Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Chad And Minions Are Rude To Server, Poetic Justice Ensues


Man, it sounds like Chad and his pack of unruly minions were in dire need of a little wakeup call. They really ended up being their own worst enemies. We have no idea what kinds of awful forces compel customers to be so dang insensitive and rude to hard working employees that are just doing the best they can to make it through the day without any hiccups. 

Check out another instance of an entitled mom demanding to speak to a supervisor, and then getting put in her place very quickly. 

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Text - WW Sweet poetic karma for 4 whiny pre-teens who didn't like their table ATTA Long Edit: Yes, 'pre-teens' in the title is a major leap. I don't know their age to the second. They could even be Benjamin Button. STOP ASKING. Edit 2: This story is now on YouTube! Go give Hellfreezer a like and subscribe! About a year ago I remember the restaurant I used to work in, a notable sports bar was playing a VERY important football match. Arguably the most important of the season.

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Text - 2 months prior to the match we were getting calls for reservations and by the final week we had every table booked. Now something you should know about our restaurant is that it is set up quite oddly. Some tables have a better view of our TVs whereas others don't. That's compensated somewhat by the availability of two pull down projector screens. Anyway, this particular story relates to such a table. If you imagine walking into this restaurant, the table is facing horizontally to the near

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Text - Then arrives the guests, everything seems to be going fine. They arrive early, and I take them to their table. The lead of the group, let's call him Chad obviously isn't that much impressed. Chad: How the fuck are we supposed to watch the TV? Frankly l'm a little bit taken aback by his language, but given its game day and its understandably frustrating (from his point of view he probably isn't aware of the projector screen). Me: Well, we do- That's when he interrupts. Chad: Can we sit ove

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Text - He's pointing to a 8 seater booth. I know why - it's because it has arguably the best view of our biggest TV. Nevertheless, his is a 4 man booking and that 8 seater is obviously already booked. Me: That table is booked, as is every other- And again with another interruption. Chad: Well fucking put someone else here. We want to sit there. Baring in mind his 3 other mates are silent throughout. In retrospect they are all arguably so much more polite than this bag of pus. Me: Well that would

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Text - I very nearly laughed at that last bit, because I know why he made such a big deal about the larger table now. I would later find out that this particular cretin is stinking rich. He has daddy's money. But oh well, one booking cancelled. No sweat. The 3 boys leave led by the walking testicle. That's when the next group of customers really turns the situation well around. Customer: l'm sorry, I couldn't help overhear that they cancelled their booking? We haven't booked, and we're 4 persons

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Text - That's when it happens. Testicle McDoucheface rounds the corner and spots the projector. He re-enters the queue for tables and waits his turn. By the time he's up front, I can barely hide my grin. Chad: So...we changed our mind (meaning he changed his mind and now wants the table now he realizes that nowhere else in the city has vacancy). Me: l'm afraid your tables already been given away. Chad: But we reserved! Me: Yeah, and you also communicated to me just now that you wish to cancel. I

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