It's amazing that some people think they can get away with being rude and mean to people that handle their food. Seriously, what do they think is going to happen?
These stories tell you what happens when someone gets serious revenge when it comes to food. It will make you most kind person ever to every chef and server you ever meet again.
"When my wife and I were younger and kind of on hard times, she took a pretty shady job at a local factory. The first two weeks she was there, she had her lunch stolen at least 5 or 6 times. Even drinks. I was pretty ticked, as a lot of times I would grill for her or make her lunch, and she was going hungry.
One night I bought a big Gatorade and a box of laxatives, both red in color. You couldn't tell the two were mixed, but we found out who the thief was. It ended up being this loud obnoxious woman in the same department. She crapped herself on the production line and didn't return for about 2 days. I crushed and mixed about half a box so I would imagine she was pretty well toilet ridden. The food theft did stop after that, but luckily the wife found better employment soon after anyways."
"My coworker sometimes throws out her lunch in the garbage can at my desk instead of her own because she claims she can't stand the smell of old ketchup that's been sitting out for a couple hours. She gets french fries in the work cafeteria once or twice a week, and there's a big ketchup dispenser thing. We get little plastic cups to put the ketchup in, and there are lids available, but she doesn't use them. She just fills up the cup with way more ketchup than she needs, so there's always leftover. I've asked her several times to stop, but she will then just wait until I get up to go to the bathroom and do it, and hide my garbage can under my desk so she thinks I won't see it.
Every time she does it, I wait until she goes to the bathroom, take out the little plastic container that she had ketchup in, and put it way in the back of her bottom desk drawer. There's 6 in there now, the oldest is over a month old. So far, she hasn't noticed the smell. Gonna keep doing it and see how long it takes her to notice.
I don't really feel bad. I have taught her everything she knows at this job, but she is a moron, and she always tries to get other people to do her work for her. Sometimes I'm not sure if the stupidity is an act, and she's secretly a genius for getting other people to give her answers, but then she'll say something ridiculously stupid that's non-work related that removes all doubt. Literally, nobody in the office likes her, and a couple of our coworkers know that I'm doing the ketchup thing and fully approve. They were shocked when she threw her lunch away in my garbage the first time. Basically, we all want her to be fired or quit, but it's unlikely."
"I worked in restaurants during college in various roles from 2003-06. Server, bartender, in the kitchen, everywhere.
I once picked up a catering shift for an event of a few hundred people. We had a few bars setup and a handful of food stations with people at each location to serve the guests.
The rest of us were to keep the place clean by walking around and picking up glasses, plates, and trash. We were NOT supposed to serve drinks or food as that was handled by the people at their respective stations.
As I was walking around tidying up a man physically grabbed me by my arm (I'm a tall male) and proceeded to demand a glass of water. I calmly told him that I wasn't allowed to serve guests food or drink. He squeezed my arm harder and told me to get him water and said, 'Why don't you understand what I'm asking? It's quite simple.'
The bartender at the bar, 10 feet away, was watching this happen. I loudly asked the bartender if he had any water for the man and he said: 'Nope, no water.' I told the man there wasn't any water and I'm sorry. He wouldn't accept this and told me, 'You can go find water and I will stand here and wait.'
I went to the bar, grabbed a glass of ice, and had another server watch my back as I scooped water out of the toilet. I put the glass on a tray, added a paper napkin, lime slice and a straw before going back to the man. I handed him the water and apologized for the inconvenience.
I watched as he drank the glass of water. He handed me the empty glass and told me 'See, that wasn't so hard?!'
I told him I know where to get him water if he wanted more later on.
Turns out he was the man that paid for us to be at the event and owned the venue. I didn't care."
"When I worked at a cafe, I had one lady come in every day before work and make nasty comments. She was horrible.
'So are you going to school, or is this pretty much it for you?'
She got decaf on Mondays and Tuesdays, then regular for the rest of the week to get her used to it again before starting over the next week."
"This was about 15 years ago, in college, while I was a host at a crummy Mexican restaurant.
It's a normal, busy Saturday night, and this guy walks in. He struts right past me, circles through the whole restaurant and comes back and points out the table he wants to sit at. I do exactly as he asks.
I knew what he was doing. He did not want to sit by any kids. Now what happened next was completely avoidable, but he ticked me off by acting like a smug jerk. I proceeded to surround him with every party with kids. Loud kids, messy kids, small kids, birthday parties, I've got the perfect seat for you!
I could see that he was ready to erupt, but it was too darn funny.
He came up and yelled at me in front of the entire restaurant for the slights. I played dumb and then went in the back and laughed my butt off with everyone else."
"Former BBQ restaurant worker here.
