From The Daily Mail:
Don't get on the wrong side of Elon Musk if you want a Tesla; if you do, he could leave you without a car.
That's what's happened to one Tesla buyer, who, after penning an open letter to the American carmaker's CEO to complain about a customer event, had his purchase of a $130,000 Model X barred by the vehicle boss.
Stewart Alsop, a venture capital investor in the US, had originally grumbled about the matter in September and confirmed on Monday that Musk had banned him from owning the car, despite paying a $5,000 deposit for one of the brand's new all-electric vehicles.
Headlined 'Dear @ElonMusk: you should be ashamed of yourself', Alsop’s September letter raised issue with the launch event starting late, being too focused on safety and not giving 3,000 deposit payers the chance to drive one of the Model X vehicles as promised.
He also also protested about there not being any food offered at the event, stating: 'Not to mention I was hungry, since you didn’t even provide real food during dinner time!'
But instead of receiving an apology from the Tesla CEO, as requested at the end of the 480-word rant, Musk opted to strike Alsop's purchase from the order books.
In his most recent open letter, titled 'Banned by Tesla', the disgruntled former customer confirmed he had received a call from the carmaker boss.
He said: 'I must also admit that I am a little taken aback to be banned by Tesla.
'When I wrote a blog post about my BMW X1 called ‘My Car Makes Me Feel Stoopid’, the CEO of BMW didn’t take the car back.'
After voicing his disappointment about begrudgingly not being able to own one of the new Tesla Model X's, Alsop concluded his latest letter with a final dig at Mr Tesla.
'I have plenty of other comments to make about how to run your company, but I imagine that if you don’t want me to own one of your cars, you probably also aren’t interested in what I have to say about your company,' he added.
'I guess this means I probably won’t be allowed to buy a SpaceX Dragon, either.'
Musk publicly responded to the reports on Wednesday, though seemed baffled to why the situation should attract so much coverage.
He tweeted: 'Must be a slow news day if denying service to a super rude customer gets this much attention.'
Among one of the first people who did receive a Model X order was Karate Kid star Jaden Smith, actor and son of Will Smith.
It's not the first time this year Musk has been targeted by an angry customer.
Another American buyer in Florida accused the Tesla CEO of stealing his car in January, after the dealer he'd ordered a refurbished Model S from confirmed that Musk had personally taken the man's car to test an updated version of the AutoPilot driverless car system.
Retail balls award to a manager who takes no shit!
My coworkers are calling me the Bringback Nazi (At least those who are old enough to reference Seinfeld episodes) after my past few interactions with this customer.
He came in after a busy Saturday at the pizza joint I sold my soul to. We were about 5 min after close but someone had forgotten to lock the doors so this kid got in anyway. [Shrug] ok. You can't place an order anymore, the ovens are off, but we can sell you bringbacks (Pizzas that people ordered but didn't answer the door for or come in to pick up.) and I'm a good person so I'll even heat them up for you, the oven is still up around 510, they'll still be pretty ok.
He has no idea what he wants so I bring up all of them from under the heat lamp and set them on the counter. I set a couple aside because they were so old I couldn't bring myself to sell them, even for the 10th of a price we charge for bringbacks. And then he grabs all the rest and says he'll pay about half of what we charge for them.
"Well no," I gently correct him, "that'll be [the proper price]."
He grudgingly tosses his money on the counter and goes to pick up his food. And then the other stuff as well, even though it was so far gone I'm pretty sure that the health department would have words with us if they knew.
I'm not paying attention, trying to count the register down, but one of my cooks notices and tells him that'll be [the additional amount].
His response? "Shut up kid, your owner already said it was [x amount]"
And ya know what, nah. You don't talk to my guys like that.
So I tossed all the pies in a pile and shoved them toward him (I didn't really care if they fell. That's not my problem atm, this dude is.) and told him, "Well, we're closed, so please get out of my store and don't come back, open hours or otherwise."
He huffed and left. And then came back the next day. Both myself and the cook recognized him and told him to leave.
Him: "But I have money."
Us: "Yea well, we have self respect, get out."
The next night, he came back and managed to catch a counter girl who didn't know him and was half way through pulling the same stunt. I saw him, walked up, put the right amount of money in the till, and then dumped all the bringbacks into the trash while he watched without a word.
I regret nothing, and haven't seen him since. Little cathartic moments make me regret my employment decisions a little less. You can do a lot when you're invaluable in a constantly drunk college town.
