The Dark Link 7, we can tip what we want. It's a shame waitstaff don't even make minimum wage. This reminds me that once I was a young man. 23 at this time. I was working on an outage at a power plant in 1979/80 on a 7/14 schedule. South of "their ammie "or Homestead Fl. Any thing after 8hr was time and a half. After 10hrs double time. Of course Saturday time and a half and Sunday double bubble. Not to brag. Just stating ready cash wasn't an issue, I was single and it was burning a hole in my pocket. Time itself though, was a valuable asset. I had just topped out of my apprenticeship. A young Journeyman making full scale. couldn't work 7 days a week 14 hours a day Now If I had to. Pulled up to a breakfast place. I was on night shift. Where I parked I could see through a big window, a waitress having a fit. Dropping a stack of plates back down on the table. Screaming. I walked in. Of course I got put in her section. The same table actually. She came up. I gave my order. She had been crying. So I asked. She explained. The large party before me had run her ragged. And she hadn't noticed a tip until she saw the corner of what she thought was a 20$ bill sticking out from under the plate. All it was. A corner ripped off. They stiffed her. I gave my order. Excellent service. Good conversation. Good food. I felt I found my restaurant for my breakfast every day during this outage. Looking forward to getting some sleep back at my travel trailer. I had a 100$ bill. So... yeah. I ripped the Corner off. But I put the hole bill under the center of the plate. And left just the corner I had torn off sticking out. Payed my bill. She was busy with some other tables. Remember. I had parked where I had a front row seat. I sat in the truck till I saw her come to buss the table. My god the smile she had on her face. And she was happily sharing a conversation with another waitress. And then she noticed it was just a corner. Never noticing the rest of the bill that I had left. I could hear her scream though the window and my windshield. She throws the plates down. Sat down at the table and started to cry. Ohh my goodness. I had to man up and go in and show her that I had left the full bill. And apologize. She never noticed I saw what I caused. Through the window. When she saw me walk to the table. She was looking for blood. When I showed her I had left the full 100$ and begged forgiveness. She stopped looking like she would kill me at least. I deserved that look. I ate there every morning for the four months I worked that outage. And lelt her a 20$ bill every day after. She explained that she was happy married and large tips weren't going to get me any where. I explained that I was being adequately compensated. And was happy to bless them. After that. Best service I ever had. Thanks Dark Link. For helping me to remember that time when I was younger. And learned a valuable lesson.
@@snapcutter9596 yeah and not to follow your story with what may be a shit story here. So my mom sister and I were at a restaurant which the franchise itself was on the decline. So it was us three plus a total of like 8 tables with four waitresses (so 2 tables for each). Well we get the one section where there was only two tables. Us and a table of about 10 maybe 12 people. So we sit and wait........ and wait.......... and wait...................... and guess what? We waited. 15 to 20 minutes and 6 to 8 times to the 10 to 12 top the waitress finally comes to us. We order our drinks. And we waited for another 20 minutes and the waitress checking in several times on the 10 to 12 top before the she finally brought our drinks. Another waiting time before she eventually got our food order. Another 30 minutes and then some of waiting for the food. I eat half of my cheeseburger and some fries. And we wait for another like 30 or so minutes for her to just bring the check and I had asked for a take out container. However she was checking in on the 10 to 12 top every 4 minutes. So she brings the check but not a take out container and me waiting for 5 minutes. I was like "screw it." I get up and go to the front and asked for a take out container. While there my mom asks me to out the I think 6 dollar tip on the table. So all that happens in a minute. So side note time. Have you noticed me giving out times and all? So yeah like I said. Me going to the front, getting the tip, and getting the box and making my way back to the table. As soon as I had my sights on the table. There is the waitress with the bus bin thing. As I am walking towards it. In goes my mom's plate. In goes my sisters plate.. And guess what? In goes my plate with the half of cheeseburger and fries. Within one minute she goes and grabs the bus bin to clear the table. I quietly yet in my mind hopefully loud enough muttered "f^ck this sh^t." Tossed the take out container on an empty and ready table. Took the tip and gave it back to my mom who was outside.
@@evilarchconservative2952 yeah like I can't say about the others who was working that day. And I can't say how my mom and sister felt as well. But I at least felt that we were being ignored cause of the 10 to 12 top (10 to 12 people is what I mean). But yeah 15 to 20 percent is a great tip.
@@TheDarkLink7 Yeah, my wife now of over 40 years has worked a time or three as a waitress when we were younger. While your sitting in a restaurant. You can tell a lot about the wait staff. If they have a lot of customers. Or if the other customers are demanding or not. It only takes one short tempered, to mess up a routine. If the staff are spread thin or just don't care. I don't mind being patient. But don't ignore me. I've never worked the service industry. But I do appreciate what it would take. To serve total strangers. My wife always says. If you can't afford the tip you can't afford to eat out. Years before we married. I would frequently eat at a local restaurant when I was in town. My work kept me on the road a lot. One waitress would take good care. And I would show my appreciation. Years later my wife invited a couple over from church for dinner. She was the same waitress I hadn't seen for an eternity. And she bragged to her husband about what a good tipper I was to her husband. In front of my wife. Good friends now, for a long while. Small world sometimes. I have always treated people the way I hoped to be treated. Take care. Dark Link.
