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blackbeltninja
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I was a waiter in undergrad at a local Italian chain here in .za
I had a granny-mother-daughter team who came in, the lot of them miserable, and managed to somehow get their order wrong, although I didn't. Granny mid 60s, her daughter late 30s and the little girl probably about 5.
Granny: I'll take the nickosee.
Me (new, only been there a week or so): Pardon?
Granny: The nicosee. Salad. (points to it on menu).
Me: Oh, the nicoise (French, pronounced "nee-swahz," essentially, as in from the city of Nice).
Granny (vehement): No it's nickosee.
(Beat)
Me: Okay, the nicosee it is.
It's a salad with asparagus, tuna and hard boiled egg playing critical roles in it, as I recall. It was a new item on our menu and there was a pretty photo of it on the thing al on with a few other items. I take the order, bring all the food a few minutes later. All hell breaks loose.
Granny: What the hell is this? I didn't order this!
Me: Let me go and check in the kitchen.
Check the order, check the salad and of course it is indeed the nicoise, which I tell her.
Granny: I didn't order that! I ordered the warmed thai-style chicken with pineapple salad!
Me: No, you ordered the nickosee, and this is it.
Granny: I did not order it.
Me: You did. You pointed the picture out to me on the menu.
Granny: Well I'm not having that. Take it away.
The manager sorted it all out eventually and told me not to worry about it. She said that during our promotion that kids under 12 eat free with a paying adult which ran six months previously, Granny had insisted that her daughter and grandaughter were both her daughters, and both under 12 and refused to pay her bill.
Spiteful old bitch.
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I had a granny-mother-daughter team who came in, the lot of them miserable, and managed to somehow get their order wrong, although I didn't. Granny mid 60s, her daughter late 30s and the little girl probably about 5.
Granny: I'll take the nickosee.
Me (new, only been there a week or so): Pardon?
Granny: The nicosee. Salad. (points to it on menu).
Me: Oh, the nicoise (French, pronounced "nee-swahz," essentially, as in from the city of Nice).
Granny (vehement): No it's nickosee.
(Beat)
Me: Okay, the nicosee it is.
It's a salad with asparagus, tuna and hard boiled egg playing critical roles in it, as I recall. It was a new item on our menu and there was a pretty photo of it on the thing al on with a few other items. I take the order, bring all the food a few minutes later. All hell breaks loose.
Granny: What the hell is this? I didn't order this!
Me: Let me go and check in the kitchen.
Check the order, check the salad and of course it is indeed the nicoise, which I tell her.
Granny: I didn't order that! I ordered the warmed thai-style chicken with pineapple salad!
Me: No, you ordered the nickosee, and this is it.
Granny: I did not order it.
Me: You did. You pointed the picture out to me on the menu.
Granny: Well I'm not having that. Take it away.
The manager sorted it all out eventually and told me not to worry about it. She said that during our promotion that kids under 12 eat free with a paying adult which ran six months previously, Granny had insisted that her daughter and grandaughter were both her daughters, and both under 12 and refused to pay her bill.
Spiteful old bitch.
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