I'm talking a tiny, mom and pop BBQ joint (shack) with a drive-thru window and a kitchen barely big enough for three workers to move around in type of place. But this place was packed every day, as are most of the well-renown southern BBQ restaurants.
We had this one guy that came through our drive through a lot. Our nickname for this guy was 'Fudd.' He was nearly completely deaf and would place orders through a deaf assistance service.
Fudd ate our BBQ every single day and would pull up to the drive-thru window at around 11 am every morning to get his food. He expected everything to be ready the second he arrived at the window. He was generally a jerk about everything. So, I'm working one morning and I receive a call from his ordering service with his typical order, which included a pint of Brunswick stew. I am one of two working that day, so I immediately begin preparing Fudd's food so it would be ready for them.
45 seconds after hanging up the phone, one of our better regulars comes in and orders two full-size pans of banana pudding. I look in the cooler and see that there's only one. Right as I begin to delegate the banana pudding-making task to my coworker, I hear the ding of the drive-thru window and glance to see Fudd knocking on the window from the front seat of his decrepit van. I run over, give him his food, and think that's the end of him. No tip of course.
I come back to finish ringing up nice regular's banana pudding, and I hear the front door of the restaurant open and Fudd's 280-pound, 5'8" frame walk in. He immediately begins screaming unintelligible things to me (he is deaf and cannot properly create word sounds, it was actually kind of pathetic/hilarious). As I try to decipher what this thing is saying to me, I remember that I hadn't yet scooped out his Brunswick stew. It was an honest mistake.
As I go back to get his stew, I make out what I believe is the phrase 'wimpy frigging kid.' Note that this isn't my first run-in with Fudd. This is a daily occurrence, and I was nearing my wits end with him. And one thing I am not is a 'wimpy frigging kid.'
I am a wrestler, and one of the negatives about wrestling is that sometimes you develop some nasty skin conditions. Unfortunately for me, I was dealing with some herpes gladiatorum (wrestler's herpes) which had broken out on my face a few days prior. As I'm scooping out Fudd's Brunswick stew in the back of the kitchen which is out of the customer's eye, I reach up and give my face a nice scratch, watching gleefully as herpes scabs fell into Fudd's pint of stew.
I walked back to the front and gave him his stew and wished him a good day. The prick still came in every day until the day I quit there."
"I worked at an Italian Restaurant in high school. It was in a tiny town of around 1000 people, so 90% of our clientele were friendly locals until tourist season kicked in.
However, one lady came in two or three times a month and she was the Anti-Christ. She was extremely rude, messy, condescending to the staff, and literally NEVER tipped.
Seriously, she'd write a ZERO on the tip section of her bill, with an explanation as to why she didn't leave one.
My pasta was too hot. ZERO.
My pasta was too cold. ZERO.
My pasta was too delicious. ZERO.
Your breadsticks are made of bread. ZERO.
This Coca Cola has Coca Cola in it. ZERO.
To top things off, this lady was vegan and would constantly badger us about it. She'd even ask if obvious items were vegan, just to make sure we knew for sure.
Finally, we'd had enough. My coworkers and I started putting cheese and bacon bits in her food. This went on for months and months until a coworker cracked and told her the truth in a fit of rage.
She never came back."
"I was working at a taco place in the drive-thru and this one customer was being so rude!
He ordered some things, I repeated back his order, and he said I was completely wrong and wasn't listening. Then he kept yelling at me through the speaker. Then when he got to the window, he didn't even look at me when he gave me his money.
Of course, I was angry. One of the things he ordered was 10 crunchy tacos with mild sauce. The food was ready. Before I gave him his food, I 'checked' his 10 tacos and crushed 7 of the 10 tacos. I also threw in 12 packets of Diablo sauce into the bag.
I happily gave him the food after that."
"I was a waiter/bartender for 7+ years. There are a million ways that you could mess with a guest, and I have seen some raunchy stuff.
One of my coworkers was so inflamed that a large party came in right before we closed. They were incredibly rude. I saw him at the soda station scratch his junk, then used said fingers to stir the guest's iced tea.
It was gross, and not the way he should have handled it. For me, I keep messing stuff up on purpose when I know a tip is out of the question and I just want to mess with the guest. I keep purposefully bringing the wrong drink, the wrong food, etc... This enrages the guest so much that by the time they want to talk to a manager, they are pretty much blowing up at them. And no manager is going to take getting yelled at by a guest, they get shut down pretty fast and the manager will side with you. I can just sit back and relax and say, 'I told you they were out of line.'
But, my personal way of messing with people was crop dusting. If I had a guest or table that was particularly rude, demeaning, or troublesome, they would get crop dusted, sometimes multiple times in one visit. I would slowly walk by while letting out a fart, crop dusting the table.
