![]() ![]() The rest of the night, he would go to the bar, walk back, and give me the stink eye. He says, “Every Sarah I’ve ever met sucks.” Now, I don’t get bent out of shape without good reason, so I just brush it off as banter, or maybe a recent breakup with a Sarah, and say, “Hah, well, nice to meet you anyway, Bob” and shook his hand. The introduction went like this… “Bob, this is Sarah, Sarah, Bob.” At this point, I was introduced to a guy, we’ll call him Bob. After a while, I got semi-separated from my fiancé. The group became larger and larger with time. ![]() I was out at the local watering hole with a group of girlfriends. The look on her face was priceless, and I didn’t regret it for a second. So, since I was having an awful day anyway and really could not see a witch like this ever working for us, I grabbed her application from the register, walked it over to the lobby trashcan nearest to her table, crumpled it up, and threw it away as she watched. So she stormed back to her table, obviously just fuming from this totally normal exchange, and started complaining loudly to her group about not getting a refund for the “flat” soda. I said, as politely as I could, “Ma’am, I replaced your soda, sorry if there was an inconvenience but I don’t think a refund should be necessary.” So I took it and told her to get another one out of the cooler, then check it to make sure it was good. I asked her what was wrong, and she pointed to her BOTTLED Mountain Dew and barked “THIS IS FLAT!” It was a bit accusing, as though it were my fault that the bottle of soda she just opened was flat. I assumed that in the shuffle we had messed up her sandwich or something like that. So I motioned for her to come up to the counter, since I knew she had a complaint and I wanted to get it fixed right away. I spotted her right away she was standing with a glaring face, crossing her arms and tapping her foot, trying her best to look obviously angry. They sat down to eat their food, and the girl who just turned in her application got back in line. They had a huge order and we did our best to get it out quickly, but it was obvious from the looks on their faces that we just weren’t quick enough for their liking. She handed it back before they were done ordering and I stashed it on a shelf under the register and started making their food. While they were ordering, one of them asked for a job application and started filling it out on the counter. The line was almost out the door and we were short-staffed, so it was pretty hectic. On one particularly memorable day, a group of ladies came in during our busiest hour, just past noon. I was working as a shift leader in a Dunkin’ Donuts and dealt with my fair share of rude jerks. If she would have been nice about the whole thing, she would have probably gotten away without ever having to pay those, but now she has a few hundred bucks worth of tickets. I ask to see her last ticket “so I can check if everything is right.” Little does she know, with the information I got from the ticket, I transferred all of those tickets she got onto her account. So when I see that for some reason the tickets she got aren’t even linked to her account…I decide to do the opposite of helping her. ![]() She’s yelling at me the entire time I’m trying to look it up. ![]() She was being so rude about the whole situation, but I politely looked up her account to see if I can find any errors or anything that might help her. This witch comes in raising Cain over some tickets she rightfully got. We get yelled at a lot, but one woman made all the other rude customers look like saints. I don’t write tickets, I just man the front desk, answer questions, and enter permits and changes into our database. I work for parking services at a decent-sized university. ![]()
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