Hello everyone. I'm a long-time reader and a first-time poster. I thought I'd share my former days as a retail slave with you. Some of the best (worst) stories (experiences) came at my job as a gas station sales/deli associate.
It was a store that had a drive through and deli/pizza section on one end with the main check-out and cigarettes on the other end. Today's feature is about my time spent in the deli section. Now, while I didn't love my job, it was needed to help with college. I enjoyed working with most of my coworkers, though I did have some black sheep to deal with. I also enjoyed the freedom of the deli area because I wasn't confined to one small area all day. Ok enough of that, on with this story!
Lunch time was always a busy time during the week so we deli folks working 1st shift, spent most of the morning preparing for that special time. I happened to be on the pizza/Stromboli end this particularly hot, summer day and here's a crash-course as it's important to the story. Basically, you have a Frisbee shaped piece of dough thawed in a round iron container of similar size as your base. Then you pile sauce, cheese, and etc. on depending on the pizza you were making. Then you place it on the oven conveyer belt to run it through the heat for about 5 minutes. Same for the Stromboli except everything is wrapped. When the food is done you put it in a box and initial the time it was made and place it on the warmer where customers can come up and grab from. They usually sat there for 30 minutes before we had to replace them (Stromboli's were 45 minutes).
So this construction worker, who we will call Blockhead, comes up and asks for a cheese pizza in a rather demanding tone. I'm already irritated slightly because he can't seem to see all the boxes clearly labeled that I just placed on the warmer. But being the good slave I am, I ask him if he wants the one that I just put on there a few minutes ago, or I can make another. Of course, he wants a "fresh one."
I send it through as he walks away to get other things. Blockhead comes back as I load it in the box and set it on the warmer for him. He opens the box to look and comments on how little cheese and sauce there are. I tell him I put the same amount on every other pizza but if he wants extra I have to charge extra for it. Blockhead scoffs at it and puts it back on the warmer and goes around the store looking for other food.
Now, maybe I went wrong at this point but with his initial and ensuing attitude he deserved it. Our "strict" policy dictated that if a customer touched the food while on the warmer and didn't take it, we had to pitch it. Granted that can also be common sense but I was such a stickler for sanitary rules; a recent inspection didn't go so well; and he was pissing me off so I immediately assumed he didn't want it and pitched it. Not three minutes later Blockhead comes back up as I am writing off the loss and asks where his pizza went.
Smiling inside, I told him what I just did and why, and he flipped sh*t and shouted F**k, F**k! as he stormed up to the front again. I felt sorry for my coworkers up there, but he was being a total ass. After the line of custys and Blockhead had left, one of my coworkers came back and asked what that guy's deal was. I told her what happened, and her response was "what an ass!"
He had been using F**k up at the check-out like it was a new language (or he was a new breed of Pokémon called F**ckachu). What's more, I swear I saw him come in the next day for lunch again while I had just returned from the freezer for supplies. Blockhead was finishing up his order for a sandwich. I probably pissed him off so much that he never wanted pizza from that store again. No complaints from me though.
Anyway, there's just one of several memorable stories that I will share in the future.