describe the worst service u ever got from someone.?

Question

what did they do to u?

Answer 1

Waitress seated me at a restaurant and then NEVER came back. I had to get my own drink, napkins, and silverware. (It was at Pizza Hut, buffet lunch) I didn't leave a tip and she said something. I said What do I need to tip you for all you did was walk me to a booth, which I would've done myself. She was rude so I told her manager why I didn't leave her a tip and after her rudeness I knew I made the right decision. The Manager, named Rita, was worse then the waitress. I will NEVER go back to Pizza Hut again. The one where I live is beyond help and so rude.

Answer 2

I was paying for a trolley load full of groceries. The check-out chick looked bored with her job and made no attempt at small talk or anything. I gave her my card to pay for my groceries, she swiped it and while waiting for the register to print out a receipt - she used my card to scrape out the gunk from underneath her long fingernails. I was disgusted.

But this is not the worst service I ever had. That happened in a hairdressing salon. I have long, fine, curly hair and asked for some blonde streaks and a trim. I could not have my regular cutter - who understands the difficulty of cutting curly hair. An extremely rude young woman told me she knew what I wanted - but then proceeded to tell me what I should have. I should have said "thank you but I think we have a communication problem"- and left - but I was not too brave in those days. She painted chemicals all over my hair and would not listen when I told her my scalp was burning. She actually left the salon and came back reeking of cigarette smoke. I begged for some help from some of the other hairdressers - but they were too busy getting a wedding party ready for their big day. When the chemicals were washed out of my hair - it was seriously damaged - so, she applied some kind of treatment - and then cut my hair in some weirdo Tina Turner kind of style - pulling it all straight with a dryer and wide brush. A lot of my hair ended up wound up in the brush. It just broke off. I actually paid for this. To this day - I think I was in shock. My scalp was itchy and flakey for months - but the worst damage was to my hair. If you can visualize long spindly strands of coconut dyed a straw kind of yellow - that is what my hair looked like. Most of it broke off at the scalp and I had many bald patches. It took a good year for my hair to look presentable. These days - I would sue!

Answer 3

McDonalds chocolate milkshake that looked more like vanilla. it was the end of the world at the time.

Answer 4

we were stopped in kentucky on a roadtrip and went to cracker barrel, the waitress was snapping at ALL her customers, and everyone was just shaking their heads, but when my husband asked her for a glass of tomato juice added to his order and she snapped at him, he stood up, told her wasnt going to take this sh*t, and walked out with all of us in tow, stopped on the way out and told the manager what happened, then we proceeded to park our RV in thier lot and make breakfast for ourselves!!!

Answer 5

Ahhh. Teeth. I hate getting served and the teeth keep scratching you.

Answer 6

we were at the O Club, officers club on base, and my friend ordered the prime rib. The waitress, when delivering our food, anonced that there was no more prime rib, and instead of asking what my friend wanted to replace it, she gave her two hamburgers, to replace the prime rib

Answer 7

i went 2 pizza hut and the pizza they served us didnt even look like it was cooked... we left quickly.

Answer 8

We had the worst guide ever in Nicaragua one Easter. We were visiting a number of places, but among the highlights were León and Granada, where Easter is celebrated in a really big way.

First of all, we had difficulty making ourselves understood in English. I was more than happy to speak Spanish to him, but he insisted on labouring on in English and not really communicating. He hadn't done his homework and I was having to tell him all about how Good Friday was celebrated in León, from my guide book. He didn't believe me, but we insisted on going to see the famous "carpets" made out of flowers, without which it would have been pointless to have been there. He conferred with the hotel proprietress, who in her infinite wisdom persuaded him to cancel our seaside trip the next day without consulting us so as to show us around León. It turned out (surprise, surprise!) that all the museums and other places of interest were closed that day. When we insisted on taking the seaside trip that we had paid for, it was in a ramshackle taxi, as our good car had been cancelled. Contrary to what he and the hotellier had said, the seaside town was not too crowded and very pleasant.

In Granada he failed to tell us about the firework display to mark the arrival of Easter (we managed to get to it anyway under our own steam) and as we continued on our journey he suppressed a visit to the top of a volcano on the grounds that it was "closed for servicing). Wow! If volcanos could be closed down many of the world's problems could be sorted out! We insisted on visiting it on our way back to Granada and it turned out to be a complete fabrication on his part. By now he was sulking about something, although we honestly hadn't said or done anything, and wouldn't even sit with us when we took public transport. We realised that he resented our wanting to see things when he was eager to get back to Granada and take a bus home. He didn't bother to guide us round the volcano and we had to do it ourselves with the help of written signs. When we had finally shaken him off (I didn't want to tip him but we did anyway) we had other surprises in store. Wandering around by ourselves, we discovered that during a tour of the town in which he was supposed to tell us all about the national poet Rubén Darío we had walked past Rubén Darío's house without having it pointed out to us. Going to a restaurant which we had visited with him and which he had been in a hurry to leave, we discovered that it was in fact a place of extreme historical interest, having been the site of a battle in the nineteenth century. General William Walker had taken shelter in the building and one of the internal walls, which he hadn't seen fit to show us, was riddled with bullet marks and had an interesting historical display. We felt quite upset at the idea of having been almost deprived of that interesting piece of history thanks to him.

We could accept that a guide might not be very clued up (we have perhaps been spoilt in the past), but he could at least have had a peep at the odd guide book, informed himself of when things were closed over Easter, consulted us rather than the hotel proprietor before cancelling trips and been less concerned with clock watching. (He even insisted on our leaving a museum which we were interested in at 4 pm because he wanted time off and wouldn't allow us to stroll back to the hotel under our own steam!) He could, moreover, at least have been polite on that final day when he wouldn't even sit with us. He has my accolade for the worst guide ever.