"My friend works here, too," I say. "She's always got a good story about six people arriving right before closing, or some other minor catastrophe. You know how it is." Pleasant smile, cheerful voice, including her if she wishes to engage, letting my eyes wander, thus demanding no attention from her if she doesn't wish to engage (she's working, after all). It's a social instinct.
Unfortunately, I don't think Cylons have instincts. "Your friend has a terrible attitude. A group coming in right before closing should be served like anyone else." Delivered in the dulcet tones of a drill instructor.
"Umm, she wasn't complaining," I respond. "We were just chatting about our respective jobs, you know?"
Here's where a person might ask about cab driving. Whereas the Cylon lights into my friend's attitude again. I politely suggest her own might need work, considering that her vehement expression of it apparently precluded any sandwich-making activity whatsoever. Though I'm already turning to leave, she orders me out. I weigh the entertainment value of what she might do if I stay, but Quiznos has better bread, and I'm still hungry.
If it's the Subway on NE Broadway (near Lloyd Center) then I'm afraid you had the all-too-common misfortune of dealing with the fucking psycho owner of that establishment. I, as well as many many others, have felt her wrath. If it is the same person/Subway, I can't for the life of me understand how she stays in business. She actually has people's cars towed out of her lot when they make the mistake of leaving it there momentarily while dropping off donations to the Goodwill across the street.
I asked her an innocent question and she treated me as though I was stealing from her. We exchanged a few words, culminating in me telling her she should stop interrupting me and listen as I was ONLY her customer after all.
Yeah, if it is her she can rot in hell. I feel you on this one.
Quizno's. When you don't feel like being insulted and argued with.
But dear god, I've had about ten people identify _very_ literally! I left out the location on purpose, but it didn't seem to do much good...various people wrote in with various horror stories, yet all identical with regard to _one_ thing. Look for next year's Best of issue: "Best Bad Attitude in Portland!"
Speaking of which, KLo, are you just constitutionally incapable of not being an asshole? Even when you are apparently not trying to be one deliberately? You can take your "bone", accompanied as it is with a statement of opinion regarding what any friend of mine must undoubtedly be like, and shove it up your fundament.
Anyone who pulls the "ahem, but I'm _only_ your customer, you service industry poltroon, listen while I speak!" is usually, dare I say, whiny, with a bad attitude? You may be among the few, the proud, who richly deserved her attentions.
Thanks for the response. It's funny you call when an asshole. I certainly have that capacity (as I think everyone should), but I rarely use it. You don't have to believe me, but I'm one of the nicest, funniest people I know.
Anyway, from your not so subtle clues I would suspect we're talking about the same establishment. I would expect some understanding from you one this one. But, you chose to assume that I talk down to people serving me. That is the farthest thing from the truth, I am always extremely polite to servers of any kind. I told her to listen to me because, as I plainly explained before, she accussed me of something I wasn't trying to do (get one over on her) AND she repeatedly interrupted me. I don't know a human alive who doesn't get frustrated when someone does that, especially when she was asking me what I wanted. And yes, I do think owners of establishments serving the public should LISTEN to their customers. At the very least they should be polite and curteous.
Look I bartender my way through college so don't try to say I don't respect service workers. Honestly, you make so many assumptions NC2, consistently. Just read what I wrote originally and you should understand why I was frustrated with her.
And, I stand by what I said about you and your friends. You drive and cab and your friend works at Subway, so you bitch and moan about your lots in life (not an assumption, this is based on the facts that you wrote).