Regulars, the bane of my existence

[p1x3lat3d]

I work at a fairly large bakery cafe chain and there are a ton of regulars that come in every single day. For the most part, these are some of the sweetest people. They know our names (and we know theirs) and they're fairly awesome. But there is a handful of them that think because they come in every day, they own the place and have every right to

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[ceredonia]

Every story is reminding me of asshole regulars at work. I seriously understand your pain. We have those regulars who come in every day or every weekend or whatever, or even people who randomly call about a movie, and fucking EXPECT us to have it at the counter when they get there. Am I your fucking personal assistant? I don't think that's in my job description. Those people bother me the most, the ones who think they're entitled to things, or discounts because they've been there a long time, and so on. Ugh.
I wish you could just smack someone. I swear, if we EVER close, I'm taking that last week to just tell people how I really fucking feel about them.

[p1x3lat3d]

If only I had the luxury to do this. During our breakfast and lunch rushes, the most I can do is hope and pray that I don't ring out the dicks. We're not allowed to leave our registers between the hours of 7-9 and 11:15-12:45. We seriously have to ask permission to use the restroom.

[the_stalinist]

You need to get a liquor store job. Other than wine wankers (who actually sound a lot like your pain in the ass regulars) our regulars fucking rule.

It sounds like you deal with a lot of more, ahem, moneyed people. Nothing wrong with that at all, but they can be among the most demanding customers. I don't think they're used to hearing the word no.

Sorry to hear your regulars are fuckbags.