Okay, you've read the little notes to customers I've written in my past, as a barista. I dealt with some pretty annoying people. However, they were just angry-annoying and not funny-annoying. So here's a couple tidbits of my new customer base, the hilarious.
Me: Anything else on your sandwhich?
Guy: Do you have any seasoning salts?
Me: Well, we have salt and pepper.
Guy: Ok, what other flavors?
Me: Salt...and pepper...and oregano?
Guy: Yeah I'll have that.
Me: Okay, but that's not really a salt.
Guy: What kind of oils do you have?
Me: ...olive.
Guy: Any other kind?
Me: Um, this is Subway, we don't really have specialty oils and salts.
Guy: disappointed Oh...that's it then I guess...
And another
Me: What would you like on the meatball sub?
Girl: Lettuce
Me: putting on the lettuce
Girl: NO NO THATS THE WRONG SUB I THOUGHT MEATBALL ONLY CAME WITH CHEESE!!!!! Oh, well, you can just pick all the lettuce off.
Me: Well, that's not the easiest thing in the world to do... as I'm picking little pieces of shredded lettuce out of marinara sauce
Girl: Well, I don't like the kid that much anyways.
Some of my personal favorites are when customers come in and start ordering a sub, look around alarmed, and ask if we're closed. I usually respond "No...we let you in didn't we?". I usually want to just say "Yes" and continue making the sandwhich.
One time I had a guy sing the 5 dollar footlong song to me every time I tried to ask him what he wanted. I could have killed him but it was pretty funny after the fact.
Oooh, here's another one. There's this guy that comes in, gets a sub, pays 34 cents cash, $5 on his card, and gets a nickle in change. No idea why he does this. Anyways, I'd never rung him up before so I was a little hesitant, but I figured it out. I swipe his card, and it declines. He starts shouting. "ITS IMPOSSIBLE FOR IT TO DECLINE, THIS IS A DEBIT, ITS NOT EVEN CREDIT, AND I HAVE OVERDRAFT PROTECTION". I told him he needed to call his bank and make sure, because it has nothing to do with me. He proceeded to call us idiots and stormed out after throwing the sandwhich back at us. I'm hoping for two possible outcomes: 1) he comes back and is very anal again and I ask if he ever resolved that problem with his card and 2) he never comes back after calling his bank and finding out his card was frozen or something. It sort of made my day though.
Sometimes, I love my job.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Tidbit
Posted by Kittymoose at 1:06 AM
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Hahahhahaa I'm sitting at subway right now dying over this. How about when you told a customer that her sub didn't look too appetizing but that's okay cuz she has to eat it? Or when you tell customers that you can't hear them because they're speaking into the glass? Orrr when you tell them to speak up. Or when you look over at me and we know it's flatbread? Or when you tell people who order 6+ subs that they can call it in.
Oh and btw, that man said "what kind of oil?" and you said "oil" back. Hahahahahahahaha. Oh my god I'm sitting on the white thing typing this dying. Love it. Good times.
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