Jerks and Stupid Customers at your job

[Immortalfire]

Sometime when I'm at Subway, I hope I can say "This cookie doesn't have as many chocolate chips as the last time"

 

[PyroChamber]

This is probably one of the worst things I hated about working in a grocery store, especially if you were a bagger.

This one time, an old lady got upset with me because I put a loaf of bread at the top of her paper bag, THE BREAD IS SUPPOSE TO BE ON TOP! Then she started yelling at me, and I yelled back at her; the boss came in and had to hold me back.

Then when it was all over, the boss told me "no matter hold *****y these old women get, you have to be nice".

 

[Immortalfire]

This one time, an old lady got upset with me because I put a loaf of bread at the top of her paper bag,

Dude, I would give you a medal for putting bread on top. Too many idiot grocers don't.

 

[araxna]

i've once witnessed someone entering a Levi's Store, and asking if they're selling any jeans..

 

[Immortalfire]

My aunt went into Dairy Queen, asked if they had ice cream. I kid you not.

 

[Ronny Shade]

Dude, I would give you a medal for putting bread on top. Too many idiot grocers don't.

amen to that

 

[SsM]

When I waited tables in college, I had to wear a tuxedo shirt and bow-tie and when I got off work I'd sometimes stop off at the grocery store to pick up some things since it was close-by and on the way home. I'd always take off my bow-tie and sometimes forget to take off my waiter's apron and invariably some a-hole would always come up to me and ask me where something was in the store, thinking I worked there. I got tired of telling people I didn't work there so I'd tell them that what they were looking for was all the way on the other side of the store clear the hell away from where whatever it was they were looking for really was. I only ever had one person confront me over it after they'd gone looking where I told them to. A fat, loud lady who wore pants that were like seven times too small for her. She found me in another aisle finishing my shopping (like anyone who worked there would be filling a cart with stuff like that) and starts going "What's wrong with you? The *whatever she was looking for* wasn't anywhere NEAR that aisle!" and then stood there looking at me like she was waiting for an answer. I just laughed at her, right to her face, and then kept shopping. I thought she was going to pop like a big fat blister she was so mad. She actually went and got the store manager and brought him over to where I was now at and starts complaining about his employees. She railed on that poor bastard for five full minutes before he could even tell her that I didn't work there, at which point I lost it and just started laughing my ass off as I walked up the checkout with my cart. It was beautiful.

jag

that mustve been the best thing ever

 

[jaguarr]

Make me English, Mothling! MAKE ME ENGLISH!

jag

 

[jaguarr]

Okay, a story of a-hole customers from a place that I actually worked at. Again, this is from when I was waiting tables in college. I worked at a very nice steak and seafood dinner-house and we attracted a very affluent clientele. For the most part, the majority of the people we had as regulars were really nice people. Some of these people were just such insufferable, arrogant bastards, though. The kind of people who are self-important and think that having a little bit of money gives them the right to be sh1tty to "the help". They'd talk down to myself and the bus staff and run us around all night long for no real damn reason. To this day I don't know why, but these type of people ALL wanted to drink decaffeinated coffee after their meals. It was something we just came to count on. So the bussers developed this wicked brew of coffee that they called "Busser Coffee". Basically they'd fill the filters on these industrial coffee makers up until they were level with the top and then brew a pot of coffee out of that. Sometimes they'd even brew that same coffee back through that filter again. In other words, this was STRONG coffee! But...it tasted really good for whatever reason. They'd complete the package by putting it into a pot marked decaf and then set it aside, reserved just for "special" customers.

Now, I usually didn't approve of this because it would piss customers off if they found out, and some people have heart conditions and such that caffeine in those quantities could cause problems with, etc. But one night about 30 minutes before we were supposed to close, this guy came in with his wife and another couple and got seated in my section since I was closing that night. I went to greet the table and before I got two words out of my mouth he goes "Oh, yes, there you are, boy. I'll have a Johnny Walker black, two fingers, no ice. Get it for me now. Go!" and then he snapped his fingers, pointed at the bar and made this waving motion.



