For anyone who thinks they can be a d ick to people who work at Subway and not get their food messed with, think again.
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social_moon — 14 years ago(January 18, 2012 03:59 AM)
I worked in a coffee shop/cafe for three months when I was a teenager. Never had a problem with the customers, but my boss was a sexist, xenophobic nightmare.
I spat in his tea a couple of times & 'got confused' between decaff & regular. Watching him try to make a moccha latte afterwards with the jitters was hilarious.
I got fired eventually, but that was because I didn't turn up for work.
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CrazyToaster — 14 years ago(March 09, 2012 08:41 PM)
This seems like an appropriate place for me to share this story. I always treat wait staff with respect because i'm not a douchebag.
Anyway, my and three of my friends traveled to the city for the weekend. We went to a restaurant on a Friday night when there was a pretty large number of patrons (so i assume the staff were quite busy). Our waitress was a really nice, polite girl who treated us very well and was great at her job. Unfortunately for her another customer whose table she was waiting was a real jerk. Something minor and completely out of her control was wrong and he felt it right to scream at her and make some pretty derogatory comments. After me and my group were finished with our meal i said too one of my friends 'make a distraction for me'. While the jerk was preoccupied with my friend pretending to be a long lost nephew i walked by the other side of the table, picked up the jerks drink, spat in it and set it back down. He never noticed, but a very grateful number of the staff did.
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owmybrain — 14 years ago(April 04, 2012 10:26 AM)
I've worked in bars, cafes, restaurants and tea rooms. Never known it to happen. Everyone would be too scared of getting caught - losing your job isn't fun when you rely on it to pay rent.
You get back at horrible customers in other, more subtle ways. One of my favourites was saving my farts for when I'd be walking past a table with some rude customers. As I passed, I'd let out a silent killer and carry on going. They never figure out where it came from, and suspect each other of being the one who let one go. It always made me feel better about having to smile and apologise for every little complaint and bitchy comment that was thrown at me. -
tbirdman-1 — 12 years ago(February 17, 2014 10:30 AM)
I remember back in 2009 when I used to work for Hooters Channelside
of Tampa, FL. One of the cooks had finished cooking a grilled
cheese sandwich and I bumped into him sending it onto the dirty
tile floor of the kitchen. I asked him what he was going to do
with the sandwich and he replied he would toss it into the trash.
Well I asked, "would he care if I ate it" and he said no, he
did not care. So I picked it up and it went onto a plate and I
gobbled up the sandwich and enjoyed it! Who said there's no
such thing as a free lunch!? LOL, HAAH!
Lorenzo Sunny Arizona
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mankillingshark — 12 years ago(March 07, 2014 03:03 PM)
I was working at TGIF's and some dudes came in, COMPLETELY high off their asses. Their eyes were half closed, and they were so mumbly, you could barely understand a single word out of their mouths. Rude has hell too. I handed them their menus, and they threw them on the table without looking at them (probably because they were too high to read) and were like, "Gimme a Chimichanga". Which was not even remotely an item on the menu at TGIF. One of my coworkers spit in, and wiggled their fingers in, their 7-Up. The dude took a sip and was like, "Something's up with this Sprite", so I had to bring him a new one.
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Kwunschel316 — 11 years ago(July 22, 2014 06:27 PM)
I worked in restaurants for years and only saw this happen a couple of times, both at an ice cream shop where I worked in high school and college.
The first was this guy who ordered a shake. He wanted it thick, extra thick. He made sure to remind me he wanted it thick after every person in his party ordered, and there had to be like eight people in the group. Well, I made his shake super thick, and when I brought it to the table, he wasn't happy and sent it back. No problem. I made him another one so thick that it wouldn't even let go of the blender. He still wasn't happy and proceeded to yell, calling me stupid and a moron at the top of his lungs. My friend came and took over. Scooped ice cream into the cup, hocked a good one in there, and smashed it with a kitchen knife No milk, no blender. He told her it was the best shake he'd ever had and how much better she was than "that other stupid waitress." No guilt there.
The other one was this old lady that used to come in on Saturday mornings. Who used to call her Gert the Bagel B*tch. She wanted the freshest pot of decaf every Saturday. The pot could still be dripping, but she would say it wasn't fresh. She just wanted someone to make a pot special for her. I used to just walk around behind the counter and pretend that I was making her coffee, and give her the oldest pot of decaf we had, or I would brew her regular instead and smile when she told me how wonderful it was. The cooks used to screw with her bad, though. She ordered a lightly toasted bagel every Saturday, too, but it was never toasted to her approval, and she sent it back at least once every week. Her bagel commonly got rubbed on peoples butts or kicked around the floor before it made it to her plate. I don't feel bad for this one either.
These people were unbelievably rotten, and that's why they were messed with.
There are other ways to get even other than messing with people's food. I used to like to fart near obnoxious customers tables and walk away and leave it there. I used to be cheap with the booze in someone's drink if they were rude at the bar. I also wasn't past stealing some fries off a mean customers plate. Or give them the smallest piece of pie in the fridge when they ordered dessert.
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angryskorpion-44260 — 10 years ago(September 27, 2015 07:21 AM)
I wasn't a waiter but I was a jail guard for 20 years. One of my duties was to pass out the chow to the inmates. Now, there are some people who would say messing with an inmate's food is OK because they deserve it but we still have to be professional and leave judgments to the courts. Having said that, I will say that in 20 years of dealing with inmates throwing piss, beep blood, and sperm at us, I only messed with their food 3 times in 20 years. It happens but it's a rare occurrence.
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wgrcgm — 10 years ago(February 10, 2016 10:13 AM)
I worked as a head chef in a small family restaurant back in the late 80's. Unfortunately I did see such behavior from the owners. Not loads of it but some of it was pretty bad.
The place was basically the whole family: the dad owned it, the mom was host, son helped with cooking, daughter waitresses, step sister of father waitresses etc.
A few incidents:
A woman ordered a Belgian waffle which came with whipped cream. I did it as expected and she returned it asking for more whipped cream. I added more, she returned it again. Joe, the owner took the plate from me and spit on it and literally emptied the whipped cream container on it.
Another situation was a woman ordered a sandwich. I sent it out and time passes and the waitress comes back with with their finished plates. The woman only ate half the sandwich but since there was no request for a doggie bag, I cleaned the plates off and threw them in the sink (it was a small place so we all helped doing a little of everything). A few minutes passed and the waitress comes in and asks for the half a sandwich to go. I asked joe should I make another one and give her half and I'll eat the other half (or someone else if they wanted it). He calmly walked to the trash, pulled out the half a sandwich, and put it in a container to go.
Another was a piece of cake. There came an order for a piece of cake and since Joe was going downstairs to the walk-in anyway. he got it. He served it and it was send out. It was returned as the woman said it had cigarette ashes on it (which it did). Joe tried to pass it off as "wall nuts" but it clearly wasn'the has been smoking downstairs. He told the waitress he would get another piece, but instead, wiped off the ashes and re-served it.
The step sister was not liked by the family, I don't know why as I didn't know their history. But there was a regular occurrence of Joe and the son spitting in her coffee.
Eventually I ended up quitting over thing such as these. Another thing they did was to make rumors of people they didn't like I became one of those things when they tried to get me fired from my next job.
There are many of these types of things that happened. Including more returned food which was "altered" in some way.
The lesson I learned from this I rarely return food unless there is something very wrong with it.