Don't get me wrong, I love my job and all, but there are always a few things that really grind my gears.
1. People that don't read our menus in general.
I realize that it is our job to give the customer/guest information when needed, but is it really our fault that you get mad when we don't have something you were looking for on our menu? Don't get mad at me just because I don't have that item. Our menu is there for a reason. Every time someone tells me --not ask, TELL-- that they want a strawberry ice cream I just feel like rubbing the area between my eyes and telling them to read the menu before asking again.
2. People that don't read the prices on the menu.
I can't express how many times I have had guess either complain and be shocked when I tell them the price of their meal. The usual two responses are either a "Wow!" before handing me the money anyway and the "Are you kidding me?! I'm not paying THAT!" before storming off, as if hoping it'll be cheaper at another stand.
3. People that just stand and wait at my window when I'm either in the back or have my back turned to them.
I used to be of these people too. The ones that just stand and wait at the service window without saying a word to let you know they're there. For me it was because I didn't want to interrupt their cleaning or whatever they were doing, but by all means DO IT. I do not have eyes on the back of my head. I do not have super hearing that will allow me to know when you're there without you saying anything. I also hate the kids that start banging on the counters when I take too long to notice them.
4. I swear, people come in hordes on purpose.
I can sit in my stand for a whole hour or so, doing nothing but the occasional cleaning or just waiting at my window. Suddenly, a person appears! Just one person. I gladly serve them and go to prepare their meal, turning my back to them for a moment before I turn back around and notice there is a giant line that has magically formed behind the first person. I don't know what it is. Is there something about a stand with no line that drives you away from it? But when there's other people, of course you must go! This usually happens for about 10-20 minutes before my stand is dead once again, and that rush was enough to keep me open yet another hour.
5. Children
Okay...this part is just me, but I hate the children that will run up to my stand, leaving their parents 100 feet behind them, and stand at my counter, staring at me. That's all they do....stare at me. That, or they start screaming at me that they want ice cream.
6. The ones that complain about our "chips" and the fact our work has not done something about it.
With all of our hot dogs come a small bag of what's called Pirates Booty. They're little rice and corn puffs that are like popcorn, and they come in the flavor of Aged White Cheddar. Now, we get the usual understanding costumers that don't care that it's not actually a bag of chips, but there's always someone out there that makes it their duty to complain a storm up on this topic. They usually say something along the lines of "I didn't pay $7 for popcorn!" or "I paid for actual chips! Not this!". One costumer has even thrown the bag back at our faces while one wouldn't stop until she got what she wanted: a free regular-sized bag of LAYS. And no matter how many times this happens our work refuses to change our menus that clearly state "All hot dogs served with chips."
I probably have more, but I just can't think of them right now...
 Badboylover · Wed May 04, 2011 @ 07:14am · 0 Comments |
