Entitled Rudeness and Snappy Comebacks

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

I’m finding the level of common courtesy in service industries (here in Canada anyway, I can’t speak to other locales) from women to be getting a little intolerable.

Here we are paying for services and salaries, such as grocery store clerks, waitresses and the like, and a great many of these employees are showing open indignation and entitled rudeness towards men because it has become socially acceptable, and without repercussion.  White Knights, Manginas and the likes have fed right into this by laughing, nodding dumbly and “manning up” with a half-wit smile on their faces while being openly and publicly insulted.

I was NOT in the mood for this blatant s~~~ today.  I’m still not feeling 100% after coming home from the hospital, and have been pretty much laying around and reading while recuperating.  I’ve been eating a pretty bland and easy set of meals as I don’t feel much like cooking lately, but I thought with today being Friday, I’d celebrate a bit.  Having phoned in an order at Swiss Chalet for some chicken and ribs, I just threw on some sweat pants, the nearest T-Shirt I could grab, and threw on a set of sandals to go pick it up.  Granted, I don’t and didn’t look exactly stellar today; but as I said, I’m still recuperating and just wanted to pick up a quick bite to eat.  I shouldn’t have to worry too much about criticism of my attire when picking up an order of chicken and ribs from a mid to low level chain restaurant.

I just got back from Swiss Chalet after an interesting little exchange.

I walk in the door, and the place is pretty dead.  The “hostess” is standing there yapping with two waitresses or whatever the hell they were as I walked up to her little podium.  They started giggling.  Not the nice kind of giggling.  The “eyes rolling” kind of giggling.

I wasn’t in the mood to suffer fools at all, and I think my handlebar mustache was probably twitching a bit.

Anyway, I just said “I placed an order for Mr._______, phone number 403-XXX-XXXX”

This stupid, over sized hostess continues to giggle with her friends and actually says:

“Niiiiiiiiiiiiiiice shoes” with some rolling eyes and a stupid f~~~ing little condescending grin.

Again, being in the mood that I am in, it took a bit to register that this wench was actually addressing a customer in that manner.  Hell, had she been joking in an even civilized way, I’d have let it pass.  Not in the mood today at all.

I stared her straight in the eye for a good ten seconds without saying anything, raising my J. Nicholson eyebrows, and their moronic little grins slowly began to slide off of their faces; I’m pretty sure there was a discernible dark cloud forming over my head.  I don’t lose my cool very often, but it just came out of my mouth:

“I can go home and change my shoes, but you’ll always be a fat ugly c~~~”.

I’ve never seen blood rush into three faces so quickly in my life.  Their mouths gaped open and they were clearly trying to manage a response.

Before they could muster one I added: “DO YOU WANT TO TROT YOUR FAT F~~~ING AAAASSSSS INTO THE BAAAACK AND GETTTTT MEE MY CHIIICKEN???” in a pretty loud and drawn out voice.

The hostess, now obviously insane with contempt and not creative enough to come up with anything just pointed her finger at the door and managed this strangled “Get out!”.  It sort of sounded like “Gaaayyyyyyyoooowwwwwwwwww” whispered through a mouthful of coleslaw.

“WOW.  Fat, ugly, bitchy AND a speech impediment.  You’re f~~~ing prime rib, baby!  Quit flapping your big f~~~ing fence-board teeth and go get my order you t~~~.”

The other two were just staring, and one of them managed an “Oh-mi-godd” out of the gaping yaw in the ass that she called a face.

At this point, “hostess with the mostest” was pretty much transforming into a pathetic, shaking, heaving wreck.  Could pretty much see the pain and insecurity resounding through her Stay-Puft rolls of fat.  I knew I wouldn’t be served or bother getting my order now, as it was going to be spit in, or god knows what else, so I turned on my heel, and fired off a “Have a nice day, C~~~warmer”, and left.  Ended up grabbing a couple of cheeseburgers across the street at Wendy’s.

Anyway, I’m tired of being tolerant with the verbal stupidity and crass attitude that is modern women.  They routinely feel entitled to it, and feel protected from any sort of opposite reaction.  Time to really start hurting them with words.  Let’s face it, it’s something they feel utterly defenseless against.  Hell, they even started that campaign to “Ban the Word “Bossy”” not long ago so that they could be so incredibly lazy as to not even have to verbally defend themselves.  They can’t even emotionally endure being called “Bossy”, yet they are routinely firing out insults to people who actually pay their salary.  I think I’m a little oversensitive about it due to a recent piece of legislation passed in a town not far from here, whereby it’s punishable to swear in public or gather in groups of more than two. Yes…..two.  Taber, Alberta, Canada.  I’ll post about that debacle a little later.