Advice to all the snobs out there: If you want to order the most expensive thing a restaurant has for the sake of impressing someone & the server suggests looking at the menu first, DO IT!!!
wasn't there a character in Fringe who was an alien and he was only able to taste really spicy food? I seem to remember a dude who looked like G-man dumping an entire pepper shaker on a burger, but then again it's been a decade since I watched that show and I never finished it.
Sounds like the story of how the potato chip (or crisp for those outside U.S.A.) was invented - malicious compliance with a customer that wanted sliced potatoes fried *very* well done...
True. Its pretty rare to see people get exactly what they asked for and be happy with it. Sounds like a win/win, but it still doesn't excuse them being unpleasant, leaving big messes, and not tipping well previously.
There is a place here that makes habanero pizzas every year, Flying Pie. It was on Man V. Food. Coworker who grew up in Bangladesh and eating spicy food even found their quad pizza too hot. To my credit, I did manage to eat a whole slice.
Had someone ask for a well done steak once, cooked it well but not dry or leathery. Got sent back not well done enough, so we cooked it till it was almost dry and leathery... Sent back again, not well done enough. So the other cooks and I were done, we shoved it in the microwave for 3 minutes, dropped it in the deep fryer for another 3, then shoved it in the salamander till it was black as a hockey puck... Said it was the best he'd ever had.
Story 3: allegedly this is how Potato chips were made the Story: A Customer complained about their Potatoes so many times that the Cook got annoyed and made the potatoes as thins as they could, fried them to a crisp and salted them and the customer loved them
I'm from Saratoga Springs. That's where this story comes from. However, it should be pointed out that this story, while popular, is almost definitely not where the potato chip came from. By this time, there had already been recipes coming from France with deep fried potato slices... for a few decades. I wish this story were true, as it would mean we did something other than the horse track.
"They get expectant"? That has to be one of the most blatantly dehumanizing things I've heard. He talked about servers like they were vermin or sub-human. And the fact that the friends didn't react at all is also very telling. What he said was so casually cruel. We need to start calling people out on their sociopathic tendancies.
Story 5: "You overpaid on your tip, lawl.", "Wow, that's amazing.", "What?", "I've never seen anyone able to breathe, let alone talk, with their entire foot lodged up to the ankle in their throat."
My ex-wife taught me a good tip which is to never order a well-done steak. The chef will select the worst steak in the kitchen and cook the hell out of it. I always order a medium cooked steak. It has worked so far!
@@nightrayneraven1323 A friend of mine, now sadly dead, told me this story. It happened a long time ago so the details won't be completely accurate. AFAIR she'd had a miscarriage and was bleeding from her vagina.She went to a guy who was a homeopath who told her to go home and eat a steak. She desperately needed red blood corpuscles. It does not matter what your dietary beliefs are, sometimes you'll have to break the "rules".
There is a level in between well done and medium known as Medium Well that while not the easiest to make, it doesn’t have any of the ire of any cook/chef. It is also the second best way to have a gourmet burger cooked.
hello! I am the poster for united blairlines story. He did. He reached out to a bunch of lawyers and also work/injury lawyers. Almost no one would take his case. Once he realized all the red tape and bullshit he'd have to go through to have a slim shot at a settlement, he decided it wasn't worth it. He has two beautiful children. And a lot of other things to be doing with his time. He owns a great little record pressing company! I'll see if I can get the name of it if anyone would like to support him!
@@geddesthesea849 Congrats on walking away from a crappy job! A lot of people won't do that because they're afraid they won't be able to find anything else, and there are always bills to pay. But you can't very well earn a living if you're disabled right on out of working, or straight up dead, now can you? As for (let's call it what it is) United Airlines, I won't fly with them. Or Delta, for that matter. There's an old saying in the military: Shit rolls downhill. So when the employees get treated like crap, they tend to pass the savings on to the customers. Oh sure, the flights are cheap. But lost/damaged (and even stolen!) luggage due to handlers who are overworked and underpaid, coupled with crappy service from customer service personnel who have all but run out of fucks to give... the skies are not so friendly in that area. Add a notch to your axe knowing some people have noticed your situation and refuse to purchase seats on those airlines.
Way back in high school, I worked in a fast food burger joint kitchen. One cranky old lady kept returning her burger saying it wasn't done enough. Fast food burgers are almost never anywhere rarer than medium, and usually medium-well. No matter how much extra we cooked her burger, we couldn't please her. Finally, the shift manager maliciously complied by dropping an already-overcooked burger into the deep fryer for another minute or so before serving it in a bun. Apparently that was enough to stop the complaints, though I don't know how that would have been appetizing.
