Dear Deli I'm NEVER Coming Back To Ever Again,
Making a tuna on rye take over 30 minutes for me to "obtain"...from a faaaacking different deli, up the street 😑...which I could've come around the counter, made myself, walked to the park and eaten before you even started making it...because you fucked up the last lady's sandwich and had to start over, but then abandoned that project to start making the guy who came in AFTER me's sandwich, while I stood right there like a jackass watching this abject failure of any semblence of order unfold right before my eyes...is not going to work on a day after I got three and a half hours of sleep. 😖
The only thing that could make your customer service paradigm worse is bagpipes.
Please tune in to OutTheWindow: LIVE tomorrow night for the rest. I'm not done with you food-service failures yet. ðŸ˜
Your Pal,
Glen
I've been disappointed with some people's definition of "no cheese".
Wow! Just yesterday I got burned at the Byrne Dairy store. I ordered a tuna melt and told the kid (he must be new because I never saw him in there before) I would be right back after I grab a Pepsi. When I get back, he hands me my bag. I get to my desk at work and what the hell? It's a plain tuna sandwich not toasted, not melted so I had to stick it in my toaster oven. Good grief! I love Byrne Dairy's paninis but I will never let this kid make my sandwich again. I find that the older, more mature workers (around my age) tend to pay better attention and listen to what you want.