approached the bar. The 12 year old girl was still screaming. She had her face partially buried into her mum’s chest. I could see right away that she was faking it. Seriously. She had this look in her eye. There were no tears. She was just scrunching up her face and screaming while the mum stroked her hair.
SC: THAT CUNT FUCKED UP MY ORDER!!
He pointed at ME.
Me: Me?!! I had nothing to do with your order! Don’t you dare use that language towards me!!
I started to step away before I said anymore, because I knew it would have made the situation worse.
CW: It was me that served you!
SC: FUCK OFF YOU LITTLE GAY BOY CUNT!
M: GET OUT OF THIS PUB RIGHT NOW!
SC: DON’T YOU WORRY! WE WON’T EVER COME BACK!
M: Good! If I see you so much as glance at this building, I will call the police! Now get out!
SC: I WON’T BE NEAR THIS SHITHOLE EVER AGAIN!
M: OK then.
SC: FUCKING SLUT!
M: I thought you were leaving.
SC: I am.
M: OK.
He stood there shaking.
SC: COME ON KIDS! LET’S GET AWAY FROM THESE FUCKING CUNTS!
He grabbed the 12 year old girl and carried her to the door. She buried her face in his shoulder and carried on screaming, whilst looking back on us with an evil look in her eyes.
It was so fast, and it was so unbelievable. I couldn’t believe M’s restraint. If it was me, I would have actually hit him. Seriously. The unfortunate thing about putting this into a thread is that sometimes a lot of the atmosphere is lost. I mean it guys, it was in my top five worst SC’s I’ve ever seen.
I would've called the cops on him.
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