On my way home from work, I stopped at the 24 hour deli near my house, because it’s the middle of the night, it’s so damn close, and I’m frickin’ starving.
2 cars in the parking lot (mine and another)
1 couple inside the store
4 people on staff
1 woman behind the counter staring blankly at me
I look at her. I look at another employee who’s involved with something else, and then I look back at the woman who’s still staring at me. So I proceed with my order. I’m halfway through my sentence when she interrupts me by speaking over me and waving her hand.
“You gotta tell him”, she says as she points to the young guy already working on the previous order. The other two employees are elsewhere behind the counter keeping themselves busy. I spin on my heel and turn away from her dismissively to go peruse the beverages in the refrigerator. I hear her say “sorry” to my backside.
Lady, not only are you staring at me and making eye contact (which is often understood as the sign to begin speaking) but you’re not doing jack squat. You work 3 feet from the guy who will take my order, and you’ve taken my order many other times that I’ve stopped in when you were not by the register. So take my damn order now.
Fortunately, the young guy who does have “order taking” in his job description is not a lazy turd and he finishes up very quickly to take my order. As he makes my order, I grab a yoohoo chocolate drink. It’s not chocolate milk, it’s a chocolate drink. Read the ingredients and you’ll understand. I put the yoohoo on the counter, the woman stares apathetically at it and I stand there waiting.
Before my sandwich is completed, the woman turns to the man making my order and says, “what is he having?” The man replies, reciting my order to her. Wow. Here’s an idea. Hear me out. This might be a good one. Instead of creating an assembly line production out of my sandwich order, why don’t you just take my order in the beginning. The order will be declared once, you’ll have the monetary transaction completed right then and there and then you can go back to leaning your trailer trash ass on the counter thinking about the 15 cats you share a house with and how they still can’t distinguish between the litter box and your mouth.
I work at a luxury hotel, and this sort of laziness doesn’t fly there. Everyone who works with me knows that we serve the customer. Not because we’re submissive twerps, but because it’s our f*cking job and we like to get sh*t done. If you’re in a service position and you’d rather not be serving the customer, maybe you should be looking for a new job or a double barreled shotgun to blow a hole in your face.
It blows my mind that she was right there when I made the order. She was as close to me as was the guy who took my order. She also was already involved with my order because she heard part of it before I got cut off. If I read in the paper tomorrow that she died from suffocating on a lump of fur balls and cat sh*t, I might be able to forgive her.