Man its been along time since I've vented on here. I'm sorry that I've been unable to write but last years bad luck ended at Christmas when I got the flu shot and shortly after that I lost the use of my right arm and as luck would have it I'm right handed. So if anyone were to go and get the flu shot, you would have to sign a waver. On the waver it gives you some stats like 1 in 5000000 people something bad happens, well I'm that 1 in 5000000. But enough whining, I would like to take this moment and thank Farreaka Jones. Girl if it weren't for you I'd still not be bloggin.
A couple of days ago, on my day off, a table of five came into the restaurant. They got seated in a timely manner and the server was quick to get busy with this table. She got their order and put it into the kitchen. It was a simple order with just a couple of modifications. they ordered four orders of chicken wing, all fried hard, all tossed in mild sauce and one of the orders to be all flats, along with one order of chicken tenders fried hard. When the food was delivered to the table that was when the fun began. First the fat lady at the end of the table bellowed that she wasn't paying 8.99 for five chicken tenders for her kid. She wanted corporates number, Really! Then she claimed the the wings weren't cooked enough. The new manager had all there food recooked and ended up buying their meal for fear of "The Corporate Complaint".The ate and left smiling at their success for working the system.
A couple days go by and now its my shift. The phone rings and the bartender picks it up, She answers politely and with in seconds she puts the phone on hold and said that she isn't going to deal with this lady yelling at her to take her order and that she keeps cursing for no reason. I said to the bartender, "please don't be dramatic, simply tell me what she said" The bartender said "just pick up the phone if you think I'm being dramatic!" So I did. "Hello, how can I help you". "You can help me by taking my fuckin order, you owe me a set of wings for free and Id like to order three more with chicken tenders all fried hard and the wing tossed in mild sauce and one order needs to be all flats." OK I can do that but I need to ask you who told you that we would give you an order of wings?" " Some lady" "she didn't tell you her name?" "I DON'T REMEMBER HER FUCKIN NAME!" I held the phone a good six inches from my ear as she continued to yell at me for no reason. I asked her to tone it down and that just made it worse. I then said, can you tell me what happened that you are now wanting that free order? In a threatening tone she said that she wouldn't answer anymore questions and that she will just pay for the whole order but she wants corporates number," my name is Farreaka Jones and I will be there in 15 minutes." I guess ole Farreaka thinks I'm scared at this point and will buckle. Farreaka pulled into the lot in her new BMW, climbs her fat ass out, making her young teenage son come in to watch her work her magic. The pick up was uneventfully I charged her full and gave her corporates number, I made her inspect the food before she left. It was fun to watch her try to open each box with those long fake nails. Then off she went. Now I just have to wait till the complaint comes in, then I will do my report about Farreaka Jones and how I think she should be barred forever!
After I got home and poured myself a healthy shot of a single malt scotch, I thought how I could totally relate to the final pleasure of a suicide bomber knowing that their final moment on earth would take out a group of people that they hate. If I were one, I would have to hug Farreaka at that last moment.
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