Here's a delightful little tale of a customer from hell by a friend of mine who works at Burger King and has given me permission to repost the story here (The names of those involved have been changed to protect the innocent):
[HIDE]Anyways, tonight for closing staff, people left constantly for various reasons, so it was "Rachael" and her good manager, "Sarah". Rachael modeled her work ethic and hustle after Sarah, because she is just amazing at her job and Rachael's idol.
So Rachael and Sarah were going through the beginnings of our closing chores, and a car comes up. And another. And another and another. Tons of food in every order. At least a dozen and a half cars ALL AT ONCE. Sarah and Rachael have lost their minds, Rachael's shaking, Sarah's shouting obscenities, and then...THE CAR.
"Hi, can I get a Steakhouse Loaded meal?"
Sarah shouts from the kitchen, "We don't have the potatoes for that anymore!"
"Sorry sir, we don't have the potatoes for that anymore. Would you like a regular Steakhouse meal instead, or even a Mushroom Swiss Steakhouse meal?"
...the incoming cruise control capslock is *not* exaggerated.
"WHAT THE **** DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T HAVE THE POTATOES FOR IT? IT'S A NEW FUCKING BURGER! [Side note: not, it's not.] I JUST DROVE HERE FROM CAMPBELL AVE. BECAUSE THEY SAID THEY DIDN'T HAVE THE STEAKS AND NOW YOU DON'T HAVE THE LOADED BURGER? WHAT THE **** IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS? LEARN HOW TO DO YOUR FUCKING JOB!"
Sarah from the kitchen: "Tell him that nobody orders it anymore!"
"Sir, we don't have the supplies because it's not ordered anymore. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but I'd be more than happy to give you just a regular Steakhouse burger in lieu of a Loaded."
A car pulls up to the window, letting them know that they missed an order of king sized fries. Rachael tells him to wait while the guy's still cruise controlling in her right ear. She's turned the volume down, but cruise control is not a force to be controlled.
"I DON'T WANT A FUCKING REGULAR STEAKHOUSE, DIPSHIT! YOU PEOPLE BETTER FUCKING LEARN TO DO YOUR JOB AND GET YOUR FUCKING FOOD IN ORDER! I WANT THE NUMBER OF THIS BUILDING!"
Sarah shouts the phone number of the building to Rachael, and she dutifully repeats it, then goes back to asking the guy at the window what size fries he's missing. It's a king size, so she walks over to the fry station and begin getting a king order of fries for the guy while the cruise control guy chews up both drive-thru timer time and her eardrum.
"NO DIPSHIT, I WANT YOUR BUILDING'S NUMBER, NOT THE FUCKING PHONE NUMBER!"
"Sarah, he wants our vendor num-"
Sarah's already stomping over towards her as she set the fries down at the expediting station. She begins taking Rachael's headset off, and she gives her a serious look. "Tell [the guy at the window] to wait, and close the window."
OH HELL. She quickly and timidly complies. She's terrified because Sarah's gonna kill this guy with words.
She straps herself up in the drive thru gear and turns away from Rachael and the window.
"Listen, the burger is discontinued here because people don't buy it anymore! You need to stop harassing my employee because you're mad about the fact that we don't have your burger; she's just trying to help you out! Now, I have about a half dozen orders to fill, and there's two more cars behind you that my employee's gotta get to, so either make an order or leave!"
He left.
And now Sarah is like, even more of Rachael's idol.[/HIDE]