(It was an hour before closing, and all of us were very tired–the manager included.)
Me: “Hi, how may I help you?”
Customer: “What does the chicken sandwich look like?” *points at a picture of it*
Me: “It looks just like the one in the picture, ma’am.”
Customer: “Are you sure? How long have you been working here?”
Me: “Yes ma’am, I’m sure. I’ve been working here over a year.”
Customer: “Well, um… I guess I’ll get that one.”
(I take her money and give her the chicken sandwich.)
Customer: “This is not what it looks like!”
Me: “I’m sorry?”
Customer: “Get me your manager, d*** it!”
Manager: “Yes, ma’am?”
Customer: “This chicken sandwich is not like in the picture!”
Manager: “Yes, you’re right. The one the picture is over a foot wide and fake.”
Customer: “I will not stand for this!”
Manager: “Either will I. Leave my employees alone!”
Customer: *starts screaming*
Manager: “You have a happy go lucky day now, ma’am!”