I say we start posting online blacklisting reviews and fellow warnings about places like this on the net at third party sites when we experience rudeness from entitled wenches at the service level.  I’m going to do so right after this post for that particular Swiss Chalet.  Let’s start hitting them where it hurts; in the proprietary meat curtains.

Please share some of your snappy comebacks or experiences ; I’m sure many of you have some that are far classier than my little diatribe, but it was the best I could pull off at the time. I’d love to hear ’em.

Cheers.

 

 

 

[bigboy83Participant 11312]

Woman: Your just looking for is sex!

Me: “God gave men the urges, and women the answers, if you don’t like it, arrange a meeting with him.”

Woman: We should hangout?

Me: “All talk and no play, makes me a dull boy.”

Woman: I’m not like other girls!

Me: “Show me.” (A s~~~ test they always fail)

Those are my top three.

Cheers!

Shit Tested, Cunt Approved.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

Right on, bb83.  I like #3.

Cheers.

[John DoeParticipant 743]

“I am surprised you can see through the rolls of fat under your eyes.”

“You should really stop oinking when you talk, it is very rude and unprofessional.”

“You should spit the cum out of your mouth before you talk, it is very rude and unprofessional.”

“That color doesn’t suit you, it makes you look 400lbs instead of 300.”

“Am I charged extra for the bulls~~~?”

“Want to hear a funny joke?  Women’s rights.”

“I understand you are under stress.  Providing for your grandchildren, must be difficult.”

“Congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“I cannot understand you, the rolls of fat on your neck muffle your voice.”

“I forgot to place an order of “kiss my ass”.  Will you ring that up sweat heart?  Oh, and can I have an extra side of “go f~~~ yourself”.

“You must have swallowed a lot of semen to get that fat.  How many cats do you have?”

When she hands you your food, grab it quickly and look it over.  Then say: “Good, I thought you would have ate half of it before it got here.”

“Shhh!  Can you here that?  It is your shoes.  They are gasping “Help me…help me….”

“You are cute and funny.  Want to go out sometime?  I know this place that has a nice pig trough you might like.”

Or a simple:  “Shut the f~~~ up and give me my food.”

 

Any one of the above could have sufficed.

 

 

 

 

[bigboy83Participant 11312]

Mr. WillyT73,

First, I hope you have a speedy recovery!

Second, Should we tell women that we are, “Manning up,” now?

Shit Tested, Cunt Approved.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

@john Doe.

Many great ones in there, some of which I’ve heard, many of which I’ve not.  Thanks for adding them to the repertoire, Sir Knight.

@bb83

Indeed.  It is after all what they were desiring. 😀 and thank you sir, am doing well.

btw: Feel free to add real life experiences and comebacks, not just for this given situation.  I think most of us are always in the mood to feel some good old fashioned Feminists writhing in agony at not having a voice.

 

[KeymasterKeymaster]

Swiss Chalet is MacDonald’s with table service. Damn good chicken & sauce … but you can’t get any lower in the restaurant business than an employee at Swiss Chalet. That’s the very bottom in the hospitality industry. And then she makes a crack about your shoes? Man, the uniforms there won’t even BURN if you hold a match to them. The 100% polyester tarp she was wearing would melt.

Willy that is an awesome story and I want permission to write the screenplay. We should seriously film that scene next time we are in Toronto. John Williams can compose the score. But to get perfectly serious, YES women in the service industry these days are the most miserable , rude and incompetent t~~~s anyone has seen in the business.

There’s a Starbucks I am trying to forget, on the corner of Highland and C~~~ in Los Angeles. This obese African-American slag asked me that usual f~~~ing womanly question: “with room?”.

“Yes with room for whole milk”.

Your “Name”??

Now she’s holding the cup and a felt marker looking at me EXACTLY like this:

….. but you need to imagine her fat and black.

So I have some fun with her and pick a celeb name for fun:

“Michael Jackson”.

Pause for a moment. Sometimes I say George Clooney. Sometimes Jay Z (I’m white). Sometimes Tom Cruise. And sometimes I say “Oprah”. Whatever comes to mind really. This always freaks people out. They call out me drink “VENTI AMERICANO FOR OPRAH!!!”, and everybody looks around like Oprah is there, and I just pick up her coffee and walk out laughing to myself. But this bitch had Not even a smile, or witty retort or nothing.

