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diet soda primitive pans Omaha Steaks; a stretchy
djones520:
--- Quote from: RobJohnson on June 18, 2008, 11:40:53 PM ---The deal is with Omaha, you can cook the meat, eat it, then call and say you were not happy, and they will give you a full refund, no questions asked, and you do not have to return unsed portions...so if someone orders $300 in meat...eats it for a month, then calls and says it sucks....they get the $300 back...
Of course, Omaha would have to keep the reins tight on this type of policy.
I have worked places before where I have invited guests to never come back.
I have seen customers in several industries try and run a scam.....
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When I worked at Taco Bell we had a couple like that. Everytime they'd come in, they'd order their food. Then they'd sit down, eat half of it, then come back up and insist it was made incorrectly, and they wanted a new one. After seeing this happen a couple of times, I personally would double check their orders, and then personally make their food, ensuring it was exactly how they ordered it. They would still come up and pull that shit. I got into a lot of arguments with the manager about these people because it got the point that I refused to serve them, since they ripped us off atleast once a week. Everytime though the manager would give in and replace their order.
People who pull that shit are pretty sad in my opinion.
Carl:
Frank if there is one other trait that the primitives have besides that they lie all the time is that they complain all the time...about everything.
It is the essence of their being...the need to be constantly miserable.
JohnnyReb:
--- Quote from: djones520 on June 18, 2008, 11:48:01 PM ---
--- Quote from: RobJohnson on June 18, 2008, 11:40:53 PM ---The deal is with Omaha, you can cook the meat, eat it, then call and say you were not happy, and they will give you a full refund, no questions asked, and you do not have to return unsed portions...so if someone orders $300 in meat...eats it for a month, then calls and says it sucks....they get the $300 back...
Of course, Omaha would have to keep the reins tight on this type of policy.
I have worked places before where I have invited guests to never come back.
I have seen customers in several industries try and run a scam.....
--- End quote ---
When I worked at Taco Bell we had a couple like that. Everytime they'd come in, they'd order their food. Then they'd sit down, eat half of it, then come back up and insist it was made incorrectly, and they wanted a new one. After seeing this happen a couple of times, I personally would double check their orders, and then personally make their food, ensuring it was exactly how they ordered it. They would still come up and pull that shit. I got into a lot of arguments with the manager about these people because it got the point that I refused to serve them, since they ripped us off atleast once a week. Everytime though the manager would give in and replace their order.
People who pull that shit are pretty sad in my opinion.
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This reminds me of a SCUBA diving trip I took with "Big Boy" back in '85. I was 39 yrs. old and been parted from X-wife for about 6 months. I was 6'4" and 180 lbs at the time. Big Boy was a 21 yr. old college student that worked for me part time. He was a huge country boy with a full beard and longish hair, country thru and thru. He was 6'8", 280 lbs of all muscle but harmless as he could be. The other fellows that worked for me said he was just a big old fuzzy teddy bear. ....and funny as hell. He kept everybody laughing all the time.
Well, Big Boy and I went down to the Crystal River, Florida area to do some SCUBA diving for a few days, see the manatee's etc. with plans to go on down to the Keys later for a few more days of diving. We get down there and go dive the first day and don't eat much. Next day we dive, eat lite and that night we're hungry, Big Boy especially. We got dressed and went to a nice place. Two yankee couples cut in front of us at the door but Big Boy holds the door for the ladies like the southern gentleman he is. We got seated right next to the 2 yankee couples. All during the meal this little runt of a yankee was fussing loudly, very loudly, about his food not being done right, his steak was not done, now it was burnt, the potato was raw, the tea was not sweet enough, the tea was too sweet, the service was bad, just on and on. Big Boy, almost growling, said to me, "I just hate a yankee. The sound of their voice just grates my nerves." Our meal wasn't very enjoyable, the food and service was just fine, it's the little runt yankee that ruined it all for us.
We got up to go pay the cashier and the damn little runt yankee cuts in front of us again. Big Boy didn't say a thing, just looked at me with "that" look in his eyes. The little runt yankee started to complain about his food, gave the cashier hell, demanded to see the manager. Manager came out and we heard his loud compaints all over again. Manager told the little runt yankee, "Well sir, if the food and service was that bad you won't have to pay. We're sorry. Please let us make it up to you. Come back again for a free meal sometime." and scribbles something on a business card.
I was behind Big Boy at the register and I could see the back of Big Boy's neck had gotten extremely red. Big Boy couldn't keep quiet any longer, he spoke up rather loudly, "If the food was so bad, why did he clean his plate? I couldn't enjoy my meal for that loud mouth son of a bitch complaining. If you let him out of here without paying, I'm going to whup your ass and his too." My heart skipped a couple of beats and all I could think was, "OH SHIT! We're going to have to fight all the damn yankees in here and there ain't no way we can whip them all." The little runt yankee turned around, looked up at this huge country bunkin staring down on him with the evil eye and he all of a sudden decided to pay up. His buddy even threw a $20 bill on the counter for the waitresses.
After the little runt yankee left the manager wouldn't let us pay our bill. He and the waitresses had had trouble with that guy before. They didn't seem to be able to thank Big Boy enough. They asked us how long we were down for and after we told them about 2 more days, they insisted that we come eat with them every night, no charge. We got the best table in the house and the best service you could ask for. It was a far cry from the jailhouse bologna sandwiches with a few teeth missing that I thought we'd be getting after Big Boy spoke up. :-) :-) :-)
franksolich:
Damn, you're good, Johnny.
Rebel:
No cops, no bushes, no conversions. 0 Bongs. :lmao:
Just kiddin' wicha man. :-)
I've actually dived the Crystal River. Ginnie Springs was awesome. :cheersmate:
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