Thursday, July 31, 2008
So I take your order. I'm careful to listen to what you want, and I key it correctly into the computer. It's my job. I do this for 150+ people a week. I rarely make a mistake, but it does happen and I fix it when I do. But when you order an Admiral's Feast, I order you an Admiral's Feast. Don't bitch at me when you order the wrong meal. I'm not psychic you douche bag. I don't read minds. I take very seriously what you say you would like, my tip is riding on it. I don't go to the computer and decide that I think you would like something else better. I order what you order. Hell, I write it down, just to make sure. So don't tell me this isn't what you ordered when I set the slop down in front of your ugly ass. Don't tell me I heard you wrong, I repeated the order back to you and you confirmed it before I walked away. It's on you. I'll get you something different if you don't want what you ordered, but don't go trying to put it off on me. You try this again, I'm going to punch you in the throat. Repeatedly. Idiot.