“Whassamatter. Is it because I’m WHITE??”.

That snapped her out of it. So I asked for whole milk at the cash, but now a brand new c~~~-butt-slag at the machine didn’t put milk in it.

“May I have some whole milk please? There’s none on the counter”.

“YOU DIDN”T ASK FOR WHOLE MILK!!!!!

“YES I F~~~ING DID. Ask that miserable girl over there. Not my problem she didn’t relay the message. And PS, the only acceptable response when a customer asks for whole milk is CERTAINLY SIR. Not YOU DIDN”T ASK FOR WHOLE MILK!!!!! Don’t be a bitch”.

I over-emphasized the same loud and nagging tone so that EVERYONE could hear it. The entire coffee shop stopped. In this moment, you would think anyone with a modicum of professionalism would offer SOME form of withdrawal. But she adjusted her stance as only Americ~~~s are capable of, held up that goddam index finger, started to move her head from side-to-side, and was about to start lecturing. So I stopped her before she could

“DON’T. You should be FIRED. and HOMELESS.”

Everyone heard it – including the manager. And then I left.

PS. She doesn’t work there anymore.

If you keep doing what you've always done... you're gonna keep getting what you always got.

[Cipher HighwindParticipant 1144]

Nonsense like this is why I avoid the “hospitality” industry in general. One is perfectly capable of cooking one’s own food, and there is no reason to have intermediaries, many of them female, between one’s food and one’s self.

[Dans0nParticipant 36]

Cipher Highwind wrote:

Nonsense like this is why I avoid the “hospitality” industry in general. One is perfectly capable of cooking one’s own food, and there is no reason to have intermediaries, many of them female, between one’s food and one’s self.

That’s exactly my thinking. I always thougt that I was queer for avoiding this establishments. And I got to admit, that I sometimes felt like an old fart visiting them when I was with people and going against my own code.  Went to a Starbucks with a 20-ish woman once and she ordered a Pumpkin-Spice-Latte (Bitch-Drink #1 btw) and I was just …. really disgusted.

By the way: I really think that there’s a connection between Pumpkin-Spice-Latte and lunatic-skanky-wasteofskin-type of girls. Someone really should make a study about that.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

ROFL@ KeyMaster.

That is a hilarious story, and I wasn’t expecting the Dicaprio meme at the end.  I am crying here man…….the “You should be fired and homeless” part is going to have me every time I visit a coffee shop. hahahaha.  By all means Sir; a screenplay sounds like a fine idea.  John Williams couldn’t compose a bad score if he tried, so I think that would be a stroke of brilliance.  After reading your story, I popped over to IMDB to read a bit about Mr. Williams as it’s been a while since I’ve watched some of my favourite movies with his scores in the background.  Amazing.  Over 41 Oscar nominations alone.  His list of scores is just phenomenal.  I HAVE to remember your exchange the next time I’m in a Starbucks.  That’s classic.

@Cipher.

Yes, I hear ya.  I’m not a massive patron of “eating out”, but I do enjoy the food from certain places from time to time.  I usually prefer anywhere that has a drive-through to make it relatively painless (except that I don’t think there are any drive throughs left in existence which can get an order correct).  Plus I like to go out for a really good steak at a proper steak house occasionally.

[bigboy83Participant 11312]

This just happen now.

A 42 yr old woman posted a ad on Craigslist, the title said:

“Show me why your the one For me.”

Me: “No,you show me why your not like other girls.”

Woman responded: Have a fantastic weekend. You wiuld(she misspelled “would”) be lucky to have me.

Me: Your 42, and I doubt it.

Since women are picky about spelling and grammar, when you have a woman misspelled a word or words, she is probably agitated or upset,(or insert word here). Women usually always check their spelling before they send a email or a text.

Shit Tested, Cunt Approved.

[sidecarParticipant 35862]

Next time consider getting their names.  Demand to see the manager.  Get his name.  Send written letters to the corporate head offices and franchise owner relating your whole experience explaining why you will never, ever be their customer again.  Make certain to name names.

Corporations in service industries take that stuff very seriously.  Well, at least the successful ones do. Home Depot and Walmart and all the successful giants go so far as to have regular customer service indoctrination sessions with their employees because they realize how critical it is.  It’s how they came to be the monsters they are.  Franchise owners are even more sensitive to this approach because they have the most to lose from losing customers; they are literally on the front lines of this crappy economy.

