*not actual burger but almost as rank*
Anybody that knows me, knows for the most part I am mostly quite calm…quite laid back….no one to complain (mostly). The other day I went into a ‘well known’ restaurant. I fancied a nice burger because I was really sick of eating the same old McDonald’s/Burger King burgers.
I ordered the burger and my mate ordered Carbonaro *boke*. The waiter brought out my burger. First of all, it looked as though it was stoating before i even tried it. I took one bite and the burger tasted wierd. The mayonnaise tasted too tangy/off. It tasted like it had been made with mince that had been defrosted on the last possible day and cooked and put with old mayo.
I’m like that tae ma mate, “here, I canny eat this, its RANK!”. Ma mate is aw sheepish, like that, “och, we’ll jist go- i’ll pay for it!”. Now, I don’t like people paying for stuff for me, but to OFFER to pay for something shite jist tae save any bother really got oan ma tits. So am like that, naw.
Called the waiter over. I said to him, “excuse me, this burger tastes funny- I can’t eat it, it tastes off to be honest!”. Now, I work in telesales. I KNOW how to speak to people, so I wasn’t cheeky or anything. This cunt screws his face up and I THOUGHT he was going to say, “really? I’m very sorry about that- would you like to order something else?”. WRONG WRONG. This wee prick, screws his face up, snorts and says to me, “well, nobody ELSE has complained about it!”.
I looked at ma mate across the table. Her eyes had widened like someone who knows there is about to be a nuclear bomb dropped in the next 5 seconds. In other words, when she heard that she SHAT herself, because she knew I was about to turn into the incredible fucken hulk, and this was exactly the situation she hoped to avoid by offering to pay £7.95 for this PIECE OF CACK!
Aye, like this...with the darkness and the fire and the explosion etc etc!
I must have blacked out for a brief second, probably while that mushroom cloud of rage erupted in my head. When I came to, the ‘waiter’ was turned at a sort of wierd angle- getting ready to skulk off. He probably thought that VERY brief moment of silence between me and ma mate meant that explanation would fly.
A felt my face go red hot, a jumped up. “Here you!” a barked at him “Naw, TRY THAT!”. He blinked at me, “Whit?” and ma mate looked up at the two of us, pure scarlet. “If….if ….you want me to change it I’ll get you a…” but I cut him off…. “Naw, don’t gie me that ye were quite happy tae spin me shite about naeboday else complaining!”
I told him that a wisney paying for it and that we were leaving and maybe he might like to act a bit better to customers in future.
Thing is but, I FUCKEN hate cheeky, bad service. If you don’t like working wi members of the public, DON’T FUCKEN INFLICT IT ON PEOPLE.