Female Harasser (Parnelli?) Today

Today at work, a couple of women came in, who, I think, knew who I was and whose sole reason for being there was to harass me.

One of them spoke up and complained the whole time, and the other was quiet, but both tried to stiff the check. The thing is, these women were very well-groomed, attractive/pretty, and had nice upper-end clothing on with black wool coats/trenches. Dark brown hair.

Both ordered turkey burgers. I served them and the one said loudly, so everyone could hear: "Is this a turkey burger? Because this doesn't taste like a turkey burger." I told her it was and that wasn't good enough. She continued to claim it wasn't or didn't taste like one. Then, I left and was helping others and she complains, so everyone can hear: "I ordered a diet and you gave me regular." I told her it was diet. I knew it was. She still complained.

And this sort of thing can be typical, but it was like she was getting a kick out of it, and then would feign a sweet tone and expression.

I told her I'd give her another, and I took it upon myself--the blame, even though I knew I was right. Instead of embarrassing her, I allowed the embarrassment to fall upon me and I said, "Perhaps I mixed it up." I tried to employ "the customer is always right" even though I knew she was wrong. So I took it away, and then I tasted it myself, and it WAS diet, and I was pissed by her condescending attitude, so I filled up a new one and let her know Diet Pepsi is sweeter than Diet Coke and perhaps this was why she had been mistaken.

At the end, I took their cards and I noted their names. I figured they were signing for it so I didn't memorize their names. But when I went back to their table to pick up the signed copies (which have their names printed at the bottom), they weren't there. I said I didn't have their signed copies and they both looked at me and insisted I had already taken them away. I had NOT and I knew so, because the only place I put the receipts is in the apron pocket. I've never lost a receipt, to date. Ever. And they had two of them, and I hadn't rung in their charges. I knew I had given them a pen and that was the last of it.

So they sat there, lying to me and I said I'd have to run it again and the one woman complained loudly again. I said then, to just give me their customer copies and sign those and I'd give them another duplicate. The customer copies, which they wanted me to take instead of the originals, didn't have their names on them. So they gave them to me, and the one who was always complaining didn't even sign her name.

The woman still didn't quit. After I said they could sign the copies and not the originals, the one woman said loudly, "Well you're going to give me a COPY of that, right?!" and claimed she wouldn't have a copy if I didn't when she would, because she and her friend had pocketed the receipts. I said yes I would and she asked again and I said yes. Then, I was leaving the room, and she says loudly, over her shoulder, "You're getting a copy, right?!" AGAIN. I looked at her and finally said in an even tone: "I TOLD you I WOULD."

However, I remembered she'd been the one with the Visa and the other had the Amex, and since I couldn't remember their names, I wrote down their credit card numbers and expiration dates, for identification purposes, should any agency ever be interested.

I am tempted to post them online. The one woman, who was harassing me, had a last name to the effect of: Parnelli or Parinelli or Peranelli. It was clearly Italian, and I just figured these women knew who I was and were probably pissed about what I'd been writing, and decided to mess around with me.

I've taken all kinds of complaints about food before, and it's no big deal. You get that in customer service and it doesn't bother me. But I had a worse feeling about these women, that they were there intentionally, to screw with me, and I didn't like it. The fact they didn't want me to have their names, indicates they might know I have a blog.

I just might publish their card numbers. Of course no one would use them, because we all know, if anything, these women might even have husbands who work in the FBI or DOJ and could get in trouble.

These women are, I'll bet, Catholic, both of them, and they or their husbands are in some sort of government position, or just in with another hate group that doesn't like me.

The one who harassed the most was very tall, about 5'10 at least. She had shoulder-length dark brown hair and was white.

If the name was Parnelli, I've noted there are several in the race car business, and I do know Abbey attorney Dick Whittemore was a major supporter and had NASCAR as one of his favorite hobbies and interests. But I just don't know for sure. I might have to publish those credit card numbers so someone else can track their ID down for me, and draw the connections.

I really don't think it's Parnelli though, because that's too close to "Parnell" and I would've noticed. It was longer than that. I may end up posting at least her credit card info, even if I don't post her friends (who was as much in on it). Her hair was straight too, not curly.