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...well.... at least it's mutual....
Dear Salad Dressing Lady:
Cut. That. Shit. Out.
No really. Please stop being a moron, and stop treating me like I'm five. I am able to recognize you, as I've already demonstrated at least once. You like our pizza. Good good. We're happy to provide you with food. That would, in fact, be our job. Funny how that works. We are not, however, here to be taken advantage of. You like salad dressing on your pizza. Ok. Not my thing, but I am not here to judge. I am here to sell you food.
Ahem. That would include our salad dressing, which would be, as I've just indicated using basic english, topping for salads. People getting salads get dressing by the ounce, just like the rest of their salad. That is how it is priced. Now, seeing as how you've already paid at least $4 for your pizza, I don't think the 45 cents is gonna break your bank, given your fairly new brand-name clothes, up to and including today's chic pastel pink ski vest (with the so tasteful fuzzy collar).
I've let you go with a "for future reference" warning twice. My boss has done so once. I literally caught you once about to put dressing in the little cup you snagged from the Asian food place, and informed you that yes, you still did need to pay for that - at which point you decided to get (free) hot sauce oh imagine that.
However. Honey, I am not stupid. I can be slow. I do have poor facial recognition. But do not, DO NOT wait until I am helping another customer put his soup in a bag, before you try for our dressing. You are wearing an oversized PINK vest, so having rung you through already and watched you dither around between the salad bar and the hot sauce, I can tell it's you with just a glance. You are 3 feet away from me. I learned very well from my mother how to raise my voice to get that condescending "you've been caught" tone, and I am happy to use it in front of other customers. And yes, I am happy to point out that we've had that talk before, JUST so you can't really pull the line about "oh i have to pay/pay here? tee hee".
Now, I don't know if this is a cultural thing, or you've gotten away with it before and thus think you can get away with it as many times as you want, or if you just think I'm an easy mark or whatever. So let's make this clear. ALL the cashiers at this location are now aware of this game. I don't like you. I will sell you food, but yes, I am going to be keeping a very close eye on the dressing when I think you're around. And I am happy to point out next time that this is STEALING. You want pleasant, fast service? We're cool. You want to be an entitlement twat? Go someplace else.
Grow up.
No love,
the local register monkey
Cut. That. Shit. Out.
No really. Please stop being a moron, and stop treating me like I'm five. I am able to recognize you, as I've already demonstrated at least once. You like our pizza. Good good. We're happy to provide you with food. That would, in fact, be our job. Funny how that works. We are not, however, here to be taken advantage of. You like salad dressing on your pizza. Ok. Not my thing, but I am not here to judge. I am here to sell you food.
Ahem. That would include our salad dressing, which would be, as I've just indicated using basic english, topping for salads. People getting salads get dressing by the ounce, just like the rest of their salad. That is how it is priced. Now, seeing as how you've already paid at least $4 for your pizza, I don't think the 45 cents is gonna break your bank, given your fairly new brand-name clothes, up to and including today's chic pastel pink ski vest (with the so tasteful fuzzy collar).
I've let you go with a "for future reference" warning twice. My boss has done so once. I literally caught you once about to put dressing in the little cup you snagged from the Asian food place, and informed you that yes, you still did need to pay for that - at which point you decided to get (free) hot sauce oh imagine that.
However. Honey, I am not stupid. I can be slow. I do have poor facial recognition. But do not, DO NOT wait until I am helping another customer put his soup in a bag, before you try for our dressing. You are wearing an oversized PINK vest, so having rung you through already and watched you dither around between the salad bar and the hot sauce, I can tell it's you with just a glance. You are 3 feet away from me. I learned very well from my mother how to raise my voice to get that condescending "you've been caught" tone, and I am happy to use it in front of other customers. And yes, I am happy to point out that we've had that talk before, JUST so you can't really pull the line about "oh i have to pay/pay here? tee hee".
Now, I don't know if this is a cultural thing, or you've gotten away with it before and thus think you can get away with it as many times as you want, or if you just think I'm an easy mark or whatever. So let's make this clear. ALL the cashiers at this location are now aware of this game. I don't like you. I will sell you food, but yes, I am going to be keeping a very close eye on the dressing when I think you're around. And I am happy to point out next time that this is STEALING. You want pleasant, fast service? We're cool. You want to be an entitlement twat? Go someplace else.
Grow up.
No love,
the local register monkey
You Go Register Monkey......
Re: You Go Register Monkey......
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That's right up there with the folks who think they get can cheese for free on the sandwich where I work at. It you get the cheap sandwich, yes, the cheese costs 50 cents. If you go for a specialty one, which costs either 50 cents or $1 more, you'll get some sort of cheese on there.
But that would be using logic... which sadly, some customers don't get.
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As to getting blown off, I deal with my share of that as well. Nothing quite liking saying you can help them... and then watch them walk over to a coworker to place the order.
Ugh, I am so not looking forward to working tomorrow (last Saturday was an utter mad house).