This guy comes up to the window that has a sign on it saying we are closed shouts “are you guys open?” I tell him no we don’t have any power. He asks for a burger anyway. Then asks for fries, because I guess he thinks our fryers run on pixie dust not electricity.
This has a backstory. I work at a fast food joint that once had a crew of cartoon characters in the 90’s. It was nearing the end of my shift, and I was tired. We had been a little short handed nearly all day, and around 2, still getting a little rush of people. Me and one other person were on drive thru. I was order taker, and she was running and presenting the food. I was trying to get the drinks ready and a car pulls up. I can easily multi-task with making drinks and taking orders, I ask her what they wanted.
She starts talking really fast, and says she wants a large chicken nugget, a few burgers, and sodas, and a few other things. I was perplexed, because a large chicken nugget? Did she want the meal, and if so, large sized? Or did she want the 20 nugget (largest piece nugget we have)? I don’t know what a large chicken nugget is. I managed to get most of the order down, and asked her if she wanted the meal or what she meant. I guess I offended her, because she screams “Will you wait a damn minute?!”
Wait a damn minute? I’m sorry, I actually can’t wait a damn minute, because my shift is almost over, and I’d like to get you through the drive thru as fast as possible without screwing up your order. I so badly wanted to go off on her, but I told her the above nicely.
Thankfully, the guy that was in the car jumped in, apologized, and confirmed everything and clarified the order. Sorry, but you do not swear at me, while I’m working. I can stand and deal with uppity people, I can handle aggressive and upset customers, the one thing I will not stand for, is if you swear at me. Yell all you want to my face, that is fine, but if you swear, I won’t hold back. Especially if I’m trying to get your order correct, so you don’t have fuel to come back and bitch and moan.
Not the normal submission I know but I felt the need to share. All I can say is that I feel bad for the robin that had to make that drink.
I used to work at a famous little place that is often called Taco Hell. I’ve dealt with everything from being honked at, to getting asked out at the window, to [expertly] dodging a slushie being thrown at my head [I managed to shut my window just in time]. And you know what? I miss it.
I was actually getting paid more, had more hours, and the staff there didn’t give me crap for having a disability [I have a freaking tumor in my leg that’s pressing on a nerve; walking is cripplingly painful. I have to limp everywhere.], and they actually cared about me.
I was good at my job.
Why did I leave?
Oh, yeah. Because my jackass [newly transferred into our store] manager told me to “shut up” three times, to my face, for being RIGHT. And being a two-faced bitch to me, and my fellow employees in general. She is the only thing keeping me from going back.
Now you know!:)