My late mother liked her fried food so that, in the case of sausages or bacon or beefburgers, they were no longer pink - anything darker than light brown, mam would say, “They’re too well done for me!”. As to chips, anything darker than light in colour were “too well done for me!”.
The United Airlines story: OP needed to quit after he got out of the hospital. No job is worth your health and no job is worth your sanity. The labor board needed to be involved, and a lawyer also needed to be involved.
The fact recently United BLARlines got in trouble for throwing a woman a flight for having a severe nut allergy because they were "contractually obliged to serve hot mixed nuts in first and business class.” This is the same flight company that brags about being committed to the safety of its customers, including customers with major food allergies on their sight. No wonder they treat their workers just as bad as their customers
That story would actually would frighten me as I’m not good flyer at the best of times and I don’t need to know how poorly some workers are paid or treated. I dunno, I’m fine with cars and whatnot, even I’m fine with boats- at least if I know where the life vests or lifeboats are and how to deploy them. I’m not too bad with helicopters or small planes, but the big airliners that go above the clouds? I’m not a fan of those. Just knowing that I’m in what amounts to a pressured tin can in the sky and I can’t breathe or survive if something goes wrong just… fills me with an unreasonable dread. It’s worse if I’m next to a window and can see ice crystals out there. On top of that it seems that I’m very sensitive to changes in pressure or flightpath deviation. If the pilot move the plane up, down or sideways I feel it in my head. The sensation is hard to describe. It feels like my head is coming up or down a rollercoaster but the rest of my body is stationary. No wind on the face or physical sensations except inside my head. It’s quite disorienting really. And if the pilot has to circle around an airport to await our turn to land then it’s really uncomfortable and disorienting. Once when I was about fifteen we went to the US to see my uncle get married and to use the second week for tourism. I totally terrified my family and flight crew because I fainted clean away while the plane circled an airport in/near San Francisco. I wake up on a gurney just outside the back of an ambulance on the side of a runway. Because it was my first time experiencing it my parents were freaked out too even though both me and my brother had once fainted at the doctor surgery in response to one of the the vaccines we had to have before going abroad. (We’re talking nearly 20 years before Covid.) But yeah the paramedics checked me over and confirmed that my stats had gone back to normal and unless I had further symptoms I didn’t need to go to hospital. My parents worked things out via our health/travel insurance and we were first to board the minibus to take us to the arrivals area. It was while everyone else was being unloaded off the plane and into the bus that my brother and Dad told me what had happened. I’d reported my head feeling bad and disoriented a few minutes before I fainted in my seat. My brother, two years younger than me quickly told Mum but the loud notes of near-panic in his voice alerted other passengers who got the attention of some of the flight attendants who did what first aid could be done and informed their leader/supervisor who alerted the pilots who then radioed air traffic control and our flight was given immediate permission to land, skipping the queue and getting the best place to land and park so an ambulance could reach the plane fast. The paramedics then boarded and put me on the gurney and got me out onto the tarmac. He thinks the bumping and rattling of the gurney probably woke me up. And that was that. At the time I had no idea of the absolute chaos, problems and delays my little fainting spell caused to the airport, staff, other passengers, planes and crews. And I probably still don’t fully appreciate it because I don’t fly often. Maybe six or seven times in almost 40 years. My passport expired at least four or five years ago and I haven’t renewed it. I’ve also never worked at an airport. But yeah never liked flying though I wouldn’t say I’m a panicky flyer. I just really don’t like it. But I would fly if I did get a passport and wanted to visit another country. Flying would just be unpleasant.
@@mikoto7693that is super rough. I find that I have more trouble adjusting on the descent over the incline but I’m usually fine when I’m flying. I did come really close to passing out once though. I hadn’t gotten much sleep (2 hours) and I hadn’t eaten anything before going to the airport. When we finally started going down to land I was feeling awful (flushed and nauseous) but as soon as the wheels hit the tarmac heat just shot up my spine and I had to lean over and take deep breaths. My friend who was sitting directly behind me actually thought I had passed out for a moment.
The last story is just like my dad. Life was always interesting around him. He would give you exactly what you asked for. For example, he would be serving our plates up and ask us how much we would like. If we said just a little bit, we would literally get 1 pea and a scoop of mashed potatoes maybe the size of a dime. He would obviously get us more food after we whined and everyone laughed. But it often lightened up everyone's mood after a bad day. I now do the same thing to my kid's.
Honestly, he sounds like a great dad in that context and I wish my mom had been more like him on that. Instead she is still the kind of mom who actively ignores my no-go preferences and tries to insist that a "taste serving" is a full dinner plate, and that I can't know I don't like something until I've tasted it... At the same time, she used to always ask me for help with putting the final touch to the gravy/sauces as I was so good at knowing exactly what to add to make it perfect... Often litterally just a few grains(wt) of salt or sugar or spices like black or white pepper, powdered nutmeg or herbs... But when it comes to specific dishes or vegetables I have always refused... or coffee then I just need to grow up and become an adult. I'm 37yo btw...