I'm standing there thinking "WTF? Boy? Excuse me?". So I say "Would anyone else at the table care for something to drink?" And he actually slams his menu down on the table (mind you he hadn't even bothered to look at me, yet) and says "Why are you still here? I thought I told you to go get me a damn drink!". Wow. Unbelivable. The night manager hears this and I see him chuckling to himself. He was a prick and I knew I couldn't count on him for anything but to side with the customer. So, I knew I was going to have to put up with this guy's crap. So I got get his drink. And then the other people at the table start ordering drinks. Great. Two trips to the bar. But, before anyone else can order a drink, he starts spouting off his dinner order to me, interrupting all of them and giving me all these specific instructions on how he wants his steak cooked and so forth. He DEMANDS that I place his order with the kitchen before I get everyone elses drink orders. At this point, I'm starting to get the the point where I'm about ready to wrap my servers tray around his forehead so I smile and say "Of course, sir" and head for the kitchen just because if I don't get away from the table he's going to die and die badly.

He does this crap through their entire meal. He even sends the steak back to the kitchen and says "Tell that hack back there that I don't take kindly to him trying to poison me and if he needs me to come back there and show him how to cook a goddamn steak so that it's perfectly well-done then I will!". Wow. So I go and I loudly tell the chef "The gentleman at table number 8 says that you are a hack and that he doesn't appreciate you trying to poison him and if you need him to come back there and show you how to cook a steak until it's perfectely well-done then he will." As I say this, I am pointing at him so that all the other customers left in the restaurant can see who I'm talking about. He gets a lot of stares but he's too self-absorbed to notice. The chef is furious and "accidentally" drops the guys steak on the dirty mats under the grill and steps on it a half dozen times. I don't know what else he did to that steak before I came back to pick it up, but I can bet it wasn't very nice. Anyway, a-hole finishes his dinner, runs me around for desert and brandy, sending back two glasses of brandy because they weren't good enough, and then utters those magic words: "Bring me some decaf coffee!".

Absolutely sir!

I watched that F'er drink three cups of Busser Coffee at almost 11 o'clock at night, so I knew that he would have plenty of time to reflect upon his bad behavior in the restaurant that evening while he was staring at the friggin' ceiling of his bedroom, wide awake. Of course, he tipped like crap like those kind of guys always do. A-hole.

jag

 

[Ronny Shade]

I remember that one

 

[X-Punisher]

I work at the movie theater so I get a bunch of idiots. Theres this case where we keep the popcorn and the costumers can see it. The sizes go from small, medium, and large. They asked what sizes are there and I said small medium and large. They look at the case where you see the popcorn bags and as "which is the medium?" or sometimes they say the color of the bag.

 

[X-Punisher]

and then there are the people at the counter who mumble what they want

I get that a lot.

 

[X-Punisher]

Yeah, I've been working at this convinience store and some guy with coffee yells at me because we don't have ice. I believe his exact words were "What do you mean you don't have ice?! You mean I got to drink this coffee hot?!!"

Then we have the milk maids, the old ladies who go through all the milk in hopes of finding that one gallon that won't go bad for like a decade.

Dammit Dante, why don't you go to college?

 

[araxna]

one of my friends forgot to dress up after trying out a blouse in a shop cabin..and took a few minutes to realize that she actually was naked..

 

[X-Punisher]

you're tellin me... thats just the start of it

HS cheerleader girls: do you guys like train to walk backwards for tours?
me: (sarcasm... since I am, well, a smart ass) actually if you see that track over there, we're required to do 8 laps a day backwards to stay in shape for it
girls: REALLY!?
me: ... no. that was a lie. no one does that.

hahaha.

 

[Ronny Shade]

I actually heard that running backwards is good for your back *shrug*

 

[SsM]

Okay, a story of a-hole customers from a place that I actually worked at. Again, this is from when I was waiting tables in college. I worked at a very nice steak and seafood dinner-house and we attracted a very affluent clientele. For the most part, the majority of the people we had as regulars were really nice people. Some of these people were just such insufferable, arrogant bastards, though. The kind of people who are self-important and think that having a little bit of money gives them the right to be sh1tty to "the help". They'd talk down to myself and the bus staff and run us around all night long for no real damn reason. To this day I don't know why, but these type of people ALL wanted to drink decaffeinated coffee after their meals. It was something we just came to count on. So the bussers developed this wicked brew of coffee that they called "Busser Coffee". Basically they'd fill the filters on these industrial coffee makers up until they were level with the top and then brew a pot of coffee out of that. Sometimes they'd even brew that same coffee back through that filter again. In other words, this was STRONG coffee! But...it tasted really good for whatever reason. They'd complete the package by putting it into a pot marked decaf and then set it aside, reserved just for "special" customers.