From The Daily Mail
An impatient McDonald's customer has spat on a 19-year-old female worker after he refused to wait to pay for his order at the right drive-thru window.
Victoria Police have released CCTV footage stills in an attempt to find the man who spat on the worker at the fast food restaurant on Keilor Road at Essendon, in Melbourne's north-west.
Investigators were told the man drove into the drive-thru on January 13 about 5pm in a black Mercedes and placed an order with the teenager.
First Constable Josh Whitley told reporters on Thursday the man was waiting only seconds before he started to get impatient.
'The male was stationery for 20 to 30 seconds... and started tooting his horn,' First Const Whitley said.
The police officer said the man had ordered 'a couple of fries and cokes' and then 'lashed out' for the short delay as the worker took the order of the next customer.
The driver, who had a passenger with him, refused to wait at the first window to pay for his order.
He drove to the second window, which had no till, and was told by staff to return to the first window.
But he refused to move his vehicle and got into an argument with staff.
At one point, the man threatened to block the drive-thru with his car.
He then spat a large amount of saliva on the young worker and drove off.
The saliva went all over the woman’s face and neck and also inside her mouth.
First Const Whitley said there was no suggestion the passenger had been involved in the incident.
'She was shaken... [but] the victim is quite strong… it's not everyday you're spat at at your workplace,' First Const Whitley said.
The police officer described the incident as an 'arrogant' act.
'It's quite disgusting, abhorrent behaviour from a member of our community,' First Const Whitley said.
'[To spit on a young woman] shows a complete lack of respect and common decency.'
Moonee Ponds police are investigating and have released images of a man they would like to speak to in relation the incident.
The vehicle is a black Mercedes sedan with registration 1FQ 40B.
Anyone who recognises the man or with any information is urged to contact Crime Stoppers on 1800 333 000 or submit a confidential crime report to the Crime Stoppers website.
For this story, the parts are as so:
M: Me, a poor unsuspecting worker
D: Destructor the manager
So I was just picking up my photo lab and doing my normal boring duties when I see an order for 1300+ pictures come through on the screen. Rare, but not unheard of. I work in a fairly well-off city so people have that kind of money. At least until I saw they came from one of my kiosks customers use at the store and not from the website.
The photos started coming out when up walks a young lady that just oozed "snob." Now, I'm not one to judge based on looks but you know the type. Anyways, she waits while I help the person in front of her and by then, the printer has gotten out about 100 photos. The conversation goes:
M: "How can I help you today?"
S: "Well I just put in an order and it's kinda all the pics on my phone."
M: "That's fine miss. We can handle large orders. It most certainly won't be done by the time printed on your receipt though, I'm afraid."
S: "That's fine. I wasn't going to look through them til tomorrow anyways."
M: "Look through them?"
S: "Yeah I don't have a lot of time to waste so I printed them all and I'll just pick the ones I want tomorrow."
I immediately turned around, stopped my printer (which was about 300+ pictures in), and glared at her.
M: "I'm sorry but that's not how this works miss."
S: "What do you mean?! What's the big deal?!"
M: "The paper. The ink. The electricity. The cost of work. It's not free. Even if you took a third of those photos, my lab would still be out of close to $200 in supplies alone."
I feel a disturbance in the force. Other employees scatter from the backroom. The dragon blasts open the door and breathes fire on all who oppose her. Destructor has risen again.
This 400lb lesbian woman is not to be trifled with. She has been in personnel, separated from my lab by one wall. She has heard enough. She stomps over behind the counter and leans on it.
D: "Miss, I have heard the entire discussion you've been having with my employee. While our company believes in customers always coming first, I can not and WILL not allow you to use our services in the way you want."
S: "This is ridiculous! Why do you even care how much company money I waste?! GOD!"
M: "This company pays our bills miss."
Destructor glared at me. I knew better than to jump in when she's trying to handle a situation. I scooted out of her line of sight so I didn't explode. Destructor fixes her glare back on the snob.
M: "Miss, you have to understand why we can't allow you to print over 1,300 photos and only take a fraction."
S: "I want to speak to your store manager NOW!"
D: "It is 8:30 at night. He left 4 hours ago."
S: "Well I want to speak to someone more competent than YOU or your stupid employee!"
Destructor has had enough. She can deal with slurs, insults to her weight, almost anything. She does not do well with insulting employees she respects.
D: "Miss, your pictures will not be printed tonight nor ever. You clearly have no respect for people that make your life easier so we have no business with you."
