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    A Cup Is Half Empty Service

    | Washington, DC, USA | Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful, School, Top

    (While on an eighth grade class trip around the capital we stop at a very popular coffee shop. Most of my classmates order hot chocolate or other very sugary drinks. I order black coffee, however, but find a problem with it.)

    Me: “Um… Excuse me, there seems to be a problem with my drink.”

    Barista: “I knew you wouldn’t like actual coffee. Would you like for me to switch that out for a hot chocolate for you?”

    Me: “No, I was actually wondering why I paid for a large and you barely filled the cup up half-way.”

    Barista: “Well, I left some room for cream and sugar in it. I just figured you would need a lot, trying to act grown up and all.”

    Me: “Look I ordered a large coffee, and I paid for a large coffee. Could you please just fill it up like I asked.”

    Barista: “No. I don’t want to waste coffee when you are just gonna pour it out.”

    Me: “Fine, then give me my money back and I’ll take my business elsewhere.”

    Barista: “No. You ordered a drink and got it. You have to pay for things.”

    Me: “No. I ordered a large and got less than a small. Now, please get me either my money or your manager.”

    Barista: “Ugh, fine.”

    (After getting the manager I explained the situation and was given both my money back and the full cup of coffee.)

    Doesn’t Have This In The Bag

    | NY, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (Typically when I get groceries I use the self-checkout lanes, because the baggers here are notoriously awful. However, I had a few coupons today and the self-check always has issues processing coupons, so I go to the regular checkout.)

    Me: “Oh, and, I don’t mean to be rude but, can you please make sure the bread goes in a separate bag?”

    Cashier: “I know how to do my job!”

    Me: “I’m not saying you don’t! I’m just a bit paranoid from having it crushed a few times.”

    Cashier: *looks offended* “Well, I’m not an idiot!”

    (The cashier then proceeds to not only shove the loaf of down into the bag in such a way that it’s almost folded over in half, he then DROPS a 2-liter of soda on top of it, and flips the bag over a few times to ‘tie it off.’)

    Cashier: “Here you go.”

    Me: “Did you do that on purpose?”

    Cashier: “What are you talking about?”

    (I still don’t know whether he was just faking innocence or if he really didn’t realize he ruined two items simultaneously. Thankfully, the customer service desk let me replace the smashed-to-pieces bread, and the explosion-waiting-to-happen soda.)

    Pizza Pie Meets Pizza Fry

    , | NJ, USA | Bizarre/Silly, Employees, Food & Drink

    Me: “Can I have two plain slices of pizza and a side of fries?”

    Waiter: “Sure.”

    (I wait. He comes back, but with two slices of pizza with fries on them.)

    Me: “Um…”

    Waiter: “Is something wrong?”

    Me: “I ordered two slices and fries.”

    Waiter: “Oh, my god, I’m sorry!”

    Me: “Don’t worry about it. Mistakes happen.”

    Waiter: “You sure?”

    Me: “I’m sure.”

    (I am only able to eat one because it was filling, but it did taste great. Now whenever I get the same waiter, he makes sure I want my pizza and fries separate.)

    Misunderstanding The Free Market

    | Marseilles, France | Bosses & Owners, Crazy Requests, Food & Drink, Top

    (A new restaurant has opened in my city and struggles to get customers. The staff decides to organise a carnival party and hires some of my friends who play Latino music. The owner of the restaurant also wants a dancer to put on a show during the carnival party. My friends pass on to her my phone number. The owner and I agree to meet at the restaurant to discuss the event.)

    Owner: “Nice to meet you! I’m so glad you agreed to meet me in person, before we sealed anything. I was so scared you could have been an ugly dancer! No one likes ugly dancers! And you are so pretty! Anyway, I thought you could dance here next Saturday during the party. I want you to perform four dances and then spend time with the customers just to encourage them to dance. You have to be here at seven pm sharp and you’ll probably leave around two am. Make sure you talk about the party to your friends so they can come here and have a great night.”

    Me: “Okay, that sounds all right to me. So, I charge [price] for such an event.”

    Owner: “Well, the thing is, you see, we are a new restaurant with a little budget. We have very few customers and struggling to make ends meet. All of our budget is going to the professional musicians, because they are really good, and we have no other choice but to pay them. We know that dancers usually do that job because they are passionate. What we can offer in exchange is a lot of advertising. We can put flyers for your company and your dance classes. We will also talk about you on social networks and on our fan-page. Or if you do not want advertising, we can offer you a voucher for a free meal. But obviously, we can’t offer you both as we are on a restrained budget.”

