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    Driving Up Prices And Driving Down Business

    , | London, England, UK | Bad Behavior, Employees, Money, Tourists & Travel

    (I’m a native Londoner. Several years ago I had friends visiting from overseas, and took them sightseeing at the Tower of London. I went up to one of the many kiosks to get a drink. At this time, a can of soda was typically around 50p, but I was prepared to pay a bit more due to the location at a major tourist attraction.)

    Vendor: “Yes?”

    Me: “Coke, please.”

    Vendor: “One pound fifty.”

    Me: “What?!”

    Vendor: *speaking loudly and slowly* “One. Pound. And. Fifty. Pence.”

    Me: *with a very obvious London accent* “One fifty for a coke? You gotta be bloody joking.”

    Vendor: “Oh, sorry love. Sixty pence, please. Thought you were a tourist.”

    They Were On A (Toilet) Roll

    | TN, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Coworkers

    (On this particular Saturday I am working with the store manager in the stockroom, away from customers. One unhappy customer from the night before has come in the make sure that the girl who told her we were sold out of the buttons she wanted has been ‘properly disciplined.’ The head manager was not happy to deal with her. )

    Manager: “Did you hear about that lady with the buttons?”

    Me: “The one who wanted [Coworker] punished?”

    Manager: “I hope she gets diarrhea and runs out of toilet paper.”

    Me: “Ew!”

    Manager: *cackling * “And hemorrhoids! That’ll show her.”

    (Later, over the radio:)

    Coworker: “There’s a lady on line two who wants to talk to a manager. She sounds upset.”

    Manager: *looks over* “You go be nice to her. I won’t be.”

    Doesn’t End Up Liking Them Apples

    | Coeur d'Alene, ID, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink, Money

    (I had recently gotten out of the hospital a week earlier. I was admitted due to digestive issues and have been given a strict diet of clear liquid. This night, I was meeting my family to celebrate my nephew’s 14th birthday. After the waiter has taken everyone’s order, he finally gets to me.)

    Waiter: “And for you, sir?”

    Me: “Oh, can I just have an apple juice?”

    Waiter: “Not hungry tonight? There are plenty of smaller dishes on the value menu.”

    Me: “No, thanks, I’m good; just the juice, please.”

    Waiter: “Are you sure? Our appetizers are pretty cheap.”

    Me: “No. Just the juice, please.”

    Waiter: “Ohhh-kay… I’ll have your drinks right out.”

    (After getting sympathetic looks from my family as the waiter left, we thought nothing of it. When he returned, my apple juice was surprisingly missing and my nephew had a juice box in front of him.)

    Me: *to waiter* “Excuse me, but I think there’s been a mistake; I had ordered the apple juice, not him.”

    Waiter: “Oh, sorry about that. Are you sure you want apple juice?”

    Me: “Yes, I’m sure. Could you just bring me my apple juice?”

    Waiter: “Yeah, I guess I can do that. I’m going to have to squeeze some juice boxes into a glass, but I can do that if you want.”

    Me: “Sorry for the inconvenience; that’s never seemed to be an issue before. If it’s too much trouble, I’ll just have water then.”

    Waiter: “Oh, its no trouble. It’s just going to take a while because I have to squeeze like a dozen juice boxes to have a glass…” *walks away grumbling*

    Mom: “What was that all about?”

    Me: “I have no idea. I always have apple juice here. Maybe he’s just having a bad night.”

    (Now I’m a little wary of this waiter, but I’m determined to not let it affect the night. That is until everyone’s dinner had come, and I still haven’t received my apple juice or a water.)

    Me: *flagging down waiter as he’s about to walk away after dropping off our food* “Excuse me, I haven’t gotten my apple juice yet…”

    Waiter: *in a very condescending manner* “I’m sorry, but we don’t have any apple juice left. Sorry about that!”

    Me: “All right… could I at least get a water, then?”

    Waiter: “…” *walks away*

    (At this point, the guy has gotten on my nerves. The next time we see him, he’s dropping off our check. Having a fairly large family, the check is well over $200.)

    Waiter: “And here you guys go! Who should I stick with the bill? This guy?!” *pointing to me in a bad attempt at a joke at my expense*

    Me: “Actually, yes. I am paying tonight. And you’re not getting a tip.”

    Waiter: “I’m sorry, SIR, but 18% is our suggested tip on such large groups.”

    Me: “All right. If it’s that big a deal, get the manager and we’ll talk it out.”

    Waiter: “Sir, you’ll still have to pay, but if you’d like, I’ll get the manager… f*****g a**hole” *he mumbles under his breath as he walks away*

    (A few moments later, the manager arrives.)

