I Hate Canadians! Part DUHHH!

Oh my fucking god! And it continues...

So I get to work at 4, and I'm scheduled to work Guest Service, so I was up there for a few minutes and Karen came and got me because a bus was at Food Ave. A bus FULL of Canadians! Oh joy! So I head on over there, and was there for the better part of the next 2 hours. Shortly after the first bus full of asswipes left, yet another pulled up. I wanted to shoot myself/everyone there.

Here goes:
For some God damn reason, about 80% of them order hot dogs. What the fuck is so special about hot dogs from a Target snack bar, I'll never know. Anyways, this old lady gets one and comes back up a few seconds later. She tells us there was something wrong. We looked, and she had poured the Mountain Dew Icee all over her hot dog. Why? She thought it was "mustard." Ok, there were 4 people over there helping out and we all burst out into laughter. How dumb can you be!? My God, do you need me to tell you where to wipe after you shit too?

Well, besides being dumb, they are EXTREMELY rude. It's even worse in Food Ave. Where to begin?

Okay, when they walk up they ask the dumbest questions. What do you have to drink? Besides the 10 foot wall of what we fucking carry, gee I don't fucking know! I looked at the guy like he was retarded. Also when they order, they still haven't made up their minds. What comes with this? How much is that? It's all on the fucking board!!! See the picture of the hot dog and drink, so a fucking hot dog and a fucking drink come with it, do you not understand pictures!? They also have shitloads of change that they take their precious time counting out. Nevermind the 25 people behind you, take your sweet fucking time counting out pennies, ass. Then they all yell at you because they can't hear you because your busmates are talking to them still deciding what to get.

There was this group of women that told me their bus was leaving in 2 minutes, so I better hurry up. Excuse me? Maybe quit shifting the damn responsibility onto me. You knew the bus was leaving, and you have to get on it, so you should leave enough time to get food and eat before getting on the bus. Don't think your smartass comments are going to inspire me to help you. Personally, I'd like to see you miss the bus and yell at me, so I could really tell you how I feel about you. It's not like you told me before you ordered, or after it was taking a while, you decided to tell me right after you ordered. Well fuck you.

So after they order, I gave them their change and told them their order number, and told them we would call them when it was ready. Well, apparently they only fucking heard about their change because it was ANNOYING. As soon as they were done ordering, they walked over 2 steps to where you pick up stuff, and expected it to be done. Yeah ok, your cheeseburgers and fries are done in the 3 seconds. It's Target, we have to make everything as ordered...it will take a while, sit the fuck down. We were freaking out on them telling them to sit down, but some refused and kept asking about their order. In a bus of 50, yours isn't going to be ready right away. Well, when someone's was done, the people standing there kept asking if it was theirs. NO, YOU JUST FUCKING ORDERED, SIT DOWN! So we got most of them to sit down, and so when the food was actually ready we called the order number and what it was comprised of. A few didn't come up for a few minutes. Yes, the very same people who were bitching about where theirs was, were now sitting on their thumbs being stupid. Then when they did come up, they asked us 10 times if it was theirs. We asked what they ordered, and clearly that was the food sitting in front of them. A friend I was working with was yelling yes and shoving food at them.

But the worst was when they left. No, I was elated when they left, but they left ALL their fucking garbage on the fucking tables. Okay, once again it's a snack bar, not a full service restaurant, and if it is, I expect a fucking tip. There are 3 garbages by the 2 exits, and 2 garbages by the pop/condiments. Don't fucking tell me you can't clean up after yourself. It is so disgusting cleaning up half-eaten food that was ate by someone else. And of course, as I was cleaning it up, I made it known to everyone sitting around there that it was disgusting, hoping they would get the hint. They didn't, but then again they are Canadian. I also hear from some of my friends at real restaurants that Canadians don't tip. I would probably kill them if I didn't get a tip.

Well, as you can fucking see from my 2 hours of being over there, I accumulated this whole post of hatred.

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