Three funny customers
'Lost orders', space cadets and sassy old men. Woo'
1. Lady, I have no problem ringing up two separate orders and putting them in different bags (because I rang them up as two separate orders. See the logic here). Why did you wait until I turned around to start grabbing other peoples receipts and scream that I got your order wrong? There's this funny system we have of putting the new receipts on the left hand side- you watched me set down your two receipts and then ring up the next customer. Stop yelling at my manager that we 'lost' your food.
2. Space cadet class has ended, please help us make this a fast, friendly transaction. My manager started this man's order (because I was serving finicky lady) and when I arrived, she read you the total. Instead of paying one of us, you stared at the menu for a minute.
That's why I prompted you for payment again (as I recognize the regular behind you as a fellow wage slave on break from the store next door. He does not have time for you to stare into space for another minute). I laughed when you joked about payment and handed me a ten.
When I said 'out of ten' it was to verify that you wern't handing me the fifty some cents. You were fussing with the change section of your wallet so, hey, it was a guess.
It is not cute to talk back- not when you are ten and not when you are fifty seven, sir.
Saying 'Well, thats what you have in your hand, isn't it?' makes me smile and fantasize about explaining that surprisingly, other customers get correct change (or at times over pay to get a precise amount back) and put *other* forms of tender in my hand. Have a nice day, please get out of my line.
3. The 'fresh' fries drama, why does it exist? This is holiday week in a restaurant across from the Mall. I gaurantee you that from 11 A.M. to the dinner rush, all we do is drop more fries and serve them out as soon as we make them. There was actually a person on fries ensuring that all of the fries were served as quickly as possible. They are so fresh, if you got them three minutes earlier, they'd be frozen blocks. Stop complaining!
This isn't a suck, so much as a funny observation. I served a very nice older lady who wasn't sure about the fast food scene. It was quite possible that this was the first time she'd ever visited a fast food restaurant. After paying, she stepped to the side and stood there. She was a bit close to the register, but there was a space for another person to be helped.
I start helping the next woman, who has major aversion to the first woman. She steps away from her, orders while standing three feet away and when I read the total, she just waved her card at me. She was too wary of the other woman to approach and scan her card.
I could understand if the other woman acted like she was infected by the flu or something similiar, but she was primly standing there, hands folded, not causing a problem.
Funny people. Ah, the holiday crazy has arrived. Steel yourselves.
1. Lady, I have no problem ringing up two separate orders and putting them in different bags (because I rang them up as two separate orders. See the logic here). Why did you wait until I turned around to start grabbing other peoples receipts and scream that I got your order wrong? There's this funny system we have of putting the new receipts on the left hand side- you watched me set down your two receipts and then ring up the next customer. Stop yelling at my manager that we 'lost' your food.
2. Space cadet class has ended, please help us make this a fast, friendly transaction. My manager started this man's order (because I was serving finicky lady) and when I arrived, she read you the total. Instead of paying one of us, you stared at the menu for a minute.
That's why I prompted you for payment again (as I recognize the regular behind you as a fellow wage slave on break from the store next door. He does not have time for you to stare into space for another minute). I laughed when you joked about payment and handed me a ten.
When I said 'out of ten' it was to verify that you wern't handing me the fifty some cents. You were fussing with the change section of your wallet so, hey, it was a guess.
It is not cute to talk back- not when you are ten and not when you are fifty seven, sir.
Saying 'Well, thats what you have in your hand, isn't it?' makes me smile and fantasize about explaining that surprisingly, other customers get correct change (or at times over pay to get a precise amount back) and put *other* forms of tender in my hand. Have a nice day, please get out of my line.
3. The 'fresh' fries drama, why does it exist? This is holiday week in a restaurant across from the Mall. I gaurantee you that from 11 A.M. to the dinner rush, all we do is drop more fries and serve them out as soon as we make them. There was actually a person on fries ensuring that all of the fries were served as quickly as possible. They are so fresh, if you got them three minutes earlier, they'd be frozen blocks. Stop complaining!
This isn't a suck, so much as a funny observation. I served a very nice older lady who wasn't sure about the fast food scene. It was quite possible that this was the first time she'd ever visited a fast food restaurant. After paying, she stepped to the side and stood there. She was a bit close to the register, but there was a space for another person to be helped.
I start helping the next woman, who has major aversion to the first woman. She steps away from her, orders while standing three feet away and when I read the total, she just waved her card at me. She was too wary of the other woman to approach and scan her card.
I could understand if the other woman acted like she was infected by the flu or something similiar, but she was primly standing there, hands folded, not causing a problem.
Funny people. Ah, the holiday crazy has arrived. Steel yourselves.