    Manager: “Mr. [My Name], what seems to be the problem? Was everything to your liking?”

    Me: “Hey, [Manager]; no, actually. The service tonight hasn’t been all that good.”

    Manager: “Oh, I’m so sorry! I hope this doesn’t change your view on the restaurant; we really do appreciate the business you do with us.”

    Waiter: *confused look on his face* “What business?”

    Manager: “Mr. [My Name] is one of the owners of [Software Company]; you know that place down the street? We cater for their events like once a month. H***, [My Name] is in at least once a week!” *turns to me* “What’d you have tonight?”

    Me: “Nothing. I just got out of the hospital and need to go easy for a bit, but apparently I’m not allowed to order apple juice now…”

    (I quickly break down the night’s events and my family backs up my telling of events. During this entire conversation, the waiter stands in silence, head down and beet-red. He attempts escape a couple times, but the manager just grabs his sleeve without breaking eye contact with me. Near the end of the recounting of events, the waiter is shaking like a leaf in the wind until he looks up and blurts out…)

    Waiter: “How was I supposed to know?! What kind of grown man orders apple juice?! Only people that order just a drink are broke and don’t tip!”

    Manager: “[Waiter], you’re kidding right? You were one of the serving staff for his company’s holiday party! He spoke on stage and everything! I’m sure you even have waited on him for lunch!”

    (The next time I visited, the manager sat with me and handed me a written apology and offered 25% off the catering for our next event. She also informed me that the waiter was given the option of dishwasher or being fired. He chose fired.)

    Tipped To Win

    , | NY, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink, Money

    (I am a somewhat overweight, socially awkward guy. I don’t go clubbing too much because I don’t blend in well, but a lot of my friends club regularly. I am invited one night to accompany them to the most popular local club, where the crowd is mainly made up of popular, preppy college-kids who are unfortunately mostly smug and look down on anyone who isn’t ‘perfect.’ While my friends dance, I wander over to the bar to grab a drink. An attractive young bartender looks at me – the only person patiently waiting who hasn’t yet been served – but instead decides to ask every… single… other person at the bar if they want anything before she even looks at me again.)

    Bartender: *hastily* “What do you want?”

    Me: “How much would a cheap rum & coke cost me?”

    Bartender: “Ugh. I could get you one with bottom-shelf rum with $3.50.”

    Me: *trying to be friendly and easy-going* “Okay, I’ll have that. I’m not super picky when I go clubbing.”

    (She rolls her eyes, makes me my drink, but doesn’t give it to me. Instead, she goes to the largest group nearby and again checks on them all repeatedly before she returns. She practically throws my drink at me.)

    Bartender: *with a smug, sarcastic smile* “Oh, I’m soooo sorry, but I accidentally put in some of the more expensive rum into this. It’ll be $7. But if you can’t afford it, I suppose I could make you another one with the cheap stuff. You look like you probably can’t spend too much the way you’re dressed.”

    (I was tight for cash. I only had about an extra $10 bill, some singles and some change with me so I could order a few drinks, but I didn’t want her to ‘win.’)

    Me: “Oh, that’s fine. I’ll take that.”

    (I hand her the $10 I have, and once again, rather than just giving me my change, she purposely goes to several other people first, making sure to glance at me with a smug look, before she finally gets me my change.)

    Bartender: *nasty chuckle* “Here’s $3. I could get you a shot of the cheap stuff if that’s all you got left.”

    (I took the money and waved her away. I then noticed that instead of handing me three $1 bills, she had accidentally handed me three $10 bills. Seeing an opportunity, I went back to my group, picked a very attractive female friend, and told her to ‘play along.’ You can imagine the bartender’s surprise when I ordered myself and my very attractive friend two rounds of expensive drinks, while my friend pretended to be enamored by me. After spending about $40 on drinks, I purposely left a spare penny I had for a tip.)

    A Winning Race Card

    | Toronto, ON, Canada | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners

    (My manager is very easily angered, and the slightest thing will set him off. While helping him with lifting a heavy object, I accidentally drop my side, but no significant damage has occurred.)

    Manager: “Godd***it, what did you do that for? You can’t just drop it like that! You’re like a bull in a china shop!”

    (The last thing he said resonated with me really well. I am fully aware of the expression, but I happen to be Asian, so I decide to have fun with him.)

    Me: “What the h*** do you mean, CHINA shop?”

    Manager: *nervously* “It’s just a saying; I say that to everyone all the time! You’re like an angry bull in a… fancy store.”

    (I kind of felt bad about pulling the “race card” at work like that, but he has been a lot nicer to everyone since!)


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