I've work for the past 6 years at a small, local custard stand. There's a walk-up window in front with a large patio and three picnic tables. There's also a drive-thru on the side of the building.
A few summers ago, I was working a day shift when the light in drive-thru goes on, signaling that a car is driving through. So I cross the store and open the window, not to see a car, but to see a motorized scooter being driven through by a very large woman.
Me: A cute college girl with a wonderful smile.
CSL: Crazy Scooter Lady
Me: *slightly confused* Hi, how can I help you?
CSL: You're not handicap accessible are you?
Me: Umm, yeah we are, there's a ramp by the handicap parking spaces.
CSL: *twisting and yelling over her shoulder* GIRLS! GO AROUND! THEY GOT A RAMP! *CSL proceeds to swivel her chair 180 degrees and drive backwards out of the drive-thru.*
Me: Oh geez...Please don't let a car be coming through...
I go back up front to see not only CSL but two of her friends (similar in size), also in motorized wheelchairs. Everyone orders, all getting a hot dog and some custard. Then wheel themselves to a picnic table to eat. I continue serving customers and such. Several minutes later, I hear a knock on the pick-up window. I open it to reveal one of the scooter ladies...Out of her scooter! I get her whatever she needs and lean out the window to see one lady completely out of her scooter and the two others lounging with their legs propped up on the picnic table. Obviously, these women are not technically handicapped...Just fat and lazy.
Anyways, for the rest of that season, CSL has made it a nearly daily occurrence to show up, taste every thing in our store, and basically annoy the crap out of me. She regularly showed up in the most disgusting, multi-stained t-shirts and, to top it off, obviously bra-less. ::shudder::
Whenever ordering, she would insist on staying at the order window and not move the two feet over to the pick-up window. COME ON! All you have to do it push the little lever! Is it really that much of a strain on your poor, chubby, sausage-like finger??
And just as a side-note, our stand is at the end of a bridge which CSL had to cross everyday to get to us. We could, literally, see her coming from a mile away. A good friend and coworker of mine, would start singing "Flight of the Valkyries" every time he saw her crossing the bridge.
A few summers ago, I was working a day shift when the light in drive-thru goes on, signaling that a car is driving through. So I cross the store and open the window, not to see a car, but to see a motorized scooter being driven through by a very large woman.
Me: A cute college girl with a wonderful smile.
CSL: Crazy Scooter Lady
Me: *slightly confused* Hi, how can I help you?
CSL: You're not handicap accessible are you?
Me: Umm, yeah we are, there's a ramp by the handicap parking spaces.
CSL: *twisting and yelling over her shoulder* GIRLS! GO AROUND! THEY GOT A RAMP! *CSL proceeds to swivel her chair 180 degrees and drive backwards out of the drive-thru.*
Me: Oh geez...Please don't let a car be coming through...
I go back up front to see not only CSL but two of her friends (similar in size), also in motorized wheelchairs. Everyone orders, all getting a hot dog and some custard. Then wheel themselves to a picnic table to eat. I continue serving customers and such. Several minutes later, I hear a knock on the pick-up window. I open it to reveal one of the scooter ladies...Out of her scooter! I get her whatever she needs and lean out the window to see one lady completely out of her scooter and the two others lounging with their legs propped up on the picnic table. Obviously, these women are not technically handicapped...Just fat and lazy.
Anyways, for the rest of that season, CSL has made it a nearly daily occurrence to show up, taste every thing in our store, and basically annoy the crap out of me. She regularly showed up in the most disgusting, multi-stained t-shirts and, to top it off, obviously bra-less. ::shudder::
Whenever ordering, she would insist on staying at the order window and not move the two feet over to the pick-up window. COME ON! All you have to do it push the little lever! Is it really that much of a strain on your poor, chubby, sausage-like finger??
And just as a side-note, our stand is at the end of a bridge which CSL had to cross everyday to get to us. We could, literally, see her coming from a mile away. A good friend and coworker of mine, would start singing "Flight of the Valkyries" every time he saw her crossing the bridge.

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