Went in for an antipasto salad about 12:30am. God forbid I asked the poor girl behind the counter what kind of meat they put in it. She asked the rather large fellow preoccupied playing Candy Crush or something my question, he basically shook his head, and exclaimed, "COLD CUTS! COLD CUTS!" Then he glanced at me as if he lost his life in his game, and rudely stated, "Cold cuts, ham, salami, cappicola, COLD CUTS". So he gets off the chair, and mopes toward the counter, where God forbid I asked politely if he could cut the meat in cubes, rather than a roll since it's easier to eat on the road. Fatty Arbuckle looks at me, rolls his eyes, and says to me, "Are you kidding me?" I politely told him to keep his f-ing attitude, his f-ing salad, and I'll keep my f-ing money.
CUSTOMER SERVICE BIG FAT ZERO. Your in the food service business, make my salad and keep the attitude to yourself buddy!
I do feel bad for the poor girl working with Mr. Attitude.
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