So, I was working at another store (my green aproned company likes to allow baristas cover shifts at other stores if we want hours) that stayed open later than my home store. About 8:45pm, while not late, was apparently late enough for a man in the lobby to reach into his pants and start fondling himself. Yeah. He was masturbating. It was subtle, but as soon as the other barista saw, her shocked face must have encouraged him, because he got a bit more blatant.
It took us both complaining to the supervisor multiple times before he got up to do anything, but by that point, the other barista decided enough was enough and told him to leave and if he repeated it, police would be called. It was gross, and the supervisor (finally doing something) came out and bleached the bejeezus out of the chair. -shivers- So nasty.
A few weeks ago, in my home store again, there was an evening parade that marched down the street right in front of our store. So, we were slammed for hours, and though we had SO many customers, most were pretty nice. A guy even complimented on how fast we were getting drinks out, and it was wonderful-- until this damn NAT came by.
She walked up to the hand off bar, picked up a large, rather expensive personalized drink, and looked at me, then said, "Is this my drink?"
I was rather confused, and so, replied a little sarcastically, "Is that what you ordered?"
She turned to the full lobby and all but shrieked to her friend, "IS THIS WHAT I ORDERED?"
Her friend was confused, but also didn't seem to care, some vague answer of no given. The original NAT turned back to me, and I told her that it was probably for somebody else, seeing as she didn't know what she ordered, and also the name on there was likely for a male customer. She looked around for a second, then picked it back up and said, "Oh, well, I'll just take it then."
I walked over and took it from her, putting it a bit closer to my side than hers, and said, "No, it's for somebody else. Please leave it be."
So, naturally, she waits until I'm working on other drinks before walking off with it. The person who actually ordered it came up and asked about it, I explained, and he looked flummoxed, but I said I'd just remake it for him and he was fine. That was a relief; we have multiple customers who whine when somebody else takes it and say that we shouldn't have let them.
Right. Because I can slap a thief.
Here's the kicker: a few minutes later (or maybe a half hour, it was really really busy), I saw the NAT at the register, ordering a drink. She hadn't even placed her goddamn order!!! What the ever loving fuck?! Did she think we were telepathic or something?! I decided right then and there that I was going to make sure she got her drink nice and late. Which, of course, due to everybody rushing around, was impossible, and she got it on a good time, and because I didn't know her name, I couldn't decaf it or anything.
And that is the life of a barista at *$. (That's a clever way of writing the name.... you get it, right? :D )
I hope nobody tries things like that where you all work, and may Thrognar lay some smackdown on your NATs.
--Agent, over and out.