Customers from Hell
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
The customer is always right. And yet, as 'listentomyopinion' writes, this is utter bollocks.
Tell us of the customers who were wrong, wrong, wrong but you still had to smile at (if only to take their money.)
( , Thu 4 Sep 2008, 16:42)
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McDonalds
As a student, I could afford to spend nights in the pub drinking "Riding Mild" at 92p per pint by working at the McDonalds store in Hull town centre.
Being on till late on a Saturday night made for some oddball customers.
One occasion, at about 23:40, we'd ran out of that green pickle. As no one likes that green pickle stuff anyway, nobody bothered filling it up.
Move forwards to almost closing time, most of the drunks had fucked off to get a taxi, or wandered to a club, but we'd still the odd few wandering in.
One guy ordered a qtr pounder. He opened it up to find no pickle. "Where's the pickle?"
I explained that it'd been put away.
"I want some pickle on it." he demanded.
Ok, so I handed the burger back to the kitchen (who were damned if they were going to make a fresh one).
The pickle came in a large polythene bag full of vinegar, in a rather thick cardboard box. You couldn't open the box without scissors, so they finally found some, opened the box and put a couple of slices on the burger (after warming the burger back up on the grill).
I handed the burger back to the guy who opened it up to check.
He then fished it out, dumped it in the carton and proclaimed
"I fuckin' hate that green cucumber shit" and walked off.
The twat. Still though, I had the last laugh when he hadn't pushed the door hard enough on his way out. The door swung back, catching his elbow and causing him to shove the burger into his face and then onto the floor.
I thought I'd cracked a rib from laughing as I went and clocked off. I wasn't going to hang about waiting for him to come back and ask for another.
That was my "Customer from Hull".
( , Fri 5 Sep 2008, 17:16, 3 replies)
As a student, I could afford to spend nights in the pub drinking "Riding Mild" at 92p per pint by working at the McDonalds store in Hull town centre.
Being on till late on a Saturday night made for some oddball customers.
One occasion, at about 23:40, we'd ran out of that green pickle. As no one likes that green pickle stuff anyway, nobody bothered filling it up.
Move forwards to almost closing time, most of the drunks had fucked off to get a taxi, or wandered to a club, but we'd still the odd few wandering in.
One guy ordered a qtr pounder. He opened it up to find no pickle. "Where's the pickle?"
I explained that it'd been put away.
"I want some pickle on it." he demanded.
Ok, so I handed the burger back to the kitchen (who were damned if they were going to make a fresh one).
The pickle came in a large polythene bag full of vinegar, in a rather thick cardboard box. You couldn't open the box without scissors, so they finally found some, opened the box and put a couple of slices on the burger (after warming the burger back up on the grill).
I handed the burger back to the guy who opened it up to check.
He then fished it out, dumped it in the carton and proclaimed
"I fuckin' hate that green cucumber shit" and walked off.
The twat. Still though, I had the last laugh when he hadn't pushed the door hard enough on his way out. The door swung back, catching his elbow and causing him to shove the burger into his face and then onto the floor.
I thought I'd cracked a rib from laughing as I went and clocked off. I wasn't going to hang about waiting for him to come back and ask for another.
That was my "Customer from Hull".
( , Fri 5 Sep 2008, 17:16, 3 replies)
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