Now, I usually didn't approve of this because it would piss customers off if they found out, and some people have heart conditions and such that caffeine in those quantities could cause problems with, etc. But one night about 30 minutes before we were supposed to close, this guy came in with his wife and another couple and got seated in my section since I was closing that night. I went to greet the table and before I got two words out of my mouth he goes "Oh, yes, there you are, boy. I'll have a Johnny Walker black, two fingers, no ice. Get it for me now. Go!" and then he snapped his fingers, pointed at the bar and made this waving motion.



I'm standing there thinking "WTF? Boy? Excuse me?". So I say "Would anyone else at the table care for something to drink?" And he actually slams his menu down on the table (mind you he hadn't even bothered to look at me, yet) and says "Why are you still here? I thought I told you to go get me a damn drink!". Wow. Unbelivable. The night manager hears this and I see him chuckling to himself. He was a prick and I knew I couldn't count on him for anything but to side with the customer. So, I knew I was going to have to put up with this guy's crap. So I got get his drink. And then the other people at the table start ordering drinks. Great. Two trips to the bar. But, before anyone else can order a drink, he starts spouting off his dinner order to me, interrupting all of them and giving me all these specific instructions on how he wants his steak cooked and so forth. He DEMANDS that I place his order with the kitchen before I get everyone elses drink orders. At this point, I'm starting to get the the point where I'm about ready to wrap my servers tray around his forehead so I smile and say "Of course, sir" and head for the kitchen just because if I don't get away from the table he's going to die and die badly.

He does this crap through their entire meal. He even sends the steak back to the kitchen and says "Tell that hack back there that I don't take kindly to him trying to poison me and if he needs me to come back there and show him how to cook a goddamn steak so that it's perfectly well-done then I will!". Wow. So I go and I loudly tell the chef "The gentleman at table number 8 says that you are a hack and that he doesn't appreciate you trying to poison him and if you need him to come back there and show you how to cook a steak until it's perfectely well-done then he will." As I say this, I am pointing at him so that all the other customers left in the restaurant can see who I'm talking about. He gets a lot of stares but he's too self-absorbed to notice. The chef is furious and "accidentally" drops the guys steak on the dirty mats under the grill and steps on it a half dozen times. I don't know what else he did to that steak before I came back to pick it up, but I can bet it wasn't very nice. Anyway, a-hole finishes his dinner, runs me around for desert and brandy, sending back two glasses of brandy because they weren't good enough, and then utters those magic words: "Bring me some decaf coffee!".

Absolutely sir!

I watched that F'er drink three cups of Busser Coffee at almost 11 o'clock at night, so I knew that he would have plenty of time to reflect upon his bad behavior in the restaurant that evening while he was staring at the friggin' ceiling of his bedroom, wide awake. Of course, he tipped like crap like those kind of guys always do. A-hole.

jag

your night manager must have been a real *****e to just sit there and laugh at you. I swear I could never be a waiter. I don't have the patience to deal with mean people.. I mean granted most people that you serve in restaurants are nice but you always have that one table... that you just want to kill. and I couldnt do it :x

 

[snipe]

Back in the days of dial-up, I worked as a tech at an Internet Serivce Provider. When our counter girly was out, we'd have to come up front occassionally and take payments, etc. from customers. I headed up one afternoon to greet one.

To give you a bit of background on our layout, when you're the customer and are looking at the front desk, there was a showroom to the left where we had some demo machines and gaming gear that could be tested, etc.

Lady comes in, pulls out her checkbook and begins to write a check. While doing so, she mentions her internet isn't working. I looked up her account after getting her name...

