This is actually not my story, but my adorable niece's. Little Slave from the Big Northwoods was actually off last week so I have no stories to tell! (Except to say when I was doing my Christmas shopping every cashier checked my ID, because my CC's say Check ID, and I thanked each and every one of them - don't write that on your card if you don't want someone asking for ID!) However, I was told a tale on Christmas Eve that really boiled my blood.
See, little niece (well she is 22 so she's not that little anymore) has been working for the local pizza shack for over 1 year now. She is a great worker and has been promoted twice since starting. This night, she is covering phones, hostessing, and generally helping everywhere. Their dine-in was only available until 6pm, as they *wanted* to be closed by 6:30. At 6, her manager told her to not seat anyone else, but that they can still orders for take out until 6:30.
In walks Soiled Crusty's (soiled because the matching sweat suits were just that) at 6:15 asking for a table. The conversation starts out with a "I'm very sorry, but we are no longer seating in the dining room. However, I'd be more than happy to place a take-out order and bring it out to you as soon as it's done. Is that something you would consider?"
Now I know she said this exactly as it's written, because it came out in 1 sentence and she said she had to repeat said line numerous times within a half-hour period.
Cue the tantrum from the Crusty.
This 5 minute rant included such gems as, "You ruined my Christmas!" "You are being racist!" (everyone was white in this conversation) and the greatest ending of all "Merry Fucking Christmas you little bitch!"
Well, Hailey-bell isn't the quietest person in the world and while she is 100% go customer service! this was the straw the shattered the camel altogether. While Soiled Crustys were being "helped" to the door, she told them to have a great Fucking Christmas too. I don't think she got into trouble, but I can't say I blame her for loosing her cool.
If the Pizza Slut is your ideal Christmas Eve, you're not shooting too high there partner. Besides, the local MacD's was right next door and open - same for the Taco Jose, Chicken joint, sub shop, and Chinese hog-trough - that were all within a quarter mile. There was no reason to call names - she was doing exactly what her boss (the person that signs her paychecks?!) told her to do. On the good side, we drank a lot, ate a lot, did a few other things and had a Merry Fucking Christmas - and I hope you did too!
--Little Slave from the Big Northwoods