This reminds me of the Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle story where the kid won't eat dinner, so she tells the parents to give them smaller and smaller plates for every meal until they ask for more. Or something like that ... The summary sounds kinda messed up now that I think about it.
Story 1: I like to imagine that this guy walks into the most expensive restaurant in the City and then afterwards he only ever goes to budget restaurants
😂😂 Can you just imagine him walking to her table and putting a perfectly plated lump of bbq charcoal on it in front of her?!😂😂😂 I prefer well done. My ExH cooked mine perfect too! A Chef worth that knife and fry pan can make them yummy lol I’m super picky lol
Had a couple in years ago, when I worked part time in pub. Ordered chicken (or it might have been steak) pies. I am not a chef, but I can put a pie in a combi microwave/fan oven for the specified time, and fry chips. So that is what I did. They sent them back ‘the pastry lids were not properly cooked.’ - raw. (they were not.) Now I do not know about you, but for me short-crust pie lids are not actually intended to be eaten, they are a lid to keep the pie filling from drying out as it is cooked. Like the lids on coke bottles - not part of the food, part of the packaging. So put them back in the oven, and gave them a second cook. Send them back out, and still ‘not properly cooked.’ So I asked the waitress to ask the customers what they wanted, ‘’Can you just put them under the grill for a bit?’ So I did. Send out for the 3rd time, and they sent them back again ‘burned.’ So I rapped them in kling film, froze them, and had the customers given a full refund. No, you are not getting ‘free food.’ The area manager arrived a couple of days later, as the couple had written a complaint letter. I showed him the pies, and in front of him showed that it took about 50 minutes to fully cook a short-crust pasty lid, as suppled, by which time it could be used to hammer in nails. I then mentioned that that couple always complained, and the previous manger always gave in, and let them have the meal on the house, to avoid complaint letters to head-offence.
I feel that last story. My son is the same way and would have given me the same response. "But you told me to keep digging until you got back." Oh my goodness.
"A Wild Karen appeared!" "Bidoof go!" "WIld karen used weak attack!" "Its not very effective..." "Bidoof used get the manger!" "Its Super effective" "The WIld karen fainted!"
I always tip 20% for good service. 25% if they're good natured and throw in a good zinger or quick chat line while still keeping onto of things. I don't discount for food quality because they don't cook it. The chefs do.
In the past, I went to places that offered a free meal on Veterans Day. Not because the meal was free, but to meet other Veterans. I tipped 20% on what the meal would have cost, anyway. US Army, '72 to '78, 26T20.
@@michaelterrell I salute you then. Both my grandfathers served in ww2 and were that at Normandy. Not during the initial landings, but part of the support crews that followed. Regardless though, I commend anyone that serves and don't fall in with anyone who just outright slanderizes the military based on shitty us foreign policies. Kinda like that scen in the movie glory when Robert had to choke on his pride to give the order to fire the town. Sometimes you just gotta eat shit and do as you're told. You might not like it, but it is what it is until you or someone else cleans house later.
It's sad that so many people do tend to rate the server on food quality or appearance. I also think that chefs/cooks need to focus more on the food itself than on the garnishes and appearance. Often, it just shows that the food is crap, and they are trying to cover up that fact by gilding the rose.
@@jacklow9611 Yeah. In fact, one of my favorites is a hole in the wall place looking like a five from the 80's and 90's that does awesome chicken but doesn't cover it up.
@@thehowlinggamer5784 Thank you. I had one Karen yell that, "Veterans are nothing special!" in the parking lot of a Golden Corral on Veterans Day. I dressed her down in front of about 150 people who were whistling, cheering me on and clapping as she turned bright red. I didn't use foul language, just told her the facts of life. 😁
Many years ago I worked for a messenger company. Very small office, only three of us. The boss was also the dispatcher; I did the financial data entry and record keeping. One day, when the boss and I were the only ones there, he said, "I have to go to the can. Keep an eye on the radio." I agreed, but I was grinning inside. When he got back, he found me at his desk with my face planted on the device. "What are you doing?" he asked. "You told me to keep an eye on the radio..." I replied. He cracked up. He was a great boss.
Relying on tips is such a bizarre concept for me. In Australia, wages are decent (if not great) and you don't need to rely on the NUMBER of customers served to get money.
The last story reminded me of when my dad asked me to dump the water out of a bucket. I was having trouble tossing the water out so my dad said "just throw it" so I threw the whole bucket... he just shook his head and walked away..
The last story made me laugh so hard I started choking on nothing, when the dad asks, “Why?” That was an all too familiar question for me from countless similar situations when I was growing up. Fluff’s delivery was dead on!! 🤣🤣🤣
Agreed. That story was awesome. I feel kinda bad that everyone had JUST gone to bed when I watched it, and here I am busting a gut laughing at these guys. And yeah, my dad and stepdad were both the same way. We (my siblings and I) learned to be very careful how we worded requests. We also learned to be insufferable smartasses. And... so did my kids. God save us all.
