We were being such jerks

The Pit is filled with such hate for people for being assholes. Rarely, though, do I see people pitting themselves for their own actions. I’ve seen some self-pitying pit posts, but I’m about to pit myself and my friends, and I don’t think I have any excuses for our behaviour.

So it was Friday night and my friends and I headed into our local video rental store to rent a couple of movies for the night. We had already decided we would get chips and chocolate at the grocery store after the movie pick-out. Then, we were going to head to Subway for dinner. All went well until we hit Subway.

First friend was great. She told the person behind the counter exactly what she wanted and did it without confusing anyone. My other friend, however, was under her mother’s instruction to bring back a sub for her. So, after my first friend ordered, that was when friend #2 decided to whip out her cell phone to phone her mom to see what she wanted. She couldn’t have done it, say, earlier, before it was time to order, or when her mother told her she wanted a sub. I should mention now that at this time, I noticed a mother and a daugther enter the restaurant and wait behind us

So, the poor employee working behind the counter, seeing that she wasn’t ready, looked towards me for my order. I wasn’t ready either. I was still trying to decide between a BLT or the yummy chicken teriyaki. So, yaking goes on for a few more minutes on the cell phone. And my friend and I are completely blocking the way so the mother/daughter couldn’t approach the counter to go ahead of us. Said friend finally tells the employee her mother’s order. After she placed the order, I knew I wanted a BLT, so I told the employee who had finished serving my first friend, so. My friend, then ordered her sub. But you know how they have to place the condiments onto the sub? Well, friend didn’t know what her mother wanted or didn’t want on it, so she had to call again. Wasting more and more minutes. I’m standing there trying to decide if I want mayo or no mayo. The employee wasn’t paying attention to me anyway, so I thought I had time.

Then, all of a sudden, I hear “This is ridiculous. Let’s get out of here.” in a really annoyed tone. I turn around and see the mother/daughter leave. Friend on the cell phone finally finishes talking and she pretends to look confused. “What was that?” She says. “That was confusing.”

No. It is fucking NOT confusing. We were taking too long, being wishy washy brats, and not letting people who knew what they wanted ahead of us! Not only did we piss the mother/daughter off, we pissed Subway off too because they lost two customers instead of us.

The more I think about it, the more angry I get. We were such assholes!!

BEAUTIFULLY done!! A+++

Eh, when I go to Subway I’m shocked if I don’t find a bunch of (probably stoned) yahoos in line in front of me, taking forever to decide what they want while they yak on their cell phones. This time you guys were the yahoos. Next time, you’ll be trapped behind them. It all evens out.

7 Up Yours, you help restore my faith in humanity. So did you get the mayo?

Hey, you know, everyone’s an asshole at some point in their lives - you get a 10/10 for realizing it and hopefully, correcting the behavior in the future!

I once yelled at a girl at Best Buy because the store website hadn’t told me to print out a copy of my order for pickup at the store. Even though she was a bit rude to me, I felt bad, and after I picked up the order, I apologized to her. And I’ve made it a point with myself never to be rude to the person behind the counter, even if they’re being rude to me (and believe me, this was probably the ONLY time I’ve ever been rude to someone like that - I’m a model shopper).

Ava

I cringe any time I shop with people like this.

Recently and friend and I were setting up a tv for another friend, and we needed a component, I knew exactly what we needed, but friend 1 didn’t believe I did.

We’re at radioshack at the checkout line with the item, suddenly, friend 1 decides right when we get to the guy to start asking questions about weither it will work or not (not knowing ANYTHING about setting up tv’s) I try to say lets just get it and go, now I’m the bad guy because friend 1 doesn’t want to have to return it later. By now there are several people behind us waiting. Friend 1 doesn’t trust me, decides to call friend 2 at home, ask what our ‘setup’ is, then has the store clerk TALK to friend 2!!! After about ten minutes, pissing alot of people off and me feeling extremely embarassed we end up leaving with what I originally picked out.

Gah, and friend 1 was blaming me the whole way out!

I can honestly say that i was never in my life, up to this point, rude to any emplyees anywhere.
It’s because i work behind a cash-register and i know the extent of shit they can recieve from clients. So i try to be extra polite with them. (if someone ever was rude to me, i still try to be civilized, but no employee has been too rude to me)

But i also had moments of feeling ashamed of (like a mother to her child’s) few friends’ behavior towards emplyees. Either rudeness or stupid jokes.

See, i’m pitting my friends here…not myself…insert ashamed smilely here

Look at it this way: thanks to your valiant waffling and foot-dragging, those two poor women were saved from having to eat at Subway. You have nothing to be ashamed of. Hell, you deserve a medal for that.