Me: "Yes ma'am, we have suspended your account due to non-payment. It's always due by the first of each month and today is the sixth. We suspend accounts on the fifth."
Lady: "I've never been late before - you shouldn't disable my account on the first offense."
Me: "Actually, I show you paid last month on the seventh. Before that, the second, fifth, and third."
Lady (surprised): "That's no way to talk to a long-time customer in good standing -"
Me (interrupting): "Um, ma'am, you're not a customer in good standing - we had to disable your account because you haven't paid your bill."
Lady (even more surprised): "I don't have to take this from you - I want to speak to your manager!"
Me (standing up and looking into showroom): "Mr. ______, this lady would like to speak to you."
Boss (from showroom): "Yeah, I heard."
Boss (looking at customer, pointing at me): "Whatever he says goes."
Boss (goes back to setting up display)
Lady (completely dumb-founded): "Well! I want to turn off my service!"
Me: "Your service is already turned off. You haven't paid your bill."
Lady (turns to leave)
Me: "Ma'am, you owe us for this month. Our cut-off date for cancelation is the fifth. That was yesterday. Here's the service agreement you signed."

At this point, I present her with a copy of the paper work new customers sign explaining all this in detail. While we were "discussing," I printed her's out knowing she'd need to see it.
She paid her bill and we didn't have to deal with her anymore

 

[jaguarr]

your night manager must have been a real *****e to just sit there and laugh at you. I swear I could never be a waiter. I don't have the patience to deal with mean people.. I mean granted most people that you serve in restaurants are nice but you always have that one table... that you just want to kill. and I couldnt do it :x

Yeah, he was a major *****e, actually. Our GM was a very cool guy and he'd tell customers who pulled that crap to straighten up or get the hell out, but some of his other managers were buttholes. Ralph, the night manager, was one of those buttholes. He was a bitter old alcoholic who hated most of the college kids who worked at the restaurant so he'd look for opportunities to screw us over. We paid him back by messing with him all the time, though, because he was extremely high strung and always worried about trying to cut costs. I remember going up to the front desk one night after the restaurant closed and we were doing our side work (we had an adjoining bar that stayed open pretty late that I sometimes bartended in as well) while he was going over the reservation book and asking him "Ralph, do you know of any way to seperate salt from pepper?" (we used to have to empty the salt and pepper shakers once a week to put the shakers through the dishwasher, and he knew we were doing this). He yells "F**K!" and throws the reservation book on the floor and throws his pen at the bar, nearly hitting the bartender. LOFL! Of course, we hadn't mixed the salt and pepper, but he goes storming back into the kitchen anyways and starts screaming. Now, the guys that were back there doing the closing work have no idea that I've even said this to him so they're staring at him like "WTF?". I go back there and he starts freaking out and I told him to calm down and that I never said we DID mix the salt and pepper; I just wanted to know if there was a way to unmix them if we ever did. The head chef was back there and started laughing his ass off and goes "Ralph, you're being an *******. Leave the kids alone.". He stormed back out of there and didn't talk to me for a week, which was perfectly fine by me.

Restaurants are a messed up place to work. All kinds of crazy sh1t goes on in those places. I caught another waiter snorting coke off of a table in the back, private rooms one time. He told me he'd kick my ass if I ever told anyone. I told him I was going to call the cops and tell them he's a coke fiend if he even looks at me wrong ever again. He chilled right the hell out. LOL! That same waiter and I also once wrapped one of the cocktail waitresses cars in three of those giant rolls of industrial saran wrap one night. Me and one of the line cooks and I then found him in the walk-in cooler later that same night with her doing the nasty on a crate of lemons, so we shut the door and put the steel for sharpening knives in the lock so they couldn't get out. The GM found them and was pretty sure he knew what they'd been doing in there but they were clothed (and turning blue) so he couldn't write them up for anything. He made the prep cook throw out that crate of lemons, though. LOL!

jag

 

[Lazlo Panaflex]

We also have the hispanics with really thick accents


like they nooooooogits
or

I had a woman order a Stroburry millshay

My favorite is:

"I wanna esmall shay"

I'm sorry we don't do smog checks.

