cross-posted from: https://lemmy.zip/post/28116747
Footage posted online shows Georgia deputies responding to a call from the sheriff, who was unhappy with the restaurant’s service.
I just ask for a refund, and if they don’t do it, I go straight to a chargeback on my credit card. This has only ever happened once, tbh. Hold the business accountable.
“Hey, I ordered the double with cheese, but this is a spicy chicken…”
“Oh whoops, sorry about that sir let’s try that again.”
Try this first maybe?
Yeah, and have them spit in it because they all hate customers, perhaps reasonably so, and will assume you’re going to do some vindictive shit like the cops did.
I’ll just take the refund.
Yeah, and have them spit in it because they all hate customers,
Maybe you shouldn’t be ordering there at all then.
I’ve worked in fast food, and you sir, are an asshole. I’ve seen your type and you exude asshole from the moment you walk into the building. They know you’re an asshole before you even order, they don’t need to wait until you ask for a replacement to find out.
You know what, yeah you’re basically right.
There’s no basis of trust with the public. There was a time when you’d go downtown and the hardware store was owned by the guy who lived across the street from you, the clerk at the grocery store was your friend’s son, the lawyer your mother worked for as a secretary came in to your office to add a new car to his insurance policy. There were communities, you knew each other, you grew up together. There was room for benefit of the doubt.
Now I live in one of the houses on one of the streets in a residential zoned area along with ten thousand interlopers who have gathered here around a collection of national chain retail stores to build tall fences along property borders and sit inside and stream one of the same five shows in solitude. Everyone is a stranger and thus everyone is a threat and you might as well destroy someone at the first tiny sign of any issue because strangers are perfectly replaceable.
