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casketvamps · 1 year

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one of the bartenders gave me a free shot after i clocked out because tonight was yucky stinky doodoo garbage dogwater bad. i was supposed to practice taking orders but i literally had ZERO!!!!! tabs open all night because every single group in my area refused a server and just wanted to order on the tablets or at the kiosk.

one woman even went up to the bar and was like "oh yeah, my server told me to just order drinks up here" and the bartender knew that i never said that because i'm supposed to be practicing. i knowwww how to input a drink order let me fucking take your order i can deliver it faster than if you used the fucking tablet because tablet orders just kind of sit around until a server has a free moment.

"UM EXCUSE ME, I NEVER GOT MY DRINK WAAHHH" girl you never told a real human person what your order is, i can't see the tablet orders only the bartenders do, which i am not, i'm a fucking sever let me serve you for the love of goddd

AND!!!!! when i clocked in and got out on the floor what's the first thing i see? my sink full of dirty pitchers and a cart with no plates and only like half a pack of napkins left because the party hosts (not regular servers) never clean stuff, they just swarm to your area and touch all your stuff and then leave. HAVE SOME RESPECT AROUND HERE, i know i am also a party host but guess what? i'm gonna clean the fucking goddam sink and restock before i leave. OUGH

#long post #work tag #← i have a feeling i'm going to need that #anyway SORRY i don't wanna be a negative nancy but like. come on #it's only my second day and i feel like i'm working harder than some of the full time people #oo i'm so mad. zero tabs means zero tips i hate the tablets fucking get rid of them throw them in the garbage!!!!!!!!#''oh excuse me. how do i set up a lane?'' go to the BOWLING COUNTER and pay for your time and get your shoes and then sit at the lane #why would you ask me a server how to set up a lane? GO TALK TO THE PEOPLE WHO SET UP THE LANES. AT THE BOWLING COUNTER. FOR BOWLING #i keep thinking of stupid shit that happened to me from all night #watched a kid stick his hands in a stranger's order of fries. that was annoying for the kitchen guys #a guy got too impatient and demanded a refund and then like three minutes later his pizza was ready...#... and he got all mad that he couldn't keep it because we already issued the refund. so haha *we* got your pizza as free snackies

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misssophiachase · 4 years

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For @klaroline-events KC Bingo - “Flower Shop” On FF and AO3

Who says the customer is always right?

You Don’t Bring Me Flowers

“She told me I never give her flowers,” he huffed. “How was I supposed to know that was a thing?”

“Who would have thought that giving someone flowers was a thing,” she shot back wryly. “You’re really asking the owner of this type of establishment that question?”

“You know what I mean,” he insisted. “I can’t do anything right hence my impromptu trip to what is, I’m sure, a very fine establishment.”

“Well, you’re here, so that’s a start,” she murmured. “And as much as I’d love to discuss the merits of giving flowers versus not giving them, it’s sort of busy in here right now so...”

“Oh of course, my apologies,” he replied, shelling over a wad of notes for his purchase.

“How about a card?”

“Why do I need a card? It’s not like she won’t know who they’re from, right?”

Caroline had to resist the urge not to roll her eyes at a customer. If this guy was her boyfriend she’d have dumped him by now. Who was she kidding? She never would have gone out with him in the first place.

Yes, maybe he was kind of attractive with those untamed, blonde locks, short stubble that demanded to be touched and lips the colour of her favourite primrose. But he clearly had no idea about how to be a decent human being.

Call her traditional but Caroline loved flowers and the generous act of giving them, hence why she started her own business five years earlier.

Wild at Heart wasn’t big compared to some shops but what it lacked in size it made up for in its artistic bouquets as well as its warm ambience from the freshly baked, pumpkin scones in the adjoining cafe to her friendly staff. Well, except when Katherine was in a bad mood or hung over.

“A card is an accompaniment to the flowers and allows you to properly convey your message.”

“There’s definitely a message I’d like to convey but not sure it is very card friendly, if you know what I mean?”

Caroline was incredibly curious at his response and had to bite her tongue from responding. The obvious question being why he was buying flowers in the first place? But she could see the long line up of impatient customers behind him and knew they wouldn’t appreciate her views on the matter.

“If that’s the case, I think it’s best we just stick with the flowers.”

Caroline wondered about his choice of flowers too. Most men, who had no idea about flowers, went straight for the roses. Beautiful, yes, but they were a safe option. Mister Sunshine, however, had chosen the namesake at the heart of her shop.

It was a combination of wildflowers. A mixture of Lavender, Daisies, Forget Me Nots and Queen Anne’s Lace to name a few. Although they were her absolute favourites, it was usually the last bouquet to sell in a day. Given it was only 9:09 am this was a first.

“No, I think you might have a point. So, what do you suggest I write?” She could hear the impatient groans from the people behind.