A mass market place like Swiss Chalet is not going to hold onto any minimum wage bottom rung highly replaceable employees who treat their customers income like that.  Especially not in this economy.

Don’t lose your temper.  Make her lose her job.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

@bb83

Good callbacks to her, man.  Pooooor little princess.

@sidecar

I really liked your response Sidecar, and yes, I do at times do such things.  For the most part, I don’t lose my temper and am a very level-headed, calm, cool and collective person.  The strategy you are suggesting is of course the way one should deal with such a thing.  I was just off-colour today, and wanted to have a little more juvenile fun with it, hence the comeback part of the thread.

Again, what you are suggesting is the effective thing to do and by all rights, corporations should know of such things.  It is unfortunate however, to see that it has become a common trend, and often in these industries, they seem to replace an asshole with another asshole.

I do agree with you 100% in this conduct though.

Just trying to have a little fun in the meantime ;D

 

[sidecarParticipant 35862]

@WillyT73

There’s no reason you can’t still send a letter.  Why not try for a double?

Also as far as rude comebacks, while it can be fun to just straight up slam them back like you did  (Crushing victory, by the way.  Simply smashing.), I’m usually not quick enough to come up with something crushing right on the spot.  However being a supercilious prick comes natural to me.  I p~~~ them off much more by being polite and “patriarchal”.  I prefer to talk down to them rather than talk back at them, because that’s what works for me.

[– Deleted on Request –Spectator 936]

Sidecar:

 

Being a polite, but snobby, patriarch has usually worked for me.  If, say, I don’t like the service I receive, I might say, “Oh, my–standards have fallen since I was here last, haven’t they?”  That way, I voice my displeasure but I don’t insult or overtly offend them, either.

 

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

@ Sidecar and QWV

I like your fellows’ style.  Your calm demeanor and Patriarchal condescension will be guaranteed to make them snarl up and down.  I admire your candor and frankness; effective tools in diffusing situations and with coming out victorious.

I think you’re right, Sidecar.  Despite my small victory, I should in point of fact send that letter, and I will.  Good thinking on your part.

[Anonymous 5]

I have been on both sides…meaning I have had to deal with asshole workers and bitch customers. I also try my best to remain calm and sick burn them with kindness.

Do you know what p~~~es off people the most? Being nice and making them look stupid. A customer would walk up to me screaming “Where are all the shopping carts?!”. I would simply say: “I am sorry, they are all being used inside the store right now or in the parking lot”. EVERY single time the customer would be p~~~ed off at that response because I was using logic and it was pointless to complain to me and they knew it. They felt stupid for even asking such a pointless question. All I did was be nice, use logic/truth and they couldn’t handle it. I continued smiling and laughed in my head.

The best part was the butthurt women who would wait right beside me for 20+ minutes straight waiting for a customer to return a shopping cart. They would make snide comments and I would continue smiling. I enjoyed every second of it, because I use logic. If I walk into a store and need a shopping cart and none is available, I would walk to the parking lot, grab my own cart and walk back inside. It would take 1 whole minute of my time…..but these women would literally stand there for 20+ minutes waiting and fuming expecting someone else to get them one. LMAO.

[EscapedMentalPatientParticipant 1489]

Anonymous wrote:

The best part was the butthurt women who would wait right beside me for 20+ minutes straight waiting for a customer to return a shopping cart. They would make snide comments and I would continue smiling. I enjoyed every second of it, because I use logic. If I walk into a store and need a shopping cart and none is available, I would walk to the parking lot, grab my own cart and walk back inside. It would take 1 whole minute of my time…..but these women would literally stand there for 20+ minutes waiting and fuming expecting someone else to get them one. LMAO.

Good one pops, and yes this is highly typical.  Women are incredibly lazy animals, and as they are so used to having everything done for them at home, they expect the same treatment in public.  Half the time they aren’t even aware they are doing it.  Wait….that is incorrect.  That sentence contains the term “aware”, thusly making it 100% of the time.

