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Wednesday, March 31, 2004

*Old bitch walks up to the counter with a bucket of old chicken*

OB: Hey, you!

Cait: Yes, ma'am?

OB: Is there extra crispy in this bucket?

Cait: *blink* What?

OB: *opens bucket, points inside* Is there extra cripsy in this bucket? I can't tell the difference, and I asked for no wings.

Cait: *looks; holds up extra crispy wing* Well, ma'am, this...

OB: Look! I just wanted a 16 piece bucket with half original and half extra crispy. And I wanted no wings.

Cait: I'm sorry about that ma'am, I...

OB: Is there extra crispy in there or not?!

Cait: *smiles* Yes ma'am, I'd be happy to repack...

OB: Well, what are you going to do about it?!

Cait: ... *walks off*

Friday, March 05, 2004

Yesterday wasn't so bad. Rain heavy, but people were being good sports about it and not a lot of trafic to get worked up about.

UNTIL....

This big whale came waddling in with two kids about as tall as his leg. And I ain't kidding, I couldn't see around this guy. But that didn't bother me, what started to go sour was when I gave my usual customer greeting and HE decides to interupt me with one of those "I'm a paying comsumer, shut up bitch!" voices. Glowering down at me like I just killed his wife or something.

"You better listen, cause I'm only going to say this once! Last time you guys screwed up my order and I only got 7 boneless wings instead of 20. Blah blah blah!"

HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK! I AM SO SORRY, MASTER! HOW DARE ONE OF MY TEAM MEMBERS GIVE YOU AN ORDER SHORT 13 WHOLE PIECES OF CHICKEN NO BIGGER THEN McNUGGETS. NO WONDER YOUR LIFE IS A PILE OF PUTRADING SHIT NOW BECAUSE OUR CRAP IS THAT FREAKEN HOLY! I'M SO SORRY, I SHOULD BEND OVER AND LET YOU THROTTLE MY ASS FOR SOMETHING I DIDN'T EVEN DO!! THEN WHEN YOU FINISH, I THINK I'LL HARPOON YOU WITH SPORKS IN AN ATTEMPT TO MAKE YOU SHUT THE HELL UP. UNLESS, OF COURSE, YOU START TALKING TO ME LIKE A HUMAN BEING INSTEAD OF SOME SLAVE.

Shame you can't say what you want to these people really. That would have been a great cooler story. But honestly, it's just food! Why does everyone throw a big shit over something so trivial as $2-6 when you spend more money on cigerettes and beer!

Anyway, this guy went on, his hoiler then thu trip. Even made me take the orders for kids meals from his kids. Who looked ready to faint if I so much as blinked too fast. As if he wasn't done yet, my packer offered him EXTRA wings to make up for that and he had the nerve to start demanding lerge sides for free too!

Noooooo! You come in and treat me like shit, you're lucky you leave with anything that's not paid for. But my packer didn't listen to me and gave him SOME free stuff. I charged him for others. Finally he's done with the order, but not being an ass.

"You better be smart enough to know how to take credit!" *tosses card hapazardly enough to send it under my register*

Now he's REALLY lucky he left with anything. I've honestly had enough of these shitballs. It's one thing to piss and moan over food and shit that WAS our fault, but to insult me directly for no reason....no more.

Two months is too log to wait before I'm rid of this job...

Tuesday, January 06, 2004

Noooo! I have one!

This Asian guy came over asking to see a movie. I explained that the movie had sold out. The guy asked if we could slip him, and his 6 friends into the film. I explained that we had sold the majority of seats, and that we had to keep some spare for emergancys, or to prevent fire risk by people jumping into the screen without the correct ticket, and sitting in the isles, thus causing a fire hazard. Big mistake. Once he knew we had seats, he wouldn't leave for 10 minutes.

Eventually, he left, but 10 minutes later, he tried again. AGAIN! For another 10 minutes! Arg!

After I continually told him "No." he asked to speak to a Manager. I called her over, and he argued with her for another 20 minutes. He didn't get in the film, but he was apparantly going to complain because "We didn't sell him tickets, when there were seats available, due to racial discrimination."

I've not heard anything about it, so I'm assuming it was an empty threat. I hate jerks.
Look like I'll have to officially declare this blog retired now, lol. So folks, but we three haven't had much to bitch about, or we're just to caught up in our own personal things.

Was still a fun couple months though. Buh bye! >^.^<

Saturday, November 15, 2003

There's a language called ENGLISH! Learn it or be shot Mexicans!

And I don't mean the mexicans that probably just read that line and got offended, nah. You guys I love. You put effort into living in America. I'm talking about the lazy shits that get smuggled in and make a living off welfare veterian money babbling like idiots as if I'm supposed to understand them.

See, it was a pretty good night for me actually. UNTIL a family of these Mexicans, and a white guy, come in. Now the fat old lady leading the charge, I can't understand a damn thing she says. She just says one or two words while point off at...something. She ain't even pointing at pictures on the menu. Naturally my first response is to give her my best "What the Fuck?!" expression. One of the older hell spawn attached to her decides to help out by saying in PERFECT ENGLISH what the hell they want. Why can her fucking children speak english but not the mother? How fucking lazy is she? And this would have been the silver linning in the cloud....had the child not been saying her sentences at the rate of 5 words a second. I couldn't understand her anymore then the fucking mother.

I'm not going to explain the rest in detail. I interpreted their mix of broken and garbled english as best I could, which of course was WRONG because they can't just learn to speak english. They wanted more chicken then I charged them for, but then they thought I overcharged them. So I just slunk into the back of the store since if I had to deal with them a third time I would have FUCKING KILLED THE CHILDREN AND TAUGHT THE MOTHER ENGLISH WHILE BEATING HER WITH A PAN!!

What I don't get is why the white guy just idealy sat by and gave me dirty looks as I got more and more confused. He obviously LOOKED like he could speak english. It would have made all our nights a hell of a lot simpler.

Man it's been a while since a customer got me pissed. Oh well.

Tuesday, November 04, 2003

Another good customer story here. It's the typical "I gave you a twenty" situation, so I took the guys name and while he watched the film, I got my till cashed up and, indeed, I was £10 up, so yes, I did short-change him. The good thing was that he was really calm and didn't cause a fuss at all. That's the good way to do it, not to start shouting about how you are right and the cashier is a moron.

Thank God this guy just accepted the fact that I couldn't just give him the £10 straight away. :)

Sunday, November 02, 2003

A nice customer story for today! *Gasp*

Basically, I was sat on the Box Office (Selling tickets) when a young couple came up to me and asked for two tickets for *Insert film that I forgot the name of here*. The young woman then says "Oh, I have a student card." and shows me it, (Yes! BEFORE THE TRANSACTION! AMAZING!) so I put her through as a student, and I ask if the guy has a student card too. He responds:

"Well, I'm not a student, but you could put me through as one anyway, because I'm such a nice guy!" And gives me a REALLY cheesy smile.

I couldn't help it. I burst out laughing, almost in tears and just hit the student button again, asking for £8 altogether. The young woman looked puzzled and asked "Why £8?"

I just replied: "You made me laugh more than I've laughed this week. I'm letting you in as a student!" They were gob-smaked. They hadn't expected to actually get away with it, but they were happy non-the-less, and thanked me many times. They walked away happy, I was happy, and the world turned another few degrees.

See? Happy, satisfied customers come from treating the cashier with respect. (Or by making him piss himself laughing. :P)

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