I took some time off work for school vacation, and so that I could see my family. I am now all rested up and back to daily grind. I have lots of stories to tell, starting with this one:
It’s a nice slow Sunday. I’m working bar, and my co-worker, Little K is ringing customers up. I’m able to make the drinks quickly and efficiently, while still carrying on a pleasant banter with some of my favorite visitors. Customers are generally pleasant. This woman was Sunday’s exception.
Middle-aged bitchy woman to co-worker: ” I’ll have a short chocolate milk for myself, and a tall decaf latte.”
Tiny K to me: ” So, that’s just a short hot chocolate, right?”
Me to to Little K: “Yes.” (I start to make the drink.)
Middle-aged bitchy woman: “No! It’s a short chocolate milk! I order it all the time, I don’t get what your problem is!”
Me to woman: ” I understand, what you want, she,” I motioned towards Little K, “– K was just asking me how to enter the transaction into our system. We don’t have a chocolate milk —”
Woman: (cutting me off) “You do! It’s right up there!” She points her index finger at the sign above the register.
Me: ” I was going to say that while we do have it on the menu, we don’t have a button for it in our ringing system. I can make the drink you want.” At this point my face is hot, I’m stewing, and Little K is pursing her lips — probably to prevent an onslaught of vulgarities aimed at the woman.
The woman sighs, and proceeds to pay. I hand off her ever-so-controversial iced hot chocolate/chocolate milk, and I add the just finished steamed milk to the tall cup with the decaf espresso shot. I hand that off.
Woman to me: “Now you’re SURE that it’s decaf, because if it’s not I’ll have to come back.”
Me: “Yes, it’s decaf. Have a nice day!” *forced smile*
God lady, really!? I mean really? Is it truly necessary to be THAT grouchy on a Sunday morning?