Your shopping cart tale reminds me of a small example.  I needed propane for my barbeque last summer.  There is a small refill area at a gas station not far from my place.  You pull up, get your bbq tank out, and there is a sign on a post with a button on it which says “Ring for service”.  It’s often a busy place, and as I pulled up there were three people waiting at the refill area.  Wait, that statement is incorrect as well.  There weren’t three people, there were three women.  At any rate, I grab my propane tank out of the trunk of my car, ring the bell for service and stand by the sign waiting.  These three women had been sitting in their respective vehicles and looked over at me dumbfounded.  “Can you ring the bell for me?” asks one of them from her car, and one of the others chimes in “I was here first, can you ring the bell for me??  Or maybe ring it twice I have two tanks” (this ring it twice thing is in and of itself a glorious example of stupidity).  I ignored them both and just continued to stand there.  There is no point to my story except to illustrate how incredibly stupid, lazy and unorganized most women are.  Not a single one of them had read the sign, there was no sense of order in taking the gargantuan step of you know…..maybe getting out of their car and waiting in line in an orderly fashion.  The concept of driving to the gas station, ringing a bell for service, and taking turns doing so had completely eluded them and they were too expectant to even read the sign.  They each had just shown up and immediately fallen back on the concept of Damsel in Distress and just sat there waiting for someone to do something for them.  It’s really a classic example of why Marxism is so attractive to them on a mental level, as opposed to Democracy.  Except for the ONE job which will be assigned to them in a Communist bubble, everything will be done for them; they don’t have to compete and they won’t have to hear the opinions of others.  Instead of any of them getting their lazy fat ass out of the car and ringing the bell, they each had just expectantly shouted out the window to have me do it, rather than even talk to each other and find out the order in which they had arrived.

If three men were to pull up, they’d each get out, ring the bell, and stand in line.  If two of us arrived at the bell at the same time, we would likely defer to the other gent to go first out of common decency, unless we were in a hurry or such.  We’d most likely have a quick conversation about anything mildly interesting while we waited and then we’d all be on our way.  These three could not even manage to get out of their cars.

It’s a fairly decent illustration of why they accomplish nothing when they work together.  Each is waiting for the other to either to “go first”, or they wait for someone to do it for them.  In general, women make p~~~-poor employees for this reason.  They can take the smallest task, and f~~~ it up beyond recognition simply because they can not grasp deference or any form of it.

[sidecarParticipant 35862]

Anonymous wrote:

“I am sorry, they are all being used inside the store right now or in the parking lot”.

Anthropologists say the things that separate humans from monkeys are our upright posture, our expanded forebrains, our modified hard palate, and a whole slew of other anatomical details.  They’re wrong.  The one thing that separates humans from mere monkeys is our ability to return shopping carts.

Shopping carts are a pet peeve of mine.  Yeah, customers who bitch about there being no carts are bad on an individual basis, but I think the vast mobs who can’t be bothered to even take theirs to those cart corrals  in the parking lot are collectively worse.  I don’t know how many times I’ve come back to my bike only to find the open area in the parking space behind it is filled with one, two, sometimes as many as five empty shopping carts from subhumans too lazy to push it even a few dozen feet, leaving me to have to deal with their leavings before I can go.  I can’t be sure men don’t occasionally do this, but both I’ve been lucky enough to catch them in the act they were women.

Anonymous wrote:

If I walk into a store and need a shopping cart and none is available, I would walk to the parking lot, grab my own cart and walk back inside. It would take 1 whole minute of my time…..but these women would literally stand there for 20+ minutes waiting and fuming expecting someone else to get them one. LMAO.

Oh lord I witnessed exactly that scenario in the grocery store this past week.  This couple had just come into the store.  They were the typical modern family.  She was this plus sized hambeast Big Beastly Woman, not quite a landwhale yet but clearly going there, dragging a two year old child and carrying at least two years nine months of no longer caring about her diet.  He was the typical skinny, stringy, clearly overworked and underfed blue collar “starter husband”.  There were no shopping carts to be had inside (I was using one I found in the space where I parked my motorcycle).  He obviously wanted to just walk out into the parking lot to get a cart, problem solved, but she wouldn’t let him because she would lose her captive audience to bitch at about there being no shopping carts.  Man it felt good to walk past her glare with my own cart with nothing inside but a six pack, a 2-liter, and my helmet.  I even slowed down a little expecting him to ask for my cart, but he would have had to stop repeating s~~~ like, “Yes, dear.” to ask.

[MagicStarBunnyParticipant 20]

If you like that, you’re gonna love this

— LINK REMOVED —

I hate when people don’t say thank you, it takes absolutely no energy or time just to show an expression of gratitude. Also shows exactly how smart you are in the span of a couple seconds. I usually call people out on it.

[Author]

Posts