10-13-2017, 04:20 AM
It's been awhile since I posted anything, as work's been mildly routine lately but I have some stories now. Because I lost count of which days these stories belong to, I'll just title them and post them as short stories.
"Wait, how many? o.0"
This happened a couple of weeks ago, and it made everyone in the store pause in silent pain-especially our donut cook. A school put in an order for 200 dozen glazed donuts and 200 dozen chocolate-glazed donuts, which is a total of 4,800 donuts. Needless to say, our cook was groaning the whole way that Saturday, which happens to be our busiest days, too. Luckily for our customers, this meant that between 4AM and 1PM, we had the freshest donuts in town. Literally, we were pulling them from the fryer, letting them cool quickly, glazed them, and handed them out. They were all piping hot, fluffy, and delicious according to our customers that day.
"Thank you for your service, sir!"
This happened this week. An older man came to our store. He walked with a cane and had braces in his legs, they were screwed into his bones. The man had a hat that said, "Disabled Veteran". I'm from a military family, so I asked what branch he served in and he told us that he served for 32 years in the US Navy. A woman seated at a table behind him got up and walked to the counter, where she offered to pay for his dozen of donuts. She said it was the least she could for this man and the sacrifices he made. The event left us in awe of this act of charity. He had some bitchin' tattoos, too.
"Did they really pay us with this?"
This happened yesterday. Two girls came into our store, and they ordered a couple of donuts and a drink. One of the girls hands me a $20 and tells me, "my grandfather gave me this; I hope it still works". I looked at her odd and noticed the bill was old. I paid out her order, gave her the due change, and they were on their way. I told my co-worked what happened and looked at the bill. Upon inspection, we saw why she was concerned. This $20 bill was from 1934. A quick Google search came up with its worth being placed up to $60. Apparently this is a common occurrence, as the youngest employee, Lamb, collects old/international coins and bills that come through the store. Unfortunately, before we could get a replacement $20 to exchange this bill out of the register with, the owner makes a trip to the bank with that bill in tow. Still a cool experience.
"Hey, you know what you'll absolutely hate to make?"
A little background story, our donut cook, Mother, hates making iced donut holes. The process is tedious, as it requires that she hand-makes every one of them. Well, me and Sharp, a co-worker, realized what Mother's worst task would be and told her. "Imagine how you'd feel about making maple-bacon donut holes." She looked at us with such displeasure we just laughed. It would require that she hand-makes the holes, fry them, frost them all, and dip them all into bacon bits individually before the icing cooled. She told us, "the day we start selling those is the day I'm gone". We then asked her about jelly-filled donut holes; she looked close to flipping us off. lmao
"Your total is $x.38 today, ma'am"
I was expecting this to happen one day, and I was right. A woman comes by the store and orders a few donuts and a cup of water. Well, I had to ask a co-worker how much we charge for a cup of water (water's free, you buy the cup), and she said $0.35. Here's the important bit, that's the price you punch into the register and then you add the tax, which would make it $0.38 in total. Well, the woman knew how much the donuts would be and handed us $x.35 in change. I told her we needed $0.03 more, the woman flips out. "Why?! I gave you exact change! What did you mess up on?! I don't know what you did wrong but I gave you the money!" We explained to her that what she heard was before tax, she wouldn't take it. She accused of attempting to steal $0.03 from her because "she knew what she heard". Anyway, she hands over the $0.03 eventually and states it would be the last time she came to our store. The whole situation was inane.
"Wait, how many? o.0"
This happened a couple of weeks ago, and it made everyone in the store pause in silent pain-especially our donut cook. A school put in an order for 200 dozen glazed donuts and 200 dozen chocolate-glazed donuts, which is a total of 4,800 donuts. Needless to say, our cook was groaning the whole way that Saturday, which happens to be our busiest days, too. Luckily for our customers, this meant that between 4AM and 1PM, we had the freshest donuts in town. Literally, we were pulling them from the fryer, letting them cool quickly, glazed them, and handed them out. They were all piping hot, fluffy, and delicious according to our customers that day.
"Thank you for your service, sir!"
This happened this week. An older man came to our store. He walked with a cane and had braces in his legs, they were screwed into his bones. The man had a hat that said, "Disabled Veteran". I'm from a military family, so I asked what branch he served in and he told us that he served for 32 years in the US Navy. A woman seated at a table behind him got up and walked to the counter, where she offered to pay for his dozen of donuts. She said it was the least she could for this man and the sacrifices he made. The event left us in awe of this act of charity. He had some bitchin' tattoos, too.
"Did they really pay us with this?"
This happened yesterday. Two girls came into our store, and they ordered a couple of donuts and a drink. One of the girls hands me a $20 and tells me, "my grandfather gave me this; I hope it still works". I looked at her odd and noticed the bill was old. I paid out her order, gave her the due change, and they were on their way. I told my co-worked what happened and looked at the bill. Upon inspection, we saw why she was concerned. This $20 bill was from 1934. A quick Google search came up with its worth being placed up to $60. Apparently this is a common occurrence, as the youngest employee, Lamb, collects old/international coins and bills that come through the store. Unfortunately, before we could get a replacement $20 to exchange this bill out of the register with, the owner makes a trip to the bank with that bill in tow. Still a cool experience.
"Hey, you know what you'll absolutely hate to make?"
A little background story, our donut cook, Mother, hates making iced donut holes. The process is tedious, as it requires that she hand-makes every one of them. Well, me and Sharp, a co-worker, realized what Mother's worst task would be and told her. "Imagine how you'd feel about making maple-bacon donut holes." She looked at us with such displeasure we just laughed. It would require that she hand-makes the holes, fry them, frost them all, and dip them all into bacon bits individually before the icing cooled. She told us, "the day we start selling those is the day I'm gone". We then asked her about jelly-filled donut holes; she looked close to flipping us off. lmao
"Your total is $x.38 today, ma'am"
I was expecting this to happen one day, and I was right. A woman comes by the store and orders a few donuts and a cup of water. Well, I had to ask a co-worker how much we charge for a cup of water (water's free, you buy the cup), and she said $0.35. Here's the important bit, that's the price you punch into the register and then you add the tax, which would make it $0.38 in total. Well, the woman knew how much the donuts would be and handed us $x.35 in change. I told her we needed $0.03 more, the woman flips out. "Why?! I gave you exact change! What did you mess up on?! I don't know what you did wrong but I gave you the money!" We explained to her that what she heard was before tax, she wouldn't take it. She accused of attempting to steal $0.03 from her because "she knew what she heard". Anyway, she hands over the $0.03 eventually and states it would be the last time she came to our store. The whole situation was inane.
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