Some people are just sick in the mind.
31 03 2008Yesterday at work, I encountered the worst kind of customer one might see. Don’t give me the reason that they are in a bad mood because they had a bad day. If they can show me their hostility even when I am giving you my best smile, then they can take a long walk down the short jetty, aka jump into the water please.
This particular customer came and order his drinks, and of course I as a responsible cash register personnel, I have the duty to check certain details so we can handcraft this bastard’s drink to his wishes. He started to get impatient. That’s alright, I understand, you just want your drink.
Next he told me he wanted the “Chocolate Biscuit”. I was like, oh alright, but we don’t have this item in store. I asked him the 2nd time to repeat please because I didn’t get it, (Obviously I got it, I wanted to see whether he was repeating his mistake).
He told me, getting more impatient by the moment, that he wanted the “Chocolate Biscuit”. I walked over to the Pastry Case and checked and saw no such item. I was thinking, must he be pointing at the Macadamia Cookie. I took out and showed him, and he said, “YES, the chocolate biscuit”, along with his fucked up expression.
Lets stop for a moment. Is he the fucking Ang Moh or am I the fucking Singaporean. This is so fucking obvious that it is a COOKIE. Even a little kid can rush in, point at the pastry case and tell me he wants the Chocolate COOKIE at the very least. For god sake, I am the fucking Singaporean here, and he’s the Ang Moh, don’t tell me he can’t even see the difference between a Cookie and a Biscuit.
If you tell me they look the same, he could have at least open his fucking pair of eyes and look at the BIG TAG. I never for 1 moment doubted that he had big eyes, for he could stare at me with those BIG POPPING EYES of his, to the extent of them popping out anytime.
That’s alright AGAIN. I helped him warm up his cookie, and apologizing for something I never did wrong. What to do, I’m paid to do things like that. He didn’t fucking appreciate or in chinese they call it “Jian Hao Jiu Shou”, which means stop pushing your luck.
I collected his money, and was about to give him his change when the cash tray slotted back by itself, and it was because the 2nd drawer was very tight and tends to slot back without pushing. I apologized and went into to look for my manager so I could get her to open the drawer. She was nowhere to be found, and so I searched and got her card so I could open up the tray and return to this bastard his cash.
I pass him his change, and apologizing again for something I didn’t do and he went off, not taking a second look. How rude, did his parents taught him that? I guess it runs in the family.
My colleague who was making all the drinks, shouted out for a Iced Mocha, and I heard that customer’s fucking voice again. “I ordered a Hot Mocha, he asked me and I told him I wanted Hot One just now, when he asked me I already told him.” yada yada yada. Stop yakking you fucking piece of shit.
He was acting like as if the whole store was his and he was the only customer waiting for a mocha. My colleague told him firmly in his face, that his Hot mocha was coming up and this Iced one was not his. He, being a retard and all, didn’t take to people telling him the obvious very well, resorted to venting his anger on scolding me.
I heard from my colleague that he commented that I was an idiot. I laughed. Yes.
He commented on something / someone he didn’t even know, and that goes to show how immature he was, and I didn’t even turn to respond to him.
If he was acting like this just because he had a bad day, and I hope he will have bad days for the rest of his life.
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