You can really get away with it because restaurants are loud and busy. I have seen tables complain to each other and immediately blame the patrons next to them, or some little kid.
Ahhhhh, the satisfaction of crop dusting and watching the mayhem that follows it. It almost makes me want to get back into the industry... almost."
"I got fired from my job at a bar that has a nice fancy jukebox. If you have the app you can just pick songs on your credit card and they'll play. If you hit play next on a song, even if they turn the jukebox off, it'll play when it starts back up. It's also unskippable. They lost the master remote which lets you skip songs, so if someone chooses a song everyone else hates, there's nothing at all you can do.
The owner does inventory every Tuesday night. It also happens to be a busy night because they do pool tournaments and it usually gets packed. I got 20 bucks in credits and that usually gives you about 18 unskippable songs, sometimes more depending if the app gifts you credits. I picked a remix of 'Cotton Eye Joe' that came in at around 7 minutes for the one track. Two hours of hearing the same song has killed their business on Tuesdays. Even if they unplug it, it'll still play when they plugged it back up. I've been doing it for two months so far."
"I hired an employee for a restaurant I was playing a part in the opening. The first day the staff was beginning to train, the opening got pushed back by a few days. This guy asked me if he could borrow $100 until the next week when work would resume and the first checks came in. He was a skilled guy and I didn't want to lose him so I loaned him the money out of my pocket. A few days later, when the staff was meant to return to work for the opening, he didn't show up and his phone was disconnected. Never heard from him again...
Cut to a couple years later. The restaurant had been a success and we were preparing to open a second location a few miles away. I am going through resumes to staff the new location when lo and behold, the guys resume shows up in my email. I reached out for him to arrange an interview the next morning, early as possible, to which he complied. Dude didn't even remember the name of the restaurant (it was the same as the first location).
He showed up at 7 am the next morning and was there waiting for me when I came in. I asked a colleague to keep him waiting, which he did for almost an hour. I finally sat down with him and right away asked if he had remembered me or the restaurant at all, to which he said no. I reminded him that I had lent him $100 almost two years ago. He said maybe I had met with his twin brother. I said that if he gave me the money back right then and there, then maybe we could discuss a job. He didn't know what to say, looked completely flummoxed and just meekly denied remembering the incident. So he left. I didn't get my money back but I was at least able to humiliate him and waste his entire morning, and that completely made my day."
"At my previous job, we had separate refrigerators for the different shifts. Our food was constantly being stolen or messed with.
One day, my buddy and I decided to make a nice cherry cheesecake out of cooking lard. We finished it off with graham cracker crust and cut a couple of slices out of it since we knew the thief wouldn't be brazen enough to take the first bite. We chose lard as a less harmful alternative to laxatives or the wrong type of pepper. That stuff can be extremely dangerous. I doubt whoever tried our 'Cherry Greasecake' was even able to swallow a bite. We have heard cream of chicken banana pudding works too but didn't try it, it seems like it would take a lot of work to make it look convincing enough for someone to eat.
Anyways, we never found out who the thief was, but we never had to worry about anyone messing with our food ever again."
"So in my house, the rule is whoever is home first cooks dinner.
I had left the house at 6 am and had walked in the door last of the family (4 of us). My brother had been home all day and hadn't cooked dinner. I asked him why not, to which he replied that HE wasn't hungry.
I stormed over to my parents and dad said he'd buy us takeout. I went and got me, my dad and my mom dinner but not my brother.
When he asked why there was no food for him I looked him dead in the eyes and said: 'Oh but you weren't hungry!'"
"I worked in a restaurant with an idiot in the early days of touchscreen point-of-service systems.
Whenever he forgot to logout, I would enter duplicate orders for his tables under his account. Management thought he was completely moronic and eventually he was even questioning himself.
Meanwhile, the rest of the staff got free food."
"I was on a transatlantic flight and was sitting in the first row of the plane. The woman next to me had a baby and a small child. She sat on the opposite end of the row from me and sat her toddler right next to me leaving an empty seat between her and her kid. I had no issue with any of it until the food arrived and the child started moving around a lot and kicking my computer and was making it impossible for me to eat.
I asked her politely to do something about this and her reply was that it is known that those seats are for people with children. I was so angry I couldn't eat. I took my tiny bottle to the bathroom and filled it up with water. Then I waited.
When she took the kid to the toilet I proceeded to pour the water on the seat next to me. They came back and after 10 minutes the kid said to the mother that he is wet. She sat the child in the other seat and put a towel on the wet seat and sat there.
Didn't say a word to me. I slept the rest of the flight.
Forget people that can't parent and feel like the rest of us need to also deal with their terrible mistakes. She knew the kid was going to move around a lot and she chose not to sit next to him but wanted a complete stranger to endure this for 10 hours."