I took Thing2 to Chick-fil-A (a local southern restaurant) today because we had time to kill and the menu at THE CHICK (as we like to call it) has healthy options. The Chick isn't cheap, but the food is excellent. Far better than McD's and the interior of the restaurant is immaculate.
As we walked in the door, a late-60's man in a cobalt blue Corvette pulled up in the primo parking space. (The primo space is the one closest to the door without being the handicap spot.) It really was a pretty car--rag top and sparkling clean--and I couldn't help noticing it.
After ordering my Southwest Salad, large non-sweetened iced tea, and Thing2's kiddie meal (4 chicken pieces, fruit salad, milk)-- I paid out $9.12 and waited for my order to show up.
The Corvette man orders: one grilled chicken salad and a water. He hands the counter worker a coupon. She looks at it and says, "That will be $4.15, please." Mr. Vette shrieks, "WHAAAAAT? Didn't you LOOK at the coupon?" With a confused expression, the worker looks at the coupon and says, "Yes, sir, and the sandwich is free, you're just being charged the cost of the salad."
Glancing at the coupon (since I was standing right next to him at the counter), I could see that it was a coupon for a free chicken sandwich. Since these are about $2.50, that's a pretty good coupon. OR SO I THOUGHT... IT WAS ABOUT TO GET BETTER!
Vette man gives the counter worker an exasperated look and says, "I want to use this coupon for my salad." (The DUH was unsaid, but understood.) The woman looks confused and says, "But it's for a free sandwich, sir, not for the salad." Then Vette-Bastard (as I am now terming him) says, "I want to use the cost-price of the sandwich as a discount off my salad. I'll pay whatever is left over. It's very simple." All said in a snotty tone.
At this point, I am BITING MY TONGUE to keep quiet. The CHEAP VETTE-BASTARD ASSHOLE was trying to screw The Chick out of some chump-change by browbeating the poor counter worker with his coupon scam!
Unfortunately, I could see how it was all going to come out. The worker was completely at a loss and called the manager. The manager called the supervisor. The supervisor took one look at the guy and thought, "ASSHOLE ALERT" and just gave him the discount.
I have seen this type of thing time and time again at public libraries. People decide they have a right to SOMETHING and no matter how half-assed it is, they stick with it in the meanest way until the public service worker they're fighting with caves in and gives it to them-- just to get the problem person out of the area. It was the same at The Chick.
Should I have said anything? I decided 'not'. It wasn't any of my business and it wasn't my restaurant or my job to interfere. It annoyed me, though. Pissed me right off. So, on the way out, I let Thing2 walk past his oh-so-shiny car and touch it with her very, very sticky hands... I hope it costs him more than $2.50 to get the fruit and grease off!
Would you have said anything?
2 comments:
Yeah Infomatrix, you KNOW Josette would have ripped him a new one. Personally, in that situation, I like your method better. I can just see Thing2 with her sticky little hands on VetteBastard's car! Bwahahahahaha!!
People like VetteBastard are like that everywhere they go. We'll see bastards from the library out in other places like the post office or supermarket, being just as ass-holish as they were to us at the Ref Desk. The world is full of bastards.
Unfortunately, it IS easier to just give them whatever petty piece of crap they want and get rid of them, rather than to bring the point home and teach them a lesson. This, of course, reinforces the bad behavior by rewarding it--and they know it.
Bastards.
The last thing I needed was to get into a screaming match with an asshole who's trying to screw a fast-food place out of chump change. I agree, Evil Jungle Prince, let the Mo Fo's be!
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