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    Oh Jews

    | Greensboro, NC, USA | Coworkers, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink, Religion

    (I wait tables at a local place known specifically for its ribs. Sauce on the side was a common request. A coworker runs into the back frustrated.)

    Coworker: “I don’t f****** understand this guy. I’ve brought him six cups of sauce on the side and he’s mad. He wants a manager.”

    (The manager isn’t back there so I go out to try and smooth things over.)

    Me: “Sir, I understand there is an issue. Hopefully I can take care of it for you.”

    Customer: “This better not be a joke. I’ve asked repeatedly for au jus and my server keeps bringing me cups of bbq sauce.”

    (I grab the au jus from the line and the customer is satisfied. I hunt down my coworker.)

    Me: “What just happened? He asked for au jus and you brought him a cup of bbq each time.”

    Coworker: “Au jus? What’s that? I thought he was asking for ‘Jew sauce.'”

    Me: *right eye starts twitching*

    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!)

    His Odd Behavior Just Hit The Roof

    , | Pittsburgh, PA, USA | Awesome Workers, Bizarre/Silly, Coworkers

    (The managers we have are all pretty laid back on the rules, so long as everything is done by the end of the night. There is one coworker who always finds a way to lighten the mood of an otherwise stressful shift. I am working the night shift on the fourth of July when fireworks start going off. We can see them out the drive-thru windows, but a majority of them are obscured by trees and so on.)

    Coworker: “Wow… those are beautiful. We should all go on the roof, and watch them for a while.”

    (I just laugh it off, and continue with my shift. A couple hours later, where I’m wrapping up the last few minutes of my shift, and getting ready to leave:)

    Manager: “Has anyone seen [Coworker]?”

    (It dawns on me that I hadn’t seen him in the last half hour. We all start looking for him, when someone goes outside. Lo and behold, he’s there, standing on the roof to watch the fireworks.)

    Me: “Get down here, man! You gotta cook some meat!”

    Fell Under New Management

    | MA, USA | Bosses & Owners, Health & Body

    (There’s a spill on the floor that hasn’t been mopped up, but I don’t see it as I walk by with a tray of drinks. I slip and fall hard, dropping all of the drinks and hitting my hip on the floor. My manager rushes over, and I think he’s going to help me up. Instead…)

    Manager #1: “Were you wearing non-slip shoes?!”

    Me: *shocked, wet, and in pain* “Yes! And I’m fine. Thanks for asking!”

    (In contrast, about a year later, I slipped and fell again, this time with a different manager on duty. I’m not hurt, so I just get up and go about my business.)

    Manager #2: *comes up to me 10 minutes later* “Oh, my god, I heard that you fell! Are you okay? Does anything feel broken? Do you need to go home?”

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