Thread by @savethedwarves, Wait okay do I have a retail horror story for y’all!! This [...]

Wait okay do I have a retail horror story for y’all!!

This was about a year ago. I was working as a waitress at this Mediterranean restaurant. We all got along great truthfully, everyone was really cool. The staff was mostly Turkish/Arab immigrants which was cool bc they taught me Arabic while I taught them Spanish.

This has nothing to do with the story, it was just a really cool place and I wanted to mention it. Okay so it was one day where it was pretty slow, it was a school day and it was raining. I was kind of expecting there to be no costumers at all bc SA rain can get pretty bad.

But regardless, this one lady did come in, in her full Karen glory. Everything was fine at first, sat her down, she had this southern hospitality about her, seemingly very polite. Until she started referring to me as “muchacha”. I let that slide bc she was literally not the first

-nor the last person coming in trying to butcher their way through their 9th grade Spanish vocabulary. I came back with their appetizers and asked what they wanted to eat. I kid you not, she sat me there for 20 minutes trying to explain to her the difference between the white

rice and saffron rice.
“And what makes it yellow?”
“Ah, that would be the saffron, ma’am.”
It was basically for almost half an hour but I wasn’t really bothered bc there was nobody else there and I literally had nothing else to do, so we pestered on. She ended up not getting

the plate with the saffron rice bc she didn’t know if she would like it so I brought her her meatballs over some steamed eggplant. And this is where it started going south. The meat takes about 45 minutes to cook because everything is made to order (of which she was informed)

So after a couple of huffs and complaints I finally get her her plate and she stares at me confused.

“this isn’t what I ordered.”

“so you didn’t order the meatballs?”

“Well yes but this isn’t what was described.”

“I’m very sorry for that ma’am, is there anything I can-

-replace for you?”

And she said. “No it’s fine. I’ll just eat this.”

So I thought that was that and I went out to take my smoke break bc honestly fuck this??? But it was still raining so I had to smoke in the shed.

I come back in to Chef being very angry. I asked what was

wrong and he said something along the lines of “the lady is being a pain in the ass” and in my head I was like yeah lmao ik, and he said she wanted more eggplant to which I was confused?? (Chef was too bc he kept grumbling about too much eggplant

) But nonetheless I gave it

to her. And it went a little something like this:

“What is this?”

“I believe it’s the side of eggplant you ordered? I’m sorry did I misunderstanding?”

Keep in mind it was steamed* eggplant and it looked a little something like this

At which point her face went white and I realized what happened. I had gotten in all this trouble for “being rude and not knowing what I was serving” because SHE DIDNT KNOW WHAT EGGPLANT LOOKED LIKE. Lmao she apologized and said she was expecting it to be purple.

This wasn’t by any extent the worst customer I’ve had but it was the most memorable and probably the funniest. The Chef and I got into quite a couple laughing fits when we realized what happened, after she had left ofc. No Karen’s feelings were hurt in the making of this thread

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