I see how the burnt spicy pizza can work for some people. My father ALWAYS burns his bread when he toasts it, it's the only way he likes it, burnt to the point that it's more charcoal than bread. Likewise with the peppers, one day the mother of the girl I was dating offered me to try one bite of her spicy rice, and I was dying for 10 minutes while she was scarfing it down like it's absolutely nothing. Some people just have totally different tastes.
@@monad_tcp even monkeys do, it binds with toxins in the stomach and helps you pass them through without your body absorbing them. LOL. I read that only burnt meat is dangerous, actually cancerous, but vegetable is mostly fine... Still a weird habit to eat burnt food instead of a perfectly prepared one.
She sound like my mom. My mom also loved spicy very much that we often joked that her food isn´t "[food name] seasoned with chili, but chili seasoned with [food name]". She was sad when chili price went up because she couldn´t get enough to her satisfication. Chili was usually cheap that restaurant offered chili paste as free condiment like salt or pepper and when the chili price went up, my mom felt bad for the restaurant if she demolished the entire jar of chili instead of just using one or two tablespoon like normal peoples.
@@Leongon that's actually not correct. Charring your food is always dangerous, no matter what it is made of. If you're eating coal, like literal charcoal (for example for medical purposes) then it's charred deliberately in a special furnace that will burn it without oxygen and remove all the impurities in it, like nitrogen or sulfur to leave only the porous carbon particles. And those will not bind the toxins in your intestines, it will bind anything that adsorbs to surfaces, toxic stuff but also amino acids, fatty acids, pigments, vitamins and mineral ions. Now, if you've been poisoned, you don't care what it removes, as long as it removes the toxin, but people quite literally scarred themselves for life because they wanted to "detox" (which is completely garbage at the best of times) with charcoal and destroyed their organ function by withdrawal of needed compounds over extended periods of time. So, once is good, multiple times is very bad. Also, it doesn't whiten teeth, that's just a marketing lie. But back to food: if you burn food, it's still mostly water, for example meat or vegetables or grain. That means that the small molecules in it (amino acids, fatty acids, vitamins, NADP, sugars, etc.) are reacting in an oxgen-rich, aqueous solution. And there they're forming hundreds of different cyclic aromats, some of which give your cooked food extra flavour (like crisp meat or roasted coffee), but most of which are toxic and cause DNA damage. Plants aren't as bad as meat, because they're mostly long-chain carbohydrates which is difficult to break down, but they still contain a lot of stuff that can produce cancerous compounds. Same with fungi. Same with everything you can eat. So yeah, don't charr your food, no matter what it is. Cook it well, but if you roast it, burn it as little as possible and as short as possible or the flavour will come with health risks attached.
That story about the guys at the bar reminds me of this time me and my friends went to Olive Garden for lunch and at the end when we decided to get desserts to share, our waitress told us that our dessert would be free because apparently we had been the most polite customers that day. Of course me and my friends couldn't accept being rewarded for being decent humans and we actually ended up paying with card and then pooling our cash to give the waitress an approximately 110% tip
My mom was one of those people who always ordered her steaks extra well done -- in fact she would tell them to just burn it (or sometimes she would tell them to just cremate it, LOL!). There was one chef, though, at a fancy restaurant who absolutely REFUSED to cook it that way and I don't blame him one bit. She had ordered Filet Mignon and he (rightly) said he couldn't bear to ruin such a beautiful cut of steak like that. So she ordered one of the cheaper cuts they had and he cremated that one for her and she was happy.
I am that person lol. I usually ask for it to be well done and charred. I made the mistake of ordering a filet mignon one time and it still had plenty of pink and they said they couldn't cook it anymore for me. Anything pink in steak just turns my stomach so I ended up just eating the sides that night and I stick with a new york strip most places now lol
$.60 make them work in a restaurant as a waiter let them see how they suffer from customers like them, OP is wonderful. I love how you change the tip to a bigger one the boy needs to learn a lesson or two about tipping treating people respectfully
If someone ordered "the most expensive thing on the menu" while in my company, I'd up and leave. I'm not impressed by money. If, after browsing the menu and *deciding* on the most expensive option because it was to their taste, I'd stay. You can't buy class.
Story 4: I would sue that boss and United Airlines if I was treated like that. No job is worth sacrificing my body over. That boss said that they still had to work despite their injuries and a note from the doctor? He didn't care about company policy? He was promoted on top of that? Yeah, I don't think so. It sounds like corruption to me.
In the case of Jim. I wouldn't be surprised if all that incompetence and trouble is pretty much waiting on him the very moment he fucks up critically! Yeah you still working as a manager and yeah he got a promotion. But you know what they say the impact is the biggest the higher you fall! And in Jim's case well the platform he's on top of is very thin and very fragile. He may be getting high enough to say top-of-the-world mom! But as I said it gets more wobbly and wobbly
Story 3: The cook doesn't get the tips...only the wait staff...in this case the waitress...gets the tip. Story 4: When HR, union rep & GM calls OP to come back he could have said: Why? After how unprofessionally...and illegally...Jim treated me? Let's see what a judge thinks about it. Story 6: An electrifying story!