 

[Ronny Shade]

Yeah, he was a major *****e, actually. Our GM was a very cool guy and he'd tell customers who pulled that crap to straighten up or get the hell out, but some of his other managers were buttholes. Ralph, the night manager, was one of those buttholes. He was a bitter old alcoholic who hated most of the college kids who worked at the restaurant so he'd look for opportunities to screw us over. We paid him back by messing with him all the time, though, because he was extremely high strung and always worried about trying to cut costs. I remember going up to the front desk one night after the restaurant closed and we were doing our side work (we had an adjoining bar that stayed open pretty late that I sometimes bartended in as well) while he was going over the reservation book and asking him "Ralph, do you know of any way to seperate salt from pepper?" (we used to have to empty the salt and pepper shakers once a week to put the shakers through the dishwasher, and he knew we were doing this). He yells "F**K!" and throws the reservation book on the floor and throws his pen at the bar, nearly hitting the bartender. LOFL! Of course, we hadn't mixed the salt and pepper, but he goes storming back into the kitchen anyways and starts screaming. Now, the guys that were back there doing the closing work have no idea that I've even said this to him so they're staring at him like "WTF?". I go back there and he starts freaking out and I told him to calm down and that I never said we DID mix the salt and pepper; I just wanted to know if there was a way to unmix them if we ever did. The head chef was back there and started laughing his ass off and goes "Ralph, you're being an *******. Leave the kids alone.". He stormed back out of there and didn't talk to me for a week, which was perfectly fine by me.

Restaurants are a messed up place to work. All kinds of crazy sh1t goes on in those places. I caught another waiter snorting coke off of a table in the back, private rooms one time. He told me he'd kick my ass if I ever told anyone. I told him I was going to call the cops and tell them he's a coke fiend if he even looks at me wrong ever again. He chilled right the hell out. LOL! That same waiter and I also once wrapped one of the cocktail waitresses cars in three of those giant rolls of industrial saran wrap one night. Me and one of the line cooks and I then found him in the walk-in cooler later that same night with her doing the nasty on a crate of lemons, so we shut the door and put the steel for sharpening knives in the lock so they couldn't get out. The GM found them and was pretty sure he knew what they'd been doing in there but they were clothed (and turning blue) so he couldn't write them up for anything. He made the prep cook throw out that crate of lemons, though. LOL!

jag

I envy your life of happenings and interestance.

My most interesting stories these days are stuff I heard here *cries*

 

[amazingfantasy15]

I worked at Menards hardware store one summer and this guy with a very heavy Italian accent came up to me and asked "Where is the Hood Departamenta?" I asked him to repeat himself a couple times 'cause I didn't understand him, finally said we're a hardware store, not automotive, we don't sell hoods. Then he banged an a wood counter saying "HOOD DEPARTAMENTA!!!" finally realized he meant Wood Department and sent him on his way.

During High School I worked at Funcoland (precurser to GameStop) and would always get people trying to sell back last years version of sports game like John Madden and NHL Hockey and getting pissed because the sell back price dropped like a rock once the new version came out. I'd have to explain to them that no one buys the old games when the new ones come out so we have a very hard time selling them and therefore can't give them a lot of money for the game.

We also had a bunch of stations set up so customers could test used games before they bought them, many mothers thought this meant we were a daycare center and would drop their kids off and go shopping on their own. When we saw this we purposely put in crappy games or games that needed a light gun to play, when the kids asked for another game we told them they needed a parent there or flat out ignored them. Many parents yelling at us for not changing the games when they came to pick their kids up, we just told them we weren't a daycare center here to entertain their kids and we needed parents to approve of what their kids played before putting in the game.

 

[Ronny Shade]

I miss funcoland

 

[amazingfantasy15]

Yeah, GameStop really isn't the same.

 

[Yag]

Oh man Funcoland... that makes me remember ANOTHER thing that used to happen all the time working at Target.

We had a Funcoland right next door and people would come in all the time wanting a price match off their games list. I'd have to explain "No I can't do that, see they sell USED games, ours are new. It's not the same thing."

Plus they'd bring in the ads saying like some brand new game is like $19.99 and I'd have to explain "No, see the part where it says you have to give them like 3 used games before they give it to you for that price?"

Some people just didn't understand though.