Food is one of the best things in the world.
It’s delicious, it has the power to bring people together, to bring families together.
So you think good food would stop people making such rude comments.
It turns out that’s not the case at all.
Here are some of the rudest comments food industry workers have ever been told by customers.
When I went to university, I worked at a fast food joint. Usually, I worked the drive-through. One night, a car pulled up to receive their order, when the driver stated, ‘I thought I was hungry, then I got a look at you. I think I lost my appetite.’
While handing her the change that was due, I remarked, ‘And I thought I left a town of incompetent people, bound for a city with more intelligence and culture. I guess I was wrong, about that.’
The next day, the customer showed up to the restaurant and complained to my boss that I was ‘rude to her.’ I explained the situation. My boss smiled, looked at me, and said, ‘Yup. Still one of my best employees!’ I apologized to my boss, later, for the trouble I may have caused. He told me that my witty comeback was nothing compared to what he may have done. Sounds like my customer was lucky.
When I was younger I worked as a bartender. Usually, people were very polite even if the bar I worked for was not a lovely place.
One night, a guy with his girlfriend came in and asked me to prepare some drinks for them. While I was doing my job, the guy was talking with his girlfriend about the bar. He was not very delighted to be there and I really did not understand why they came in the first place if they did not like it.
After few minutes, this guy said to me, ‘Hey, do I have to wait 5 hours to get those drinks?’ (my ears are quite big). I told him they’ll be ready in 2, 3 minutes.
After a few minutes I gave him the drinks, and he told me, “You have a very big nose, why don’t you use it as a third hand?’ I answered him: ‘I have big ears, I have a big nose, you can easily see it, but I also have something else much bigger, but you must ask your mother about it, she will tell you.’
The next thing I remember was a bottle to my head.
I used to spend my summers waiting tables, while I was in high school and college.
Once, a group walked in to be seated. As is customary, I asked how many were in the party. I could easily see that there were six of them, but I always asked the total in case more people were on the way. One woman said ‘Four adults and two children.’
A man, I assume her husband, then sputtered: ‘That makes six total.’ I didn’t really think anything of it, until I heard him turn to his wife and say quietly (but not so quietly that I couldn’t hear), ‘You have to make it clear for the waitress, she might not be able to add them.’
I turned to him and with the sweetest smile said: ‘Oh don’t worry. I just wait tables over the summer. During the school year I attend the Oregon Institute of Technology where I’m double majoring in Civil Engineering and Applied Mathematics. I know that 2 and 4 make 6.’
I kindly showed them to their seats and they ended up giving a very generous tip.
When I was 15 years old I got my first job at a fast food place.
Literally the second day on the job, a woman and her three kids pulled up in the drive through. Still being naive and thinking everyone was a good person, I happily greeted them. She asked for three ice cream cones for her kids and I made them and handed each one to her. I even did the cool thing and stacked them up. I did not want to be one of those servers who made small cones.
Then she said ‘now’ and all her three kids threw ice cream at me. The oldest one was probably 13, and the younger ones looked about 11 and 9.
I started treating customers differently after that. Nice, but cautious. And that cautiousness actually worked out for me because one day a lady tried to throw a soda at me through the window. I was ready and closed it right away. She wanted diet apparently, and I gave her regular, because that is what she initially asked for.
I have also had customers try to…
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