Totally ranch munchies are totally unmitigatedly awesome
These munchies are delicious. Now back to the show.
Customer: Can I have $10 on that pump *points out into the full parking lot*
Matt: Which pump?
Customer: The one with the truck *Points again in no particular direction*
Matt: There are five trucks out there at the moment. WHICH TRUCK?
Customer: The white one.
Matt: There are two white trucks. Go outside, read the pump number, come back in and tell me the number. I don't have time for this.
Customer: *Yelling* YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! WHERE'S YOUR MANAGER?!?!
Matt: There are no managers here after 12:00 noon. I'm not asking you anything outrageous, just tell me the pump number.
Customer: *Yelling even louder* I WANT YOUR MANAGER!!!
Bystander: Dude, your a retard, just go outside, read the number on your fucking pump, and tell the poor kid.
Customer: YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS IN THIS CONVERSATION!
(A large black employee named Quintin comes out of the back office from waiting for his ride)
Quintin: *Busting around the corner (well...more like bulldozing)* WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!
Customer: What are you gonna do about it? Are you the manager?
Quintin: No I am not, but would you like to see what I'll do about it? *Moving slowly towards the exasperated and quite out of line customer*
Customer: (In a whimpering voice) No, I'm cool! *Stumbles out of the door and leaves post haste in his car*
Well, that shows you how much fun it is to have a job where the company does not have the "Customer is always right" policy. I love it. I thought I would just share that since I'm bored. Well g'night everyone.
Customer: Can I have $10 on that pump *points out into the full parking lot*
Matt: Which pump?
Customer: The one with the truck *Points again in no particular direction*
Matt: There are five trucks out there at the moment. WHICH TRUCK?
Customer: The white one.
Matt: There are two white trucks. Go outside, read the pump number, come back in and tell me the number. I don't have time for this.
Customer: *Yelling* YOU CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! WHERE'S YOUR MANAGER?!?!
Matt: There are no managers here after 12:00 noon. I'm not asking you anything outrageous, just tell me the pump number.
Customer: *Yelling even louder* I WANT YOUR MANAGER!!!
Bystander: Dude, your a retard, just go outside, read the number on your fucking pump, and tell the poor kid.
Customer: YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS IN THIS CONVERSATION!
(A large black employee named Quintin comes out of the back office from waiting for his ride)
Quintin: *Busting around the corner (well...more like bulldozing)* WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?!?!
Customer: What are you gonna do about it? Are you the manager?
Quintin: No I am not, but would you like to see what I'll do about it? *Moving slowly towards the exasperated and quite out of line customer*
Customer: (In a whimpering voice) No, I'm cool! *Stumbles out of the door and leaves post haste in his car*
Well, that shows you how much fun it is to have a job where the company does not have the "Customer is always right" policy. I love it. I thought I would just share that since I'm bored. Well g'night everyone.