Story 3: Some restaurants require the waitstaff to put all their tips into a pool, then split them among the entire staff at the end of the night. Pros: Unseen workers, such as cooks, get tipped too. Pay is a bit more regular. Cons: Shoddy employees get tipped the same as the good ones, so there's zero incentive to excel (which means the customers suffer). Management gets even more into the mindset of "that's part of your paycheck". When I was a delivery driver, a common practice (recommended and allowed by management!) was to report $1 cash tips at the end of each night. Can't do anything about the card add-ons, but cash is harder to trace. They figured we earned it fair and square for excellent customer service (not everyone tips for pizza, and some are cheap about it when they do), so we should be allowed to keep it. Story 4: Unfortunately, many manual laborers are unaware they have backing should they choose to stand up for themselves. Or the process is so convoluted and frustrating that most just don't bother (which is what happened to the guy with the shoulder in the story, according to OP who posted here in the comments!). Think back on your previous employment. There were probably good ones who took care of you, and bad ones who... well, they're like Jim. That's true for me, anyway. And the bad ones NEVER give you the information you need to call them on their... mistreatment (💩). So if you don't already know how to effectively navigate the system, you're out of luck.
United Blairlines story: I understand why the coworker attempted to do what he did, he was afraid of losing his job. But sometimes you just have to say no, refuse to do it, document what they are trying to force you to do and get OSHA, labor dept, tv news dept, politicians and whatever to make THEIR lives miserable instead. The job is just not worth ruining your own health and well-being over. And if you do wind up getting injured, there goes that paycheck anyways in many cases.
I quit a job after four years when they told me they were shutting down our in house repair shop, and that I wold be transferred to their field service group where I would have to climb power or telephoner poles. I had problems with my legs, and I couldn't climb. The y went from the highest rated cable TV company in SW Ohio, to the bottom of the list after that.
My brother has worked at all 3 of the big fast food pizza chains(in america), he has a similar story where he had a order for a jalapeno pizza with extra jalapeno's. After the guy made his order he reminded my brother 3 times that he wants the pizza loaded with jalapeno's, so my brother puts 3x the amount of jalapeno's they normally put on a pizza on it. Guy comes back to the store with the pizza upset, he wanted more jalapeno's on it, my brother was friends with the manager there so they both decided fuck it, guy wants a jalapeno pizza? we'll give him one! They proceed to make a pizza where they put a slice of jalapeno on every bare surface of cheese, the entire top of the pizza is green. They take it out to the guy he opens the box and says finally this is what i wanted, thank you! He leaves and they never hear from him again. Guy just really liked his jalapeno's.
1:16. While funny, it’s ridiculous that the OP kept saying “but sir, it’s very expensive” over and over instead of saying “yes, sir, the most expensive thing on the menu is X, and costs over £2k”. 🙄
I ate at a restaurant in the Napa Valley and actually received a fantastic well-done steak. No pink at all, still juicy, and a nice crust across the entire outside. It was hands down the best steak I've ever had. Granted, most other restaurants, the well-done steak is dry and kind of flavorless, so I totally get that it's much harder to prepare. The chef at that one restaurant was amazing though - the steak was absolutely perfect and bursting with flavor. Bistro Don Giovanni if anyone is curious.
Story 3... I would have written out exactly what they want and how I prepared it, and gave it to them on a card for the waitress to put for the cooking directions. If that is how they like it, and they are happy with it, in this case, giving them what they want is likely for the best, as they could likely have charged more for it then too.
Story 3 makes me think of how potato chips where invented, I mean if extra well done fries can become a snack sensation maybe those guys where onto something lol.
I worked at a burger place (pizza story reminded me) where malicious compliance backfired on me lol. This man and his wife would start coming in every Sunday and he wanted extra (sliced) onions on his burger. He'd always send it back once. And then it started to become twice a visit. Then a third. This thing was becoming more onion than burger. Finally his order comes in and I'm annoyed cuz he's going to inevitably hold up lunch again. So I cut the ends of a full onion, sliced it, and put the whole thing on. Coworker told me the guy said it was perfect and he never complained again when I made his weird sandwich.
The first story, about the restaurant patron? I don’t buy it for a second. In the argument about ordering it, there is no way in hell the waiter didn’t state the price.
I never get why some people just can't keep from butting into other people's lives to scold them over something that's not any of their business. I've had it a few times, and it ranges from extremely creepy to very bizarre.
Karen probably thought that "medium rare" , "well done" etc. was a measurement of how charred it is on the outside, rather than how dehydrated it is on the inside.
I've worked in kitchens for many many years. I've learned that these complaints are nonsense, and some people just want to complain to try to get discounts. While I was a customer one time, I even watched one person put their own hair in their food and then call for a server. So as she complained I yelled that I watched her put her own hair in the food.
