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    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!)

    Not My Problem Coworkers

    | MI, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Coworkers, Health & Body, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (The morning after a major snowstorm, most of our first shift staff have difficulty getting in to work. I’m an hour late, and only the second one in. Knowing this might happen, our manager made sure to issue instructions to the staff that all workers are expected to work late if their replacement is delayed by the snow. When I arrive, the third shift staff, who are notorious for shirking anything they see as extra work, are seated at the nurses’ station, waiting to hand off the keys to the med carts. I can see that more than a dozen call lights are going off, meaning that residents are likely lying in pools of their own waste and waiting to be changed.)

    Third Shifter #1: “About d*** time you got here. We’ve been waiting to give you the keys so we can clock out.”

    Me: “You’re still on the clock? Have you been answering call lights?”

    Third Shifter #2: “H***, no. After 6 am, they’re not our problem.”

    Me: “So you’ve just left them lying there for the last hour?”

    Third Shifter #1: “Yes. Ain’t my problem. You just count the narcotics and sign the book so we can clock out.”

    Me: “Can you stay on the clock for a while longer and help me until more of the first shift staff arrives?”

    Third Shifter #2: “Ain’t gonna happen. We stayed late enough already, and we’re going home.”

    (I count the narcotics, sign the logbook, and accept the keys to the med carts. Knowing that I’m in for a rough day, I start answering call lights. Thankfully, I get a call from our manager, saying that she’s using her truck to pick up stranded coworkers, so help is on the way. As I exit a resident’s room carrying a bag of soiled linens and over-soaked adult diapers, I see the third shift staff sitting in the dining room, drinking coffee and laughing.)

    Me: “Hey, guys, did you decide to stay and help? Room 34 has been waiting the longest, and room—”

    Third Shifter #1: “I told you no. We’re off the clock now. But the buses ain’t runnin’ because of the snow, so we’re stuck here until they plow.”

    Me: “So you’re going to sit there and listen to the bed alarms going off?”

    Third Shifter #2: “F*** you.”

    (A grueling half-hour later, the manager arrives with three other caregivers. The manager, usually a well-dressed professional, is wearing scrubs and sneakers, and proceeds to claim responsibility for changing and dressing an entire hall of residents.)

    Manager: “[My Name], why are [Third Shifters #1 and #2] sitting there drinking coffee?”

    (I explain the situation with as much patience as I can muster, but the frustration in my voice when I relay the ‘ain’t my problem’ moment is palpable.)

    Manager: “[Third Shifter #1 and #2]! if you’re not working, you’re not allowed to hang out here. Clock in or walk out the door.”

    Third Shifter #1: “But the buses ain’t runnin’, and there’s two feet of snow. Where are we supposed to go?”

    Manager: “Ain’t my problem.”

    Actually Made Fifty Shades Less

    | Mt Pleasant, MI, USA | Bad Behavior, Bosses & Owners, Extra Stupid, Rude & Risque

    (I am restocking the shelves when my manager comes round.)

    Manager: “Hey, we need room for a hundred new copies of that new Fifty Shades book coming out. Do you think we could get more room on these shelves?”

    (The particular shelves are very near the children’s section.)

    Me: “Really? Because it might be unsuitable for this part of the store.”

    Manager: “Listen, we’re putting them on the tables near the counters, and this is the counter most people go to.”

    Me: “Yes, because it’s near the very large children’s area. Parents won’t like it if there’s smut near the kids’ section.”

    Manager: “Just do it! There’s no more room!”

    (I do so. A few weeks later…)

    Manager: “Well done, [My Name]. The Fifty Shades series has been selling really well! We’ve sold almost every copy!”

    Me: “You do realize we’ve actually made less than usual in the children’s section because the next shelves, within a child’s view, might I add – are filled with porn?”

    Manager: “No. Just be glad we made a profit!”

    Me: “We didn’t. We often sell between 40 and 50 children’s books a month. We only sold 9 this month. Unless we put the Fifty Shades in a different place no parent will come here with their children.

    Manager: “We made a profit! We sold so many Fifty Shades books!”

    Me: *annoyed* “That’s because most bookstores don’t advertise them in full view! They put them in the back parts of the bookstores, so that’s why we’ve sold more than other local bookstores!”

    Manager: *not getting it* “Exactly! That’s why we’ve made a profit!”

    (A few parents complained and the manager was replaced. The adult novels are now near the back.)


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