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    My Request Is On The Table

    | FL, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Bosses & Owners, Employees, Food & Drink

    (I am part of the university’s drama club and participate in all the plays and musicals. It is tradition for the cast to go out to eat at a restaurant each night after a performance and usually we have a big cast. We take a count each night before we start the production to see who will go out to dinner afterwards and then call the restaurant ahead of time to let them know how big a group would be coming. All our dinners are late at night as well, well past 10:30 pm. One night we have a play on April 1, and I was the first one to be done getting dressed in my street clothes, so I went ahead to get our reservation. This happens when I get to the restaurant.)

    Hostess: *smiling brightly* “Hello! Welcome to [Restaurant]. Do you have a reservation?”

    Me: “Hey there. I’m with [drama club that has 20+ people]. Are our tables ready?”

    Hostess: *her smile drops and she has a horrified look on her face* “Ummm… excuse me for one moment…”

    (She goes to the back to get someone and I stand at the front of the restaurant feeling very confused. The hostess comes with her manager, both looking worried. After they check a few things on their computer, he turns to me:)

    Me: “Is everything okay?”

    Manager: “Oh yeah, don’t worry! We have enough tables for your group.”

    Me: “So, what was the problem?”

    Manager: “Honestly, when we got the call for your reservation we thought it was actually an April’s Fool prank since you had so many people coming so late!”

    (I had a good laugh with the employees and when everyone else came we got our usual group of tables. The other cast members had a good laugh at the fake April Fool’s joke we pulled on the poor employees.)

    Sandwiched Between Incompetence And Laziness

    | Baton Rouge, LA, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Musical Mayhem

    (I’m a customer in a sandwich shop chain famous for letting you build your own sandwiches through a line. The girl working the line has one ear-bud in her ear, leaving the other open to hear me with.)

    Me: “I’d like a foot long [bread].”

    Worker: *stares at me blankly*

    Me: “Hello? Foot long [bread]. Please.”

    Worker: *grabs the right bread, cuts the foot long in half, and puts one of the six inch halves on the line*

    Me: “No. No. Foot long. The big one, not little.”

    Worker: “Oh, why didn’t you say so?” *grabs another foot long of the bread, slices it open* “You want it toasted?”

    Me: “No.”

    Worker: *begins putting it in the toaster*

    Me: “I said no! Stop!”

    Worker: “Okay, fine! What cheese do you want?”

    Me: “No cheese.”

    Worker: *puts cheddar on the bread*

    Me: “Please take that off. I said NO cheese.” *she does so* “Okay, I would like the tuna salad, and extra tuna please.”

    Worker: “I only have enough for your sandwich. We don’t have any extra.”

    (The manager, who is stocking the racks that hold the chips, finally pipes up.)

    Manager: “Go get some more from the back; you know where it is.”

    Me: *after the worker is gone* “You know, I think she would do a better job if she’d get that thing out her ear!”

    Manager: “What thing?”

    Me: “The ear-bud she has in. I think she’s listening to music and she can’t figure out who to pay attention to.”

    Manager: “[Worker]!”

    Worker: *coming out with more tuna salad* “Yes?”

    Manager: “Do you have ear-buds in?”

    (She quickly pops the ear-bud out and hides it in her pocket.)

    Worker: “No.”

    Manager: “You know that’s not allowed. If I catch you again you’re being sent home.”

    (She quickly finished my sandwich with no further problems but she sure gave me a death glare!)

    It’s A Slippery Oily Slope

    | WA, USA | Coworkers, Food & Drink, Health & Body, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (I’m an events specialist, and for this demo I have to go the back area of the deli in a very busy store I don’t usually work in. I notice both how oily the area smells and how quickly the employees forget I’m there and overhear the following:)

    Employee #1: “So, about the oil in this fryer – how often should we filter it?”

    Employee #2: “Oh, I guess we’re supposed to do it every night, but I just use the basket to kind of it stir it so it doesn’t look too bad. Manager makes us do too many things to worry about it. I maybe do it, like, once a week.”

    Employee #1: “Does that work?”

    Employee #2: “Yeah, the oil’s so hot it should kill anything bad.”

    Making Drive-Thru Feel Affronted

    , | Peterborough, ON, Canada | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

    (There’s a drive thru order for an item that we only cook to order and takes about four minutes. I’m cooking it and it’s just about ready when we receive an order on front counter for the same thing. I start cooking it and put the first one on the heat chute.)

    Me: “Drive thru, your hot dog is up.”

    Customer On Front: “Hey, that’s mine!”

    Me: “Sorry for the confusion. Theirs came up first because they ordered a couple minutes before you. Yours will be ready shortly.”

    Customer On Front: “That doesn’t matter; I should be first!”

    (He leaves with his food, still making a stink. The next day, the manager calls me into the office.)

    Manager: “You know you aren’t supposed to serve drive-thru before front. We had someone complain that you gave his food away yesterday.”

    Me: “Oh, yeah, I remember him. He didn’t even place his order until the one for drive-thru was cooked.”

    Manager: “That doesn’t matter; it’s always front first when they order at the same time.”

    Me: “They weren’t at the same time, though. Drive-thru ordered several minutes ahead of front. Pull up the orders on the computer; I’m sure I can find it.”

    Manager: “Front gets served first no matter what and that’s the end of it.”

    Me: *giving up* “Okay, but don’t be surprised when we get complaints about drive-thru waiting eight minutes for their food.”

    Ignoring The Meat Of The Matter

    , | Peterborough, ON, Canada | Coworkers, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive

    (Our broiler breaks down during lunch service. It’s our only means of cooking burgers. Fortunately we still have a small number on hold but not enough to last very long. I’m working in the back making the orders. We sell the last of the meat and are now only able to offer chicken. I inform the cashiers of this and they all acknowledge it. Moments later an order comes up for two burgers.)

    Me: “We don’t have meat.”

    (The cashier keeps going.)

    Me: *louder* “We’re out of meat.”

    (The cashier keeps going.)

    Me: *practically yelling now* “[Cashier], WE DON’T HAVE MEAT!”

    (The cashier finishes the order and I’m finally able to get her attention.)

    Me: “[Cashier], you know we don’t have any meat left, right?”

    Cashier: *blank stare* “Yeah, so?”

    Me: “So… what did you just sell?”

    Cashier: “Two burgers, why?”

    Me: “What am I supposed to make them with?”

    Cashier: “Uh, the meat.”

    Me: “The meat we don’t have any of?”

    Cashier: “OH! When did we run out?”


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