Stopped by Starbucks on my way home from work Halloween night and since the drive thru was packed, I headed inside because 9 times out of 10, it’s MUCH quicker.
When I got inside there was practically no one; just me and two ladies at the register dressed in homemade Hershey’s Kisses costumes that were very clever and cute tbh. When I got closer, I could tell that they were drunk, one more so than the other.
I stood there waiting patiently for them to finish and then I overheard this gem:
Drunk lady: I’m sorry I don’t come here often I don’t know anything about Starbucks like I don’t know the difference between grande, venti, and mocha
Drunk lady’s less drunk friend: BITCH WHAT HAHAHAHA
drunk lady: what??? Did I say something stupid?
Friend: yes bitch, yes you did
Looks like I wasn’t the only one dealing with drunk people all night lol and this one at least knew she was a little off and was a good sport about it haha
Man, sorry for being kind of scarce here lately. Lots of stuff has been happening IRL. Big changes and whatnot *huehuehue*
[Personal/Life things underneath the Read-More]
[Dealing w/ drunk/rude customer warning as well]
A lot of staff @ work is leaving/retiring and we have a bunch of new people here that are running the kitchen. Which is super great b/c now we’re open a lot longer and it’s bringing in a lot of business.
However, that also means that I’ve been twice as busy @ work as well. Again, not a bad thing but it’s just really draining and I’ve also come to learn that I’m @ a point in this job where when it comes to rude/drunk customers I’m just done with them; but, in a good way (I hope).
Like, on Saturday this drunk guy walked into the coffee shop and I thought he was there to pick up a “To-Go” order so I ignored him thinking that the waiter would help him out eventually. Two minutes later the guy starts yelling and looking for someone so I leave the front desk to ask him if he was waiting for an order. He says “No”, so then I ask him if he’d like to place an order to go and again, he says “No!”
I’m starting to get bad vibes from this dude and eventually he started being really rude to me and the waiter (who just emerged from the kitchen) and he starts going on about the “Sh*tty service” and how he’s gonna complain and at that point I just rolled my eyes and asked him point blank if he’d been drinking. To which he replies “No! (Lies *lol) And even if I had what business is it of yours!?”
To which I replied, “There’s big ol’ sign outside that says we reserve the right to refuse service and right now you’re being really rude. Please leave.”
The guy gets up and started yelling @ me and the waiter about the sh*tty service and sh*tty food and I point him towards the door and politely tell him “Bye!”
Thank god he was one of the “more reasonable” drunks and he just left an angry mess but honestly, I would’ve never been able to do something like that a year ago and well....I’m kind of proud of myself. Now, granted, there’s always a thin line when it comes to dealing with people under the influence and our new manager is very wary of women dealing with them (esp, if they’re men) but most of the ones out here are relatively OK. Like, I’ve only met a handful of people that I’m actually scared of but anyway- THAT’S pretty much what I’ve been dealing with for the past little while *haha
Plus! There’s still the issue of my health and my parents and that’s another whole can of worms altogether.
And omg! I’ve been battling through this terrible art block lately and it just sucks. /hhhhhh///
But! With all of that out of the way- aaahhh- so much to do! So little time~!!! /weeps/
I wish a time-freezing quirk so I could put aside a whole 2 months to sit down and finish all the things I want to do *lol
About a weekend ago was another one of my infamous drunken encounters that seem to be a weekly occurance these days.
I’m no stranger to people not wearing pants (or skirts or shorts or any kind of garment that covers your underwear while going out in public) but this had to be one of my more noteworthy stories.
A girl came in, wearing only a hoodie, drunk/high out of her mind. She kept grabbing for a lighter and insisting I hurry up while throwing money at me. A fellow customer who was on his way out to go to work stood by and watched the woman, who was slurring her words so much you could barely understand what she was saying.
Naturally, being concerned that a female with no pants was stumbling around clearly intoxicated at night, the customer and I notified police but as far as I know, they simply talked to her for a while, guided her to the bathroom and let her go on her merry way. Because why would they offer to take her somewhere safe when they can just leave her to her own devices? Good times. Another customer concerned for her wellbeing did end up giving her a ride though.
Drunk pants less people. Just another day in the neighborhood.
This was probably the best customer of last night.
A kid walks in and he has cat whiskers drawn on his face. I thought it was a little late for a costume party in January of 2016 but hey, I’ve seen weirder and maybe it was a theme party of sorts.
Until the kid caught his reflection in the window and suddenly says...
“Cat whiskers.....shit....”
Poor fellow was more than likely the victim of drunken pranks and passing out in the wrong place. Poor thing didn’t know until he walked in.
It was still funny though.
UPDATE: My coworker told me this was his friend and they’d just been messing around with sharpies. The kid apparently knew he had cat whiskers on his face until he came to the store at 4 in the morning and then completely forgot.
Still hilarious.
I work at Babies R Us and one time this lady came in drunk out of her mind (I actually surprisingly get drunk customers a lot) and I'm trying to help her with a product and shes falling and stumbling everywhere. Then I notice shes bleeding and there is blood all over her products and on the floor. She didn't know she cut herself and didn't seem to care. And guess who got to clean up the blood, and throw out every bloody product she touched?
The following is an actual phone conversation between me and a customer who called the store last night. I was just too dead to put it up last night.
"Thank you for calling your locally owned [redacted], this is Lily, how can I make your day?"
"Are you open?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Can you deliver?"
".....If we're open we can make deliveries ma'am."
(We go through the order and I tell Princess Slur the price and ask if she wants to pay cash or card)
"Can you pick up cigarettes?"
"No ma'am, our drivers are only allowed to go to the customer's house and then back to the store, nowhere in between."
"Can your driver pick me up from my house and leave me at a light by the gas station?"
"....No."
"Shit. I'll pay cash then."
[end]
Seriously? Seriously? She's not the first drunk person to ask for someone to pick them up something or drop them off somewhere after the delivery either. As someone who used to be a delivery driver before becoming an insider, I also had people ask me at the house, if they could bribe me to go booze or smokes.
Actual conversation with a customer at 5 minutes before it is illegal to purchase alcohol in CT:
Customer: Do you have any Caramel Baily's nips?
Manager: Yes, they're $1.49, not $1.39 though.
Customer: Give me two of them.
Manager: Okay, I'll give them to my cashier.
I ring up everything
Customer: Woah woah, uh-uh. No. The guy said the Baily's was $1.39, I'm not paying $2.98 for them. If they're $2.98 then forget it. Just cancel it all. I'm not paying $2.98.
Me: No, they're $1.49 each. The caramel Baily's are $1.49.
Customer, while holding a wad of hundreds and twenties: No, you can just cancel it, I'm not paying for them if they're $2.98.
Me: The regular Baily's is $1.39, the ones in the bin on the counter. The caramel are $1.49.
Customer, looking at the screen and ignoring everything I say: I'm not paying $2.49 for them, just forget it.
Me: It's $2.49 for both.
Customer: Oh.
He proceeds to count the price of everything, then pays with a hundred instead of a twenty for his $9.46 purchase.
IT'S JUST BOOZE. JUST BUY A GALLON OF MILK AND POUR SOME RUBBING ALCOHOL IN IT. IF YOU'RE GOING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT THE PRICE, HANG YOURSELF.
