I worked at Taco Del Mar at one point. (It's like Sub Way, with delicious ass mexican food instead.)
A gentlman had me make him a burrito.
"Would you like any hot, medium, or mild sauce sir?"
"Sure, give me hot.
"You sure sir? This stuff is pretty spicy."
"Yeah, little more."
"That good?"
"No, little more."
"Are you sure sir? This stuff is very powerful."
"Yeah I'm sure, do I look like a *****? Little more....Okay you're good."
Two minutes later he comes back.
"You made this shit too hot. I want another one, for free!"
"Sir, I'm sorry it isn't to your liking but I gave you fair warning of it, and as such I cannot in good conscience replace it."
"Who said anything about replacing it? You're giving me another!"
Here I gave him a very pissed off 'really? Am I now?' look.
"Sir, do to losses we are nolonger allowed to give out food to employees, friends, or replacing an order not made to your liking after fair warning."
"Bull SHIT! Give me your manager."
Manager who had been standing two feet from me the entire time doesn't even look up from making the burrito for another customer: "He's right."
"Shut up *****! I ain't talking to you!"
"I'm the manager you know. I witnessed your order, leave now or I'll be forced to call the police." She walks into her office.
"Oh, whoa, no need to do that. Look, I'm just a little pissed that-" Manager returns and takes a picture of him. "Hey! What the fuck!?"
"You are hereby banned from all Taco Del Mars in the Bremerton/Kitsap region. This picture will be posted in all establishments with a note refusing to serve you. Have a good day."
Retard came back with the police. It was based on our word, plus two witnesses against his. Never saw him again.
I worked at a furniture shop on a navy base once. We had furniture sales every Tuesday.
This woman comes up to me, as I am trying to hold a 200 pound couch on it's uneven end (all ends were uneven, and I had to prop it up tallwise), and trying to wrap it in shrink wrap at the same time. Needless to say, I'm about to be crushed, I'm struggling to even perform what is a two man task on my own, and I am visibley in trouble and fatigued. I politely acknowledged her anyway.
"Excuse me sir, what day is your sale?"
There was a HUGE sing right above me, no higher than nine feet. There were ten more in the 40x40 square foot showroom we were in. I point to it.
"No, not that sale, the one you guys have every week."
I point to it, Big Furniture Sale, Every Tuesday.
"Look, just tell me!"
"Look....*grunt, huff, grunt.* Ma'am, I can't....really, ghack!"
"That's it! I want to speak to a manager! Go get your manager NOW"
"You....gonna hold this.... two hundred pound couch for me? *grunt!*"
"NO! That's not my job! Now get me your manager!"
"FINE!" I drop the couch, LOUD thud even with the carpet muffling it a bit. "Wait here."
Get the manager, come back.
"Hi, I'm Dorris, how can I help you?"
"Yes, this rude customer has been treating me like some punk while I'm trying to figure when your sale is."
Manager looks at the woman as if she is retarded.
"Well miss, it's every Tuesday, as is posted above you, on all doors, at the register, and on numerous sings throughout the store."
"This tuesday?"
"Every Tuesday."
"What's today?'
"Tuesday."
"Is the sale going on today?" (She was serious......)
"yes."
"Thank you."
I mouth 'I hope you die' as she turns.
Manager turns to me as I begin the shitty process of making a go at this couch again.
"Hey *Name withheald*, take a break." *Here's where it gets bad. I don't actually get breaks. I have a walke talkie and if something needs to be done I am not allowed to ask a customer to wait five minutes, even on my lunch break. This was especially shitty when I had to work a 12 hour shift.*
I walk off towards the double doors to the warehouse where I am supposed to take a break if I remain in the store, when I am stopped by my new 'best friend'.
"Hey! Rude boy."
I stop. Dead in my tracks, hunched forward in such a manner that says you had best be a figment of my imagination. SO, I venture my insanity.
"Ma'am, I am twenty. I am not a boy, I am an adult, and I had a name tag on the entire time you talked to me as a couch that weighed as much as I do was crushing me. So you had better not have just reffered to me as rude boy."
Apparently all she heard was, "Yes my queen, empress, godess and focus of all my desires? How may I best serve your female parts today?"
"Can I see that couch you were next to?"
"You mean that sectional I was trying to take apart and put away?"
"Yes."
"It's right over there."
"No, I want to see one in a different color."
"We have many magazines up front with everything we have in stock and can order, it comes in four different colors, you can check it out up there."
"No, I want to see a real thing."
"Ma'am, that would require me to pull out a three section couch, take it out of it's wrapping, then wrap it in NEW wrapper by myself. And we are not allowed to take anything not going onto the floor out of it's wrapping if it is bigger than a love seat."
"I don't care about your policies, I want to see it now."
"Well, the packaging is pretty transparent so I can take you back if you like-"
"NO! I want to see it NOW!"
I just stared at her a moment.
"Well, are you going to get it?"
"That depends....Which conversation have you been in?"
"*Gruffly sighs* Get me your manager." Dorris was right behind her.
"He's right. We would be more than happy to take you back there ma'am."
"That will be fine then."
So, we take her back. Unfortunately, the warehouse manager is a fucking psycho and had it about two stories up. We would have to get a mobile platform. So, we get it.
"I'm not getting in that thing. I'll get hurt!"
"I assure you miss, it's perfectly safe."
My manager was there with us: "This is the only way to view it right now ma'am."
"No! bring it down."
"I'm sorry ma'am, but the couch is too large and heavy for *name withheald* to bring down by himself."
"I...DON'T...CARE! BRING.....IT....DOWN! I...WANT...TO...SEE...IT! Or did you not learn English when you came here?" My manager was Phillipeno (sp?)
"EXCUSE ME!" I shouted as I came down the platform, "You need to slow your role and cut the racism little miss too big for herself."
"*name withheald*, that will be enough. Just bring it down real quick."
"Real quick? I'm supposed to bring something bigger and as heavy as me down 'real quick' then bring it back up because this clown's daddy gave her too many ponies?"
"Excuse me!?" The woman was insanely mad at this point.
"NO! Excuse ME! I'll be leaving now. Dorris, consider this my two weeks. As of two weeks, I'm quitting today."
"You can't quit now! We need someone to run the warehouse!"
"As of a minute ago, that was no longer my problem."
And here is where it gets even BETTER! The woman gets in my way!
"Now listen you! You go get that couch, and bring it down and get back to your miserable job!"
To quote Iron Maiden, 'And then I faced her with a freezing glance, and the hellfires raged in my eyes.' She seemed to have shrunk
"You have two options. Get out of my way, or learn to walk on your hands."
And I stormed off.....I had dealt with this situation twice, and many almost as bad three times in the past two weeks, my hours had been severely cut, and the hours I did work we were under staffed, and I was the only warehouse worker. And that place gets BUSY. So, I left.
I hate people...