The hockey puck pizza story reminds me about the story about the guy that wanted very well backed potatoes slices. And kept complaining they weren't baked well enough and too thin. Ended up as the first potato chips :)
If it were Gordon Ramsey managing the restaurant and the head chef, I'm sure he will loose his marbles upon hearing those words from karen "Make it very well done".
This second story sounds like a Kitchen Nightmares episode where a customer complained the steak was not well done when it was, and Gordon was furious at that ridiculous complaint
Not only should that worker who tore his rotator cuff have gone to the labor board, he should have gone out on worker's comp and sued the airline for his injuries and punitive damages since they kept Jim on and promoted him. That showed a total lack of care for their workers and would have been blatant negligence.
Pizza story is similar to the one at... Subway?... where one guy wanted his sandwich spicy and was never happy, so The Opie loaded it up with so many peppers and hot sauce to give him a good multi-week rectum-burn, and the guy came back happy as a pig in shiite saying it was the best sandwich he ever had.
As a professional mathematician, I just have to say the OP in story 5 had his math equally as wrong as the other customers. 10% just moves the decimal one place to the left, so 10% of $6.34 would correspond to a $0.63 tip (rounding, of course) while 9% would be $0.57. I would personally argue these are both sufficiently close to $0.60 that the other customers had their math reasonably correct. I do want to emphasize that I agree with OP that 15% is more customary nowadays and I agree with his response of leaving a bigger tip, I just couldn’t leave something so blatantly wrong.
My wife used to order her steaks "well done" as well. It was awful. But that's how she wanted it and she actually liked it that way. Sometimes she put ketchup on it. Yes, I am still married to her, but now she has decided to eat vegan, so no more crappy steak orders. It's actually easier now because so many restaurants have vegan options for their customers that actually taste good. So good that sometimes I order them as well and I am definitely NOT vegan! Regarding story #3, the extra spicy, well done, pizza. DarkFluff said at the end that "at least (OP) got a nice tip." OP didn't get a tip. The waitstaff got the tip and it is unlikely they share their tips with the kitchen staff. I have never heard of that happening in any restaurant. Maybe I'm wrong, but it certainly seems unlikely to have happened that way.
For the first story, the waiter did a good job with the customer by letting him know that the meal was expensive before he ordered. Sometimes you just have to help clueless idiots out though. The secret is not making them look bad when you do. I would have said "Wow! You are the first person I have waited on to order a $3000.00 steak! Even if I could afford it, I don't know how my body would react to eating the 24 carat gold that they cover it in. I would be nervous about eating a sheet of metal covering my food even though I hear if is perfectly safe". That would give this guy an out not to pay that much money and a valid excuse of not feeling comfortable eating gold without making him look bad to his date. If I were his date, I would say "I am very flattered that you would spend that much money on me for a fabulous meal but that is a lot of money to eat something that could potentially make us sick to our stomach. Would it be OK with you not to eat something so exotic? I would rather have an enjoyable time with you than ruining our date if it made us sick after spending so much money. Also. Wonder how it would taste. I just keep thinking of accidentally eating a piece of foil wrapper on a candy bar when I was a kid".
Just look up "edible gold". It is a real thing and apparently, has no taste at all. So it's just a way of conspicuous consumption to demonstrate how rich you are.
12:41 Straw That Broke The Camel's Back. I am happy you chose our flight of r/Entitlement for your Comic Relief. You are always welcome, I hope you keep boarding with us!! :-)
Sadly, no matter how hard I've tried, IF my mum ever eats a steak, her instruction to the kitchen is this: "Please cook it until its well done, then take it off and cook it until its well done again" No matter what we have said admit flavour and texture (or the lack off), she will not eat a steak until it resembles shoe leather. When I was working at a pub (many years ago) she, by chance, came in on my lunch break, and saw what I was eating, I was having a surf and turf (it was my birthday lol) and then, as I was cutting my steak to take a bite, she literally grabbed my hand and stopped me. I asked what she was doing and she said my steak wasn't cooked properly. It was done to medium, so a bit of pink in the middle. When I told her that's how I ordered it, no word of a lie, she turned a subtle shade of green and literally ran off. I did go over and ask if she wanted to join me, but I got a very firm resounding "No!"😆😆😆 bless her😊😊😊
The story with the pizza. Some people love overcooked food. I love making eggs and cooking them and until they have an almost dark brown crisp, I cook sausage until it's practically dry for some ungodly reason, and I love a well done steak with no pink or red. I like a somewhat crispy pizza too but just get a thin crust and it solves that problem.
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Regarding Story 3, it reminds me of the spicy veggie pizza I had from a red-roof pizza joint just last week; my rectum was not amused, but I still enjoyed it!
The pizza story reminds me of the invention of potato chips. A customer kept sending back his French fries complaining they were too thick. The cook decided to go with malicious compliance and slice the potatoes EXTRA thin before frying, delighting the customer and shocking the cook. The rest is history.
