Perhaps you remember me from my last post, the one involving my previous job at an ice cream establishment. If not you may simple call me Bug. (an old nickname)
I am now working at a sandwich chain and its relatively enjoyable but there is the occasional bad customer that just makes me want to gargle staples. Today a customer came in that was so big of a douche he could clean the vaginas of all of New Yorks prostitutes.
Me: Hi. What can I get for you today?
Moron: Yeah, I’d like the ham and swiss and a cup of water.
Me: Alright, would you like to make it a combo?
Me: Will that be all?
Moron: Yeah. (tosses wad of bills in my general direction)
So this dude just goes to sit down as I stand there confused with his change in hand.
Me: Um sir? Your change…
The moron rolls his eyes at me and waves a hand impatiently.
Moron: Don’t just stand there! Bring it to me!
At this point I am gritting my teeth in anger.
I have been polite and nice through all of this, keeping a strained smile on my face as I place the change in his hand. I head back to the counter to grab his food so I can be through with him asap. But as I place the tray in front of him he levels a glare that makes me want to stab him in the eye.
“I ordered the combo,” He snaps at me.
It takes all I have to keep from cursing this duckweed out.
Me: Of course sir. That will be an extra $$
At this point he waves one of his sausage fingers in my face.
Moron: Oh no, you made the mistake by not having the intelligence to listen so you’ll pay for it.
Stiffiling a laugh at his ridiculous request I merely shake my head.
Me: Afraid not sir. Is all I say before walking back to the counter as I hear a string of curses directed at me.
Apparently he complained about me “Not paying for his meal.”
They laughed at him.
Ah, sweet karma….