One of our less offensive FNGs, Cathy, came up to me tonight looking confused. “Do we have cheesecake bites two for $1.50?”
I frowned. “No, they're a dollar each.”
“That's what I thought, but this guy says we do. I told him no.”
I shook my head. “No, if one is a dollar then two is two dollars. He's a liar.”
She agreed with me and went about her business. The guy did order one, and they are small even for a dollar – I could fit the whole thing in my mouth at once. Wow, that didn't sound very good, did it? A few minutes later she came and told me that he was still bitching about it, that he'd been there for lunch and he could show her the receipt.
“I told him I could get the manager,” she said, “but he just kept saying he had his receipt and he could show me.” We agreed that probably meant he was just trying to bully her into it; she didn't do it. If we did it, there'd be a “2 cheesecake bite” button that rang up for $1.50. Of course it's possible that some jackass working the lunch shift did it for him, but it's more likely that he was just a liar. I'm not sure if Cathy ever got the manager or not, but when the table left she came into the kitchen disgusted.
“That guy just handed me a dollar and said “just so you know, the customer is always right.””
In unison, we said “FUCK THAT.”