So, the dining room closes at 10 pm. A man walks up to the counter at 9:56 and orders food. My employee politely informs him that his order has to be to go since the dining room is closing, and the man pays for his food. His order is bagged for take out, but when I go to lock the doors at 10:01, this man was sitting at a table in the dining room, playing with his cell phone. I walked over to him and said, Im sorry, Sir. You need to leave. The dining room is closed. I was told, I aint goin anywhere, Lady! There was no sign of his food, which implies hed inhaled it, and I reminded him that when he placed his order, he was told the dining room was closing and that his order had to be to go. Nobody said nuthin, he grumbled. I aint leavin. Again, I informed him that he needed to leave. Again, he refused AND added that I was nasty, and that thats why there were no other people in the store. Maybe because the dining room is closed? was my volley. You need to leave. No. Would you like a police escort out of here, Sir? With that, he huffed, pulled himself to his feet, and started ranting. No, I dont want no police escort. You screwed up my order. It aint rocket science, Lady! Im going! You suck! I followed him to the door and as he reached the sidewalk, thanked him for his business and chirped, Please, come again! I then locked the door, turned on my heel, and skipped back toward the counter to continue my duties as cartoon birds flitted and sang as they circled around my head, and Prince Charming winked suggestively at me from his horse-drawn carriage at the drive-thru window! I LOVE my job! Hahahahahaha! So, which one of us stands a better chance of landing a job working for NASA in the rocket science department??????? (sigh) ;)
Posted on: Sat, 10 Jan 2015 05:59:37 +0000
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