At a restaurant where I used to work, the COGIC people asked the owner for a discount. The owner told them "NO, You are rude to may staff and never tip. It would not bother me if you never came back."
Used to work at a Dunkin Donuts down the street from a church (actually the church my family went to). Sunday mornings were the absolute worst, lots of large orders that people would bring with them to church. Some of these people were absolutely terrible. There was one guy who would come in each week and order about 10 dozen donuts and want to pick out different flavors (which in general is fine). We asked him to start calling in his order the day before and we could have them ready when we came in - he wouldn’t have to wait plus we’d be sure to have the type of donuts he wanted. But he refused and instead would take a full half hour each Sunday to pick out his donuts, and get insanely mad if we had run out of a type he wanted. Every. Single. Week.
NJTNG87 on October 15th, 2020 at 17:49 UTC »
as a previous waiter, I second this. the worst fucking people, even worse than drunk assholes.
kimthealan101 on October 15th, 2020 at 17:56 UTC »
At a restaurant where I used to work, the COGIC people asked the owner for a discount. The owner told them "NO, You are rude to may staff and never tip. It would not bother me if you never came back."
NECalifornian25 on October 15th, 2020 at 20:02 UTC »
Used to work at a Dunkin Donuts down the street from a church (actually the church my family went to). Sunday mornings were the absolute worst, lots of large orders that people would bring with them to church. Some of these people were absolutely terrible. There was one guy who would come in each week and order about 10 dozen donuts and want to pick out different flavors (which in general is fine). We asked him to start calling in his order the day before and we could have them ready when we came in - he wouldn’t have to wait plus we’d be sure to have the type of donuts he wanted. But he refused and instead would take a full half hour each Sunday to pick out his donuts, and get insanely mad if we had run out of a type he wanted. Every. Single. Week.