Really messed up at work this time gang. 2 dudes come into the bar about 20 before close to eat
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. Guys asks me to describe the chicken sandwich....ummm okay. It’s grilled chicken between a bun with lettuce tomato and onion(you know exactly what the menu says if he bothered to read it).
He says what else? I said have you had a chicken sandwich before? He replies yes and I say that’s it man, it’s just a chicken sandwich. They order eat and bolt leaving a 15 cent tip (which is fine with me I’m just ready to leave).
Well apparently that guy slept on it and woke up the next day deciding he needed something down about my terrible chicken sandwich description. Talks to the GM for 10 MINUTES about this chicken sandwich and how I suck at describing it. GM apologizes and hopes he comes back.
GM comes and asks me about it, I confirm all details and we have a chuckle about the absurdity of the whole thing. The best part was the guy made sure to let the GM that he is in fact THE BASSIST FOR BLUE OYSTER CULT!!!!! Before you fall down reading that and how crazy it is that I slang beer for rock and roll royalty, he was in fact that guy because they were playing in town the following day.
Just found it hilarious that someone could be so mad about a chicken sandwich description to take ten minutes out of their day to call back.
Also, that he made sure to drop Blue Oyster Cult like anyone gives half a touch about those guys at this point.
Also, that people think that calling the restaurant the next day does anything. You’re not actually getting anyone in trouble, ever, at least not a long tenured good quality employee. We’re going to apologize, have a sit down with said employee yada yada when in reality we’re making fun of you caring that much about a $12 chicken sandwich you ate at 1045pm.