(I’ve just ordered a small salad and some fries. I get the salad almost immediately, but the fries take longer. It’s been nearly a half hour when I finally ask about my fries.)

Me: “Excuse me, I ordered a side of fries about thirty minutes ago. Is it going to take much longer?”

Cashier: “It might. I don’t know. I don’t do fries. I’ll ask my coworker.”

(They go over to talk to their coworker at the fryer.)

Cashier: “Alright, he said it should only take a few more minutes. Probably got lost in the system because of your salad, haha.”

Me: “Thanks so much!”

(Another ten minutes pass. Several orders are put out, most of them with fries on the side. I start to get annoyed, and the cashier sees this.)

Cashier: “Hold on, I’ll take care of it…”

(She goes over to her co-worker and asks where my fries are, again.)

Fry Guy: “Stop f*****g asking me! I’ll get them when I f*****g get them!”

Cashier: “If you don’t stop speaking like that I will have [boss] have a stern talk with you.”

Fry Guy: “Yeah, right, I’ve been here way longer than you. Plus that fat-a** b***h doesn’t need more fat and grease.”

(At this moment, I turn and see a large man with “Manager” written on his name tag. He’s been listening and finally speaks up.)

Manager: *to the fry guy* “No, you have not been here that long, and this young lady is not fat. You’re fired.”

Fry Guy: “Aw come on, I’ve been here longer than [cashier] has been! Gimmie another chance!”

Manager: “No, you’ve done this five times in the last week already! I want your whites on my desk by two o’ clock, no later.”

Fry Guy: *mutters curses and stomps to the back*

Cashier: “Here, I’ll take your entire order off. It’s on us.”

(All that trouble over two handfuls of fries!)

(I am scheduled to work on Sundays and Mondays, but on Tuesday I catch a bad strain of flu. I send my boss three emails to make sure she knows I won’t be able to work. However, on Sunday morning she rings my house, and as I am sick in bed my father answers the phone.)

My Dad: “Hello, [last name] residence.”

Boss: “WHERE’S [my name]?! She’s not at work!”

My Dad: “[My name] is sick in bed, and—”

Boss: “Sickness is no excuse! If she doesn’t come in, she’s fired!”

My Dad: *calmly* “[My name] went to the doctor on Wednesday, got diagnosed with a bad strain of influenza, and is currently in bed resting. She is on four different kinds of medication, and sent you three separate e-mails at least five days in advance letting you know that she wasn’t going to be able to work today and tomorrow. I know you received them because you responded to two of them calling her a liar and saying that her illness was ‘just a head cold.’ I don’t know how you thought you could diagnose my daughter through the internet, but you have had ample notice that she is incapable of work right now, and I can vouch as to her genuine illness.”

Boss: “I DON’T HAVE TO DEAL WITH SOMEBODY AS IRRATIONAL AS YOU!” *hangs up*

(Incredibly, the next time I came into work I was fired because I didn’t show up when I was sick!)

(Note: My manager always brings her two young kids into work, where they continually get under the chefs’ feet and generally be the biggest nuisances.)

Manager’s Kid: “Hey you! Give me an ice cream!”

(I glance out to where the manager is chain-smoking, as usual, but she doesn’t notice me. Knowing he’ll throw a tantrum anyway if I don’t, I make him a small ice cream. A few minutes later…)

Manager: *to me* “Did you give [kid] ice cream?! You stupid girl, what did you do that for? Now you’ve ruined his dinner! And you can’t just give out free ice cream like that. Everything has to be accounted for. Don’t EVER do that again!”

(The next day…)

Manager’s Kid: “I want ice cream!”

Me: “Sorry dude; not before your dinner.”

(A few minutes later…)

Manager: “DID YOU SAY ‘NO’ TO MY SON?!”

Related:
We All Get Screamed At For Ice Cream

(My first child is sick and has been up all night crying with a fever. Before the store even opens, I am in the parking lot staring through the store window at the medicine I need with my sick, screaming baby. I can see and hear two employees nearby watching and making fun of me.)

Rude Employee #1: “Oh my god, do you see that? That crack w**** is here with her crack baby so early in the morning! I thought those kinds of people only came out at night.”

Rude Employee #2: “I guess you can never tell. I wonder what’s so important that she has to bring her screaming brat with her before we even open?”

(I ignore them as I wait patiently, but after another ten minutes my patience is wearing thin. I am about to tell them off when another employee walks up to the front doors and opens them.)

Nice Employee: “Ma’am, I know the store isn’t open for another twenty minutes, but I wanted to check on you.”

Me: “Oh, I’m sorry. My baby has had a fever all night and just won’t sleep! I only need something to help her fever so she’ll stop crying.”

Nice Employee: “I see. Would you come with me, please?”

(He opens the door for me and lets me into the store.)

Nice Employee: “Get what you need and I’ll meet you on register one to ring you out.”

Rude Employee #1: “Hey! Don’t let that crack w**** in here. Her baby’s not sick! She’s just scamming you so she can shoplift!”

(Fortunately, the nice employee ignores them and helps me find what I need and walks me to the front of the store)

Nice Employee: “I’m sorry we let you wait out there so long. If I had known I would have gotten to you sooner. Unfortunately the registers are still not open, so I can’t ring you in, but I can let you go home with the medicine.”

Me: “But I have to pay for it. Let me at least leave some money here. You’ve been so nice; you can keep the extra as a tip.”

Nice Employee: “Ma’am, that’s very sweet of you, but I must insist you take your medicine and your sweet little girl home. As a single father, I have been in your shoes before, so I would like to pay for your baby’s medicine.”

Me: “Thank you. This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you so much!”

(I always go back to that store just because of that one nice employee. He totally makes up for the rude ones.)

(I’m returning to a fast food restaurant after they had previously messed up my order. The manager greets me and orders a replacement meal for me.)

Manager: “Hey, [employee], I need one double cheeseburger and one stuffed burger, a medium fries, and two—”

Employee: “I don’t see none of this on the order screen!”

Manager: “I didn’t ring it up; that’s why. It’s a replacement meal.”

Employee: “And why should I make it?”

Manager: “Because I said so!”

Employee: *mimics* “Because I said so!”

Manager: “Just do it!”

Employee: “How do I know that ticket ain’t fake? I don’t see no customer!”

(By this time, I have already moved away from the registers to sit and wait for my food.)

Manager: “Do you seriously want me to inconvenience the customer by bringing her all the way to the kitchen so you can see her?”

Employee: “Oh, f*** you.”

(As I go to get my food finally…)

Manager: *sighs* “I hate being this young and a manager. No respect whatsoever.”