Over the huffs and puffs and stomping and whining and insults the customer aimed at us, I hear Destructor say the words I knew were coming from the start: "Cancel the order and shred whatever already printed."
This did not please snob. She began hysterically yelling and pounding the counter.
S: "THIS WILL NOT END WELL FOR EITHER OF YOU! I'LL SEE TO IT YOU BOTH ARE FIRED AFTER YOU PERSONALLY PRINT MY PICTURES FOR FREE!!"
D: "You have a wonderful night miss. You may print pictures here again when you have some respect for my employee."
As she turns around and walks away with the classic "no wonder you morons work here" line, all her ears are met with is the sound of my single-sheet shredder slowly but surely ridding of the things she cherished most.
And that, my fellow retailers, is one of the many times Destructor has been awoken by terrible attitudes. All I could do was smile as she wobbled her way back to her lair.
Last summer I worked as a waitress at a fairly nice restaurant that served breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The layout of the restaurant is simple, it's basically one big room with windows that overlook a lake on the far end. People always want to sit at the stupid lake windows.
One weekday afternoon I was working the lunch shift. It was fairly quiet as usual, when in walks this 50-year-old Barbie doll. She had bleach blond hair done up like she was auditioning for Hairspray, turquoise eyes (color contacts I assume) with matching eyeshadow, and was as thin as a cancer patient. She clacks in on her high heels, taking those tiny beauty pageant steps while swinging her hips back and forth, walks right into the center of the room and loudly asks, "Can we sit anywhere we want?"
Now, our restaurant was not seat yourself. Typically people would wait at the hostess stand, like you normally do, and one of us would come seat you. This was important because it ensured that the customers were fairly distributed among each of our sections. That, and we would also bring menus with us when we seated people, so no one ever had to wait for a menu (this is important). However, if customers asked for a specific booth or table, we would put them there. This got really annoying because people would always request the lake windows, which meant whoever was assigned to that section got way more customers and way more money than anyone else.
Anyway, I digress. Since we would have put them wherever they asked anyway, one of the waitresses said, "Uh, sure, I guess," and Barbie strutted over to a lake window booth.
A few minutes later, in walks Barbie #2. Obviously her sister (twin?), she looked exactly the same except that her hair was cemented into a slightly different (but equally big) hairstyle, and her eyes/eyeshadow were violet instead of turquoise.
Now, the lucky waitress assigned to the lake windows today was Holly. Holly was everything the Barbies were trying to be: she was 40 but looked about 25, cute, thin, naturally blond, and just overall really pretty. She brought the Barbies their coffee, and as far as I could tell she didn't say anything more than "How are you doing today" to them.
As soon as Holly left their table, Barbie #1 approached me.
"Excuse me," she said, "I don't mean to be rude, but we simply refuse to be served by that blond waitress."
"We just do not want her serving us!" she exclaimed. (Sigh)
"OK, I'll see what I can do."
I found Holly in the waitress station and told her that the Barbies had rejected her. Holly laughed and said she didn't care, she didn't want to serve them anyway.
This is when I found out that the Barbies are apparently notorious in the town my restaurant is in for their bad attitude and major middle-aged sluttiness. Apparently they always refuse to be served by waitresses who are younger and prettier than them. (I was OK to serve them though. Thanks, I guess?) I offered to take care of them, because I was intrigued and figured I could get a good story to tell my friends about the time I served "The Whores of [Town Name]", as my coworker Laura called them.
I went to their table and told them that I would be serving them. As soon as I got there, one of them said, "Excuse me, but we need some menus. That blond waitress forgot to bring us any! Can you believe that?!"
Bitch, maybe that's because you decided to seat yourself! I put on my best customer service smile and brought them some menus. The rest of the meal proceeded with them just generally being really demanding, pulling stupid power trips like asking me to bring extra extra extra cream and then not using any of it. The icing on the cake, though, was when they called me over to "apologize."
"I hope that blond waitress isn't offended that we didn't want her serving us," Barbie #1 said.
"Oh, no," I said with a giant smile on my face, "not at all! Don't worry about it."
"It's just, we don't want people talking about us, is all!" said Barbie #2. Barbie #1 nodded in solemn agreement.
I reassured them that no feelings were hurt and no one would be talking about them. Then I went to the waitress station, where Holly and Laura and I talked about them for the rest of the day.
Laura told me that they always tip 3, 4, or 5 dollars regardless of the price of the meal. I got 5, which was actually 20% of their bill so I was satisfied.