I had a customer that really thought that a “well done” steak meant that it was somehow cooked better (not longer) than other steaks. Sort of like when your school teacher wrote Well Done on your school work and gave you a star or a sticker. I was speechless
Tip: as a area that the customer is expected to pay the waitstaff, my norm is 20% rounded up to the next full dollar. Up to 25 or 30 for good service. 15 for passively being angry or major mistakes. My worst was a 10 percent given to the hostess for dealing with such an incompetent person. My best was a 100 dollar kicker to a favorite waitress who treated me and my family great every visit and was the reason we visited weekly, leaving to go to college out of state.
I’m so tired of people in restaurants bitching about food and then getting what they ask for no stand up to them tell them no, Be careful what you wish for
Just want to emphasize something that was almost a throwaway in the last story- ALWAYS call before you dig. Even if you don't get killed you can easily do some major, and expensive, damage to something. Still everything worked out, and wholesome MC stories are often at least as satisfying as the other type and even dad had to laugh for years after.
So, in 1997-1998 I used to work at an airplane overhaul warehouse in Everett (not Boeing) the other place. We did maintenance on all sorts of airplanes. United is TERRIBLE when it comes to maintenance practices on their planes. They would only replace broken parts with brand new ones if ABSOLUTELY had to be done and could not be fixed or refurbished. So the story about their employee treatment did NOT surprise me at all.
From story 1: My wife and I were spending our honeymoon in New Orleans and decided to try Brennans restaurant. We've heard how exotic it was and wanted to try it out. The waiter warned us that the prices were really steep. We looked at the menu and then we called our waiter over and told him "You are right this is way higher than we were wanting to spend. We wanted to pay for our drinks but he just said "Don't worry about it and to have a great time in New Orleans". We felt embarrassed, but I swallowed my pride and was able to walk out confidently. As we were walking out I noticed my cousin and she asked me what I was doing. I told her and she walked us back in and we were able to get the same waiter and had a great meal on my cousin's tab. She is that rich. From story 3: I use to work at Chicken restaurant famous for their chicken being spicy. We had a customer ask for a spicy chicken sandwich. He ate it and asked if it was possible to make it hotter. I asked my manager permission to make it extra spicy. She said "This one time and one time only". I took the chicken opened up the packet and covered it. It was completely red. I love hot stuff too, so I made myself one as well. I then tell the cashiers who prepare the meal that I will take care of this one. They allow me and I serve it to the guy and take my own lunch break too. He says "This is the best sandwich I have ever had". I then said "Enjoy it because this is the one and only time they will serve it to you like this". It was super hot but very, very good.
As a person who works at a pizza place, i can confirm, people who want spicy, Really mean SPICY. Like you won't believe how spicy our spicyest pizzas are. Yet people want us to put more garlic, spice and Tabasco on it. Not to mention that yes, some actually ask us specifically to put it through the own twice
Thanks for all the great stories. I liked the pizza one best, but they were all entertaining. I'm still chuckling a bit over the mental image of a pizza that's been totally destroyed to meet the extreme demands of the customers, only to have them say that it's finally perfect--just the way they wanted it. I wonder if they would have liked the charcoal styled grilled cheese sandwiches I made for myself as a kid and teen. I wasn't very good at judging when each side was done, so I kept having to scrape off as much carbon as I could before eating my carbonized disasters. I wasn't about to waste the food by throwing it out, so I had to eat a lot of carbon back then. I don't think anyone told me not to waste the burnt sandwiches. I just naturally understood that wasting food wasn't a good thing to do. I knew that spoiled food was an exception, and had to be thrown out, to avoid getting sick. Thanks to a weird sense of smell there are some things that I can't smell, including spoiled food, gas, and skunk. I've had a number of bouts of food poisoning over 6 decades, a close call with a leaky gas furnace, one with a gas stove, and I was the only member of the family who could stand to be near the dog after he had 2 run-ins with skunks. Same dog both times. Not very bright, but friendly with people. Unfortunately, he liked to go after wild animals though. Sorry to go so far off topic. The last story was pretty funny. Glad they missed hitting the underground power lines.
Sounds to me that the pizza customers were less Karens, and more knew what they wanted, and were happy when they got it. Certainly difficult customers, but I don't think they necessarily intended to be.
She probably thought a well done steak was just a steak steak that was cooked well. In her mind she probably thought “Well has more positive connotations then Medium, so Well done.”
I’m wondering if the Karen asking for the steak to be well done misunderstood what that means… maybe she THINKS it means ‘cooked the best it can be’ vs. ‘cooked so long there is no more pink in the middle’. Because the second one guarantees a dry presentation, and you’d think if she’d ever ordered steak in a restaurant before , she would know that.
If we get good service we always tip 20 - 25%, now if we get poor service we never tip, this is regardless of the food quality as that is not in the server's control! I do have to add at our regular eateries we always get excellent food and service! At the others we give them 3 chances and usually never return! We also leave both raving (good) and ranting (bad) Google reviews (on top of in person praise / complaints at the time)!
