Amazing People

Yesterday, I overheard one of our customers talking or should I say, complaining to my trainee manager. I didn’t want to step up and be the one to talk to her because I didn’t want to join in all that fuss and hullabaloo. Believe me, I’ve talked to way too much customers of that kind and I don’t want them to ruin my almost perfect day. “That kind” meaning; arrogant, poor turned rich, social climbing bitches who think their stomach is made from royal linings that they would instantly catch a disease once a mediocre-not-royalty-worthy-prepared-food enters their equally royal stomach. These type of customers are divided into two classifications. The first classification are those hard core rich customers that despite the very steep price of our food, still manages to eat here once in a while or can even afford to eat their entire breakfast, lunch, dinner, and merienda here if they want to, without making a single dent in their wallet. Thus, because they’re so rich, they expect everyone and everything around them to be perfect and one single mistake and disliking to their taste will make you go to shame hell. They will make you feel that every single cell and nerve in your body is inferior as compared to theirs. The second classification is much worse. These customers are not born rich but made their way to richdom either thru blood, sweat and tears or thru fucking a rich foreigner. Since they are now richer, they want to establish their status in the society by shaming those who aren’t up to their level. Once they’ve shamed somebody who is not as rich as you, they instantly think that they belong to the elites just like the ones you see in the telenovelas who make fun of the poor. These customers are much worse because before, they were just like everyone else, some even came from the slums and now they’re acting up and it’s so so annoying and frustrating to see them when they act up like dissatisfied customers because they’re so trying hard it makes me laugh like a mad woman and shake my head a thousand times in disbelief seeing them like that.

So going back to that customer, all I heard was that she said she’s very particular with what she eats and she cannot eat something like that because her stomach might be upset. Upset stomach your face. You don’t even look like someone who could afford our food. Anyway, the moment she left, I asked the management trainee what the hell is her problem. Apparently, she was served a spaghetti and she was complaining because all throughout she thought she was going to be served a spaghetti with freshly boiled pasta. Imagine that. She wanted the pasta noodles, the raw, stick like noodles to be put into the boiling water right after she ordered the food. Does she even know how long it will take for that pasta to be cooked before she would be able to eat her spaghetti? And where in the world do restaurants do that? She even said, we should’ve told her earlier. Duh? Are we supposed to tell every single friggin’ customer that our spaghetti noodles are already pre-cooked and portioned and would they still want to continue with the order? She’s the only one who complained about something like that and it’s so stupid. There, she already crossed one one of the things she should do to validate her status in her new rich social circle; complain to an expensive restaurant. maybe next on her list would be to own an authentic Lous Vuitton.


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