“Look, here’s a card that says To and From,” she gestured to the plainest gift tag they had in the shop. One she only really kept on hand for situations like this. “All you need to do is insert names, easy right? Then you won’t feel the need to share opinions which might negate the positive act of giving flowers in the first place.”

A slight smile tugged at the edges of his mouth and Caroline was struggling not to reciprocate but then she remembered he was an ass.

Before he could reply, she pushed that and the flowers towards him trying to ignore the way those crimson lips curved into a knowing smile followed by a flash of not just one dimple but two.

“Next, please?”

27 hours later

Klaus had been standing outside the shop for a good fifteen minutes. He was debating whether or not to go inside.

He looked down at the flowers he’d purchased yesterday, surprisingly still in relatively good condition given the way she’d thrown them at him.

That would teach him to buy her flowers.

Most people would take the rejection and either re-gift the flowers or throw them in the trash, Klaus, however, thought they were too beautiful for that and decided recycling was probably the best course of action.

It had absolutely nothing to do with the beautiful, sarcastic blonde who’d sold them to him. Well, that’s what he kept telling himself.

“Let me guess, you couldn’t help yourself and gave her the non card friendly version?”

He turned slightly to his left, noticing the familiar blonde watering the flower pots outside the shop. He thought she looked stunning yesterday in a blue sweater, the colour of which he’d committed to memory, but today her jeans and white t-shirt combination was distracting him even more so.

“Excuse me?”

“I couldn’t help but notice that my flowers are firmly grasped in your hand,” she noted. “If you’re looking for a refund I’m afraid...”

“Uh, no, of course not,” he stumbled. “I actually thought you might like them back.”

“I’m assuming they didn’t go down too well with...”

“Rebekah.”

“I’d apologise but given the way you were speaking yesterday I don’t really blame her for thinking you’re probably a bit of an ass.”

“Oh really? Is this how you usually talk to your customers, love?”

“Well, you’ve already paid for the flowers so I figure I’m safe.”

“You think you know me?”

“I know your type.”

“Wow, I’m a type,” he replied. “Please, tell me all about it.”

“You did something wrong and you think buying this Rebekah flowers is going to fix everything. Unfortunately, it doesn’t always work like that.”

“What do you think I did?” Klaus was beginning to get a complex and had no idea that a stranger, albeit a beautiful one, could make him feel so guilty.

“Something bad if you’ve still got those flowers,” she murmured, her blue eyes gazing into his intently. “Maybe Rebekah wants more than flowers, did you ever think of that?”

“How about you?”

“How about me what?”

“If I gave you these flowers, would you like them?”

“I think that’s beside the point and extremely insensitive to poor Rebekah,” she scoffed. “I think I’m starting to realise her issues with you now.”

“Rebekah is my sister.”

“Yeah sure and that guy over there is my husband.” Klaus felt his chest constrict, not realising just how disappointed he was to hear that.

When he’d made the trip, Klaus was secretly hoping she’d agree to go out with him. He knew he hadn’t made the best first impression but he truly felt like there was something between them.

“I’m sorry to hear that, love,” he murmured.

“Hang on, Rebekah really is your sister?”

“Unfortunately and you’re married, so it’s probably best I take my flowers and go.”

“What exactly did you do to your sister, you know besides not giving her flowers enough?”

“Her husband is in the Army and currently stationed in The Middle East. She’s heavily pregnant and incredibly moody and apparently I haven’t lavished enough attention on her. In my defence, she’s been like this since we were children but she’s one hundred times worse now.”

“Well, that I wasn’t expecting.”

“I’ve taken her to every doctor’s appointment even though she complained about my supposed lack of driving skills and I’ve made plenty of late night trips to the store to buy the most disgusting combinations of foods to fulfil her voracious appetite. Then I thought flowers might help but apparently they weren’t to her taste.”

“Wow, you’ve been needing to get that off your chest for a while, huh?”

“You have no idea. I love her but she drives me crazy,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry to download on you, I should really let you get back to work.”

“I’m curious, why did you pick those flowers?” He looked down at them noting the diverse array of colours and shapes. He’d found himself immediately drawn to them in the shop but not exactly sure why at the time.

“My sister, as it turns out, wanted roses, hence the tantrum. I suppose I thought these were understated, but at the same time wild and unexpected in a really beautiful way.”

“They grow not far from here actually,” she shared. “I usually go out and pick them a couple of times a week if you wanted to come with me?”

Was she asking him out? Klaus couldn’t believe it, his initial disappointment a distant memory.

“Your husband won’t mind?” She gave him a wicked smile, a slight blush crossing her creamy cheeks.

“I won’t tell him if you don’t tell Rebekah,” she teased.

When they married three years later, the bridal party carried wildflowers Caroline had picked herself. Rebekah’s daughter Florence was the flower girl and Klaus promised in his vows to always write a card to accompany his flowers even if she knew they were from him.

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