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A few weeks ago one of my co-workers retired, and as I was the best trained in her area, I've more or less officially replaced her in the cafeteria at Target (hereby known as "food ave.") It's pretty much exactly what I wanted, for various reasons (more down time, a larger variety of tasks to do, no managers hawking over me every moment of my shift, etc.), but damn do we get some crazy bitches over there.
So the other day I had just gotten off lunch when some lady starts walking up to the counter. One of my other co-workers was there, as she was covering my lunch, but since I was back I took the lady's order. Or... tried to, but she couldn't seem to figure out hot dogs. She asked the difference between them, and I told her we had regular ones, all-beef ones, and bratwurst. She asked what the all-beef were made out of; I told her they were, well, beef. She asked what the regular ones were made of; I balked at why she's asking me these questions, then told her it's just "generic meat," but does anyone really know what hot dogs are made of? .^^; Then she again asks what the all-beef are made of.
::facepalm::
And in the end, she orders an all-beef hot dog, a salted pretzel, and a drink.
As I go to get her hot dog, she goes to get her drink. She wants lemonade, but it turns out the lemonade is empty, so she tells me so. I say ok, and that I'd get to it after I got her food. The whole time I'm trying to get her hot dog, she's going on about the lemonade is out, the lemonade is out, "hey, are you going to fix the lemonade!?" I give her the hot dog and she says "are you going to fix the lemonade now?" I told her after I got her food. I think she understood me that time, because she didn't mention the fucking lemonade again, until I handed her her pretzel. Then another "are you going to fix the lemonade now?" I didn't even answer her - just walked away to go fix the lemonade.
After I fixed that and came out from back, I told her it was fixed and she finally got her damn lemonade. All was fine for a few minutes, then she came up again, saying something about she ordered a side of cheese with her pretzel, but didn't get it. I told her I didn't hear her order a side of cheese, but can get it for her. It'll be 52-cents. She goes off about why does she owe me 52-cents!?! I tell her because I didn't hear her say anything about cheese when she ordered, so I'll ring the side of cheese up for her now and get it for her. I thought it was so simple, but no. She starts going on about how the other girl, the one who rang her up, charged her for cheese, but she never got it. I told her I was the one who rang her up, but she never said anything about cheese. She said I wasn't there to hear it, because the other girl rang her up.
What.... the fuck?
I assumed she meant my co-worker, whom she saw, but wasn't rung up by. I tried explaining several times that I was the one who rang her up, but she didn't order any cheese. She starts screaming about how she didn't get her cheese, so I just yelled back "Never mind! I'll just give it to you! Ok!?" and gave her her fucking cheese so she'd get the fuck out of my face.
But Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with people!?
It didn't occur to me until later, but I should have mentioned "No, it was me who rang you up. Remember, you argued with me about WHAT THE FUCKING HOT DOGS WERE MADE OF!?!" but really wasn't in the mood to go that far over 52-cents worth of processed cheese.
Next time I'll regale you with the story of the psycho who made me give her different bills and coins for her change - twice. Because the bills weren't crisp and flat enough, and the coins weren't shiny enough, as if the money is worth more depending on how pretty it is. .... And then she proceeded to sit there and watch me for an hour and a half. Even after I'd closed. And then came back the next day and watched me some more.
.>_>
Creepy bitch.
So the other day I had just gotten off lunch when some lady starts walking up to the counter. One of my other co-workers was there, as she was covering my lunch, but since I was back I took the lady's order. Or... tried to, but she couldn't seem to figure out hot dogs. She asked the difference between them, and I told her we had regular ones, all-beef ones, and bratwurst. She asked what the all-beef were made out of; I told her they were, well, beef. She asked what the regular ones were made of; I balked at why she's asking me these questions, then told her it's just "generic meat," but does anyone really know what hot dogs are made of? .^^; Then she again asks what the all-beef are made of.
::facepalm::
And in the end, she orders an all-beef hot dog, a salted pretzel, and a drink.
As I go to get her hot dog, she goes to get her drink. She wants lemonade, but it turns out the lemonade is empty, so she tells me so. I say ok, and that I'd get to it after I got her food. The whole time I'm trying to get her hot dog, she's going on about the lemonade is out, the lemonade is out, "hey, are you going to fix the lemonade!?" I give her the hot dog and she says "are you going to fix the lemonade now?" I told her after I got her food. I think she understood me that time, because she didn't mention the fucking lemonade again, until I handed her her pretzel. Then another "are you going to fix the lemonade now?" I didn't even answer her - just walked away to go fix the lemonade.
After I fixed that and came out from back, I told her it was fixed and she finally got her damn lemonade. All was fine for a few minutes, then she came up again, saying something about she ordered a side of cheese with her pretzel, but didn't get it. I told her I didn't hear her order a side of cheese, but can get it for her. It'll be 52-cents. She goes off about why does she owe me 52-cents!?! I tell her because I didn't hear her say anything about cheese when she ordered, so I'll ring the side of cheese up for her now and get it for her. I thought it was so simple, but no. She starts going on about how the other girl, the one who rang her up, charged her for cheese, but she never got it. I told her I was the one who rang her up, but she never said anything about cheese. She said I wasn't there to hear it, because the other girl rang her up.
What.... the fuck?
I assumed she meant my co-worker, whom she saw, but wasn't rung up by. I tried explaining several times that I was the one who rang her up, but she didn't order any cheese. She starts screaming about how she didn't get her cheese, so I just yelled back "Never mind! I'll just give it to you! Ok!?" and gave her her fucking cheese so she'd get the fuck out of my face.
But Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with people!?
It didn't occur to me until later, but I should have mentioned "No, it was me who rang you up. Remember, you argued with me about WHAT THE FUCKING HOT DOGS WERE MADE OF!?!" but really wasn't in the mood to go that far over 52-cents worth of processed cheese.
Next time I'll regale you with the story of the psycho who made me give her different bills and coins for her change - twice. Because the bills weren't crisp and flat enough, and the coins weren't shiny enough, as if the money is worth more depending on how pretty it is. .... And then she proceeded to sit there and watch me for an hour and a half. Even after I'd closed. And then came back the next day and watched me some more.
.>_>
Creepy bitch.
