Indecisive Individual
When I was serving, a woman and a group were at my table. She asked for a Coke. After I served their drinks, and the woman received her Coke, this typical rich girl looked at me with a look of “Excuse you, honey?” I asked for Fanta and not Coke. I wrote this down on my notepad and returned to get a can.
When I returned to her table, she did the same thing again. When I went back to her table she had done the same thing. “I asked Sprite. “Should I call the manager?” Oh honey. She should not have been testing me.
So I smirked and went back to the room to pack up the cans of Coke and Cream Soda. I also packed in Sprite, Pepsi, Fanta and Sparberry Soda. I then took them to her, and told her: “Here’s your choice, Miss.” She was offended, and nearly made a scene. She began lecturing me on how I was incapable of getting even the simplest order correct and that she wanted to speak to the manager.
I told her I could call him and I would show him the types of soda she requested on my notepad and get his opinion. She took out her Sprite from the plastic container and told me to “just leave it”. None of my friends complained after that.
