Let me tell you all something: working fast-food retail gives you the best stories.
I mean, it happened today! Iāll be adding prices, so all prices are after tax. Yes, I have memorized it all.
So I was doing college work for English Comp, and a customer comes over and wants some pretzels. Once I ring up his order (which consisted of three pretzels (two that needs time to make) and two drinks) the total was somewhere around $19.00 or soāI canāt remember off the top of my head. He takes out his card and pays for it and he waits.
After a moment, he then comes back to the registerāat this point, a mother with four kids comes up next to himāand he asks for the dipping sauce.
Now, for some context, the store is part of a franchise, so different stores means different franchise owners, etc. Since there are different franchise owners, the stores have different policies (i.e courtesy cups of water, extra sauce).
So, in the store I work at, our cups of water are .56 cents for a medium size and our dips are .78 a piece.
This man orders three dips, which equalsĀ ābout $2.33. Thatās fine; anyone can pay that, or if youāre being frugal that day, youāll get one or none at all. Then the most ridiculous thing comes out of his mouth:Ā āCan I borrow .78 cents?ā At first, I was like:Ā āUm, what?ā and he repeats it again and I tell him that I am not allowed, because thatās the TIPS jar, and thatās stealing, yeah? And then, he pulls this lovely gem:Ā āHow about a discount? Just tell them itās a family discount.ā
(See, I donāt know when he said that. It was either with the sauces or when paying the whole $19.00).
A family discount. A FAMILY DISCOUNT. You would think that, yeah, letās give him the discount because heās in the right. I said no, because the stores doesnāt allow discounts and I donāt even know this dude. And he pays, saying that Americaās seeing some real shit these past days and employees like me should treat people like him better than paying at least $21.00 at a speciality store.
Well, the way you say it makes me think that youāre currently unemployed, and if thatās the case: Iām working. For fuckās sake, fucking work. Just because itās COVID doesnāt mean you canāt work. Hell, donāt even come over here in the first place: here at Uncle Utzelās, expect prices to be over $3.00.
Oh, and the cheapest thing on the menu? Our .56-cent courtesy cups of water. Serious.
(After that, and remaking an order because he didnāt specify which pretzel he wanted, the lady next in line told me that heās weird. Really weird. I didnāt blame her, honestly. To be fair, she wanted a cup of water and I told her itās .56 cents. She didnāt complain.
Because, you know. Itās half a dollar.)
TL;DR Entitled man thought family discounts are for everyone, which are clearly not.
