So I had two fucking grouchy customers
who were upset about my service. LOOOL.
They came off rude just because of our
50 cent debit/credit card fee. I can't
do anything about the fee. And it's
only fucking 50 cents. WHAT HARM
CAN FUCKING 50 CENTS DO!?
Go use the fucking ATM that charges
a fee of $3.00. COMPLAIN ABOUT THAT
FAT FUCK.
I told her that she can go to the left
to get her drinks. Then her and daughter
(or whatever shit she is) asks us," Can I get
whip cream with this? " I said," It'll be 50 cents. "
She rolled her eyes and gave attitude and said to
her mom or whatever fat fuck she is," It's FIFTY. CENTS. "
And the fat fuck said," Well, they better put the
whip cream on it. " I just ignored her.
She was going to give me a $1.00 but took it
back and said," Nah, they don't deserve this. *laughs* ".
So she takes her damn time getting 50 cents in change.
I'm continue working because we had other customers
waiting. I WANT TO FUCKING DROWN THEM.
She was just sooo fucking rude.
Don't fucking come to our business if you're
just going to throw a bitch fit just to get
something free. She ruined my fucking day.
They said I was being rude and ignoring them.
Only because I had other customers's orders
to handle so they need to fucking wait.
They asked if my manager was here.
My co-worker said no.
I am going to get shit tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure those fucking customers
will be back tomorrow.
I don't bother trying to explain the situation
to my managers if they ask me because
they won't even care ONE BIT about
what I'll say. Waste of my damn breath.
I'm just going to be like," Yeah, it's exactly
what the customer told you *rolls eyes* ".
Then I have to hear their yap-traps yapping
and telling me that I have to be nice to customers
and do what the customers want me to do.
It's not like they care about the customers anyways.
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