7 you are on the right track, and (I’m guessing here) given your age, I’m glad you were able to see it. There’s nothing quite like a growth experience.

Oh yeah. Heaps and heaps of it! There was so much mayo it squirted out and hit my friend in the eye. Well, in my mind, that’s what happened, but in reality, it just dribbled down the wrapper and onto the table.

I’m relieved to say though, I’m not usually a jerk. Well, at least not when comes to food service. Ever since I started working at a semi fast food restaurant, I feel nothing but sympathy when sucky customers (us) make their job absolutely horrible.

You never know, they could have gone to another Subway in the area.

F_X

You should have tried their squid, tripe and mountain oyster supreme. It comes with mayo, mustard, a few strips of bacon and a wedge of tomato. Oh, toss the tomato, ruins it.

Good on you 7 up…(which is the first in a brilliant series of documentaries done by the BBC following a group of children through their lives from the age of 7 through to the latest at 42 BTW!!) I hate being a pain to shopworkers, and mostly I am the model customer. I don’t give a toss about waiting if the person is busy doing something else, and I never whinge about tardy service. And for the most part, shop-workers love me too…Except ONCE!!

A couple of weeks ago I was at the deli of my local supermarket ordering some ham… it was a few days after I had had an ear operation so my hearing was not exactly A1. I ordered my requisite quantity of ham, and apparently the girl behind the counter had asked me again for how much I wanted, and I didn’t hear her straight up. Once she got my attention, I replied with 300gm please (or whatever it was) and the cheeky bloody bitch rolled her eyes at me, just so I could see it.

I have never felt so angry in my life. I wanted to leap across the counter and punch the stupid little snot’s eyes out. I have NEVER encountered such blatant rudeness, and I wondered how she would react to someone who perhaps had a speech impediment or something similar.

Anyway, while I was seething, I decided to make her life miserable…so I continued to order things I didn’t even want!! I asked her for 30 gm of Greek Fetta cheese, and 1/2 scoop of marinated olives, and 1/4 scoop of eggplant and 3 slices (not too thin mind you!!) of proscuitto. I made sure that she had to acknowledge me, and reaffirm the orders. Once she had done them, I made an especial point of THANKING HER EVER SO MUCH FOR HER EFFORTS. I think, at that point, she got the hint. She averted her eyes and looked decidely sheepish.

Better that than me reporting her to the manager I suspect!

Apparantly 7’s not the only one. Our local Subway has several prominent signs which state, “We’ll be happy to help you with your order as soon as you’re off your cell phone.”

Are subway’s not required by law to hire at least 40% *stoners? Thats always been the rule at every subway I’ve ever worked at or frequented. So the employee’s probably didn’t give a shit and maybe the “mother/ daughter” decided to try that new Blimpies out accross town, they make better food anyway. And they only have to hire 25% *stoners.

*I have nothing against stoners, they need free food and money too. Plus other stoner’s like Subway, so they make good trade material.

Former barista checking in. Man oh man, those customers were brutal. If you came up to the cash and say “A coffee, please” I was required to ask for

  • size
  • type of coffee (brewed? flavoured? cappuccino? strong latte? weak latte?)
  • for here/to go
  • what kind of milk (skim, 1%, 2%, homo, lactaid, skim lactaid)
  • chocolate, cinnamon, nutmeg on top?

needless to say new customers were squirming by the time I got to the end. But how long does it take you to figure out that you are going to be asked these questions? Be specific, people. You can’t just order a “coffee” any more. People still moaned and consulted and pondered and wondered, right at the front of the line. And they asked me for advice. Listen, lady, I don’t give a flying rat’s patootie whether you have 1% or 2% milk. Really. Not at all. I’m sure your friend at the other side of the store doesn’t care either. Don’t ask her.

Great rant, 7.

I hear there are some excercises you can do to strengthen those muscles.

ARE YOU CALLING ME FAT?! :mad: :wink:

cowgirl, as part of my job, I have to make specialty coffees for people. Two words: Customers suck.

I worked at Subway for a couple decades one summer. Please, for the love of all that’s holy in this world, people, decide what bread and what length of sandwich you want when ordering it. Nothing happens until the bread is chosen and sliced, I assure you. I was asking people “white or whole wheat? six inch or twelve inch?” in my sleep by the end of that summer. And you’re entirely correct, 7up; you and your friend were the kind of customers that I made little voodoo dolls for that I sliced in the meat slicer.

Sign hidden from customer view in a pharmacy where I once worked:

The customer is almost always wrong.

Telling him about it isn’t your job.

Tris