When I was in high school, I had a part-time job at a chain restaurant that shall remain nameless. I started out working the registers, and I used to tell my coworkers that all the problem customers seemed to get into my line. (Note to customers: Bringing a minimum-wage cashier to the verge of tears with your verbal abuse is nothing to be proud of, mmkay?)
For purposes of this story, it helps to understand that our managers got very irritated whenever we had to void a sale. They had to unlock the register and initial the slips of paper, and it was all a big deal.
One morning when we had just opened, the first customer walked in. She had a choice of my friend’s register, which was directly in front of her, or my register, which was farther away. She veered over to my line and ordered a coffee, and I rang it up. While I waited for her to dig her money out of her purse, I put two creams and two sugars on the counter, which I would give her along with the coffee. “Oh, I’m going to need more than that,” she said, glancing at the cream and sugar. So I put two more creams and two more sugars on the counter. But she said, “Oh, I’m going to need a lot more than that.” So I piled up more cream tubs and sugar packets, still waiting for her to pay for the coffee.
At this point, she closed her purse and said, “I’ve changed my mind. I’m tired of dealing with you people.” She then walked out of the store while my friend said, “They really do pick your line!”
The most FML part was having to tell my manager that I had a void on the first sale of the day.
Nowadays, I have a desk job. :-)
Repeat after me: be nice to people in the service industry :)
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