    Me: “Pardon? So you want me to spend five hours at your restaurant on a Saturday night, come with all of my friends, bring my expensive costumes, and put a show for you for either a meal or advertising? And on top of that, you are implying that I’m not as worthy as the musicians, and do not deserve to be paid? Just so you know I haven’t only studied performing arts at university. I also have a degree in marketing, so I do not really need any help when it comes to advertising.”

    Owner: “But we really need your help. You have to understand us. It’s very difficult for us to make ends meet.”

    Me: “I am very sorry, but my policy is to only volunteer for charity. Your restaurant is a business, not a NGO. Currently, I am volunteering with three different organisations on a weekly basis. And actually, for one of these NGO, we are looking for a restaurant that would host us for free, as part of a fundraising. Are you willing to help us for free?”

    Owner: *silent, with a very shocked face*

    (No need to say I never went to that place again.)

    In Need Of A Wait-less Waitress

    | IN, USA | Bad Behavior, Employees, Food & Drink, Ignoring/Inattentive, Lazy/Unhelpful

    (My husband, his sister, and I have stopped in a local bar for some food and drinks. The place is perhaps 1/3 full. We wait for about 10 minutes before the waitress swings by.)

    Waitress: “Sorry about the wait. We’re really busy. What can I get you to drink?”

    (My husband orders a beer, I order a cherry [Soda], and his sister orders a margarita.)

    Waitress: “All right. I’ll be back with those shortly.”

    (20 minutes pass, and the waitress still has not brought us our drinks. She’s been alternately floating between the other tables and leaning against the bar with a cigarette. Finally, she brings our drinks and vanishes again without a word.)

    Sister-In-Law: “This isn’t what I ordered… I wanted a margarita, not a beer.”

    Me: “And I’m pretty sure this is diet [Soda], not cherry.”

    (We flag down the waitress.)

    Sister-In-Law: “I wanted a margarita.”

    Me: “And are you sure this is cherry [Soda]? It tastes like diet.”

    Waitress: “I dunno what soda that is. I can’t remember what fountain I used.”

    (This raises some brows at our table; I’d watched her pour the drink less than a minute ago. The waitress comes back with our drinks, correct this time.)

    Husband: “Can we order? I think we’re all ready to eat—”

    Waitress: “NO.”

    Me: “Excuse me?”

    Waitress: “You can’t order now. I have, like, two tables in front of you. I’m really busy. You’ll have to wait.”

    (She leaves without another word. I watch her walk to the table next to us and take their order… writing it down on the cardboard backside of her notepad instead of the order slips.)

    Sister-In-Law: “I’m starving.”

    Me: “Me, too. I can’t believe she wouldn’t take our order! Isn’t that what the notepad is for?”

    (We spend the next 15 minutes trying to flag down the waitress, who eventually disappears into the back room. By this time, we are all so hungry that we’ve gotten irritable, and we’ve decided to go to the Mexican restaurant across the street. There’s only one other employee that I can see working behind the bar.)

    Me: “Excuse me? I need—”

    Bartender: *walks off*

    (I stare in disbelief, and then wait another five minutes standing at the bar until she returns.)

    Bartender: “What do you want?”

    Me: “We’ve been waiting 45 minutes and haven’t even ordered yet. We’d like to pay our bill and leave.”

    Bartender: “I can’t do that for you. You’ll need your waitress.”

    Me: “Where is she?”

    Bartender: “I dunno.”

    Me: “Can you get her for me, please?”

    (The bartender vanishes into the back room. As the door swings open, I catch a clear glimpse of our waitress, leaning against a wall with another cigarette in her hand. Five minutes pass, and suddenly I see our waitress walk briskly to my husband, mutter something, and walk off without another word.)

    My Husband: “Let’s go.”

    Me: “But the bill?”

    Husband: “The waitress just said we don’t have to pay for our drinks.”

    Sister-In-Law: “What?”

    Husband: “She apparently doesn’t want to deal with it.”

    (We went to the Mexican restaurant instead. We were seated and had dinner on our table within 15 minutes. We haven’t been back to that bar since!)


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