I hate ketchup. I also hate assholes who yell at cashiers for something completely not their fault.
About a month ago, my boyfriend, his two roommates, and I go to a wedding. I had totally rolled a 20 on my "Play Kings for maybe 10 hours and get waaaaay destroyed" save.
It's rare that I drink to excess, even more rare that I drink to hangover. So the next morning when we go to Wendy's, I am NOT HAPPY. I get my usual meal and sit down. As soon as I've sat down, I remember I need something for my fries, and since I hate ketchup, that means a sauce. My boyfriend is ordering, so I politely butt in and ask for a sauce. Wait, when did they start charging for sauces? Uh, okay, I give a dollar to my boyfriend and the cashier adds it to his order. Done and done. Oh sweet n sour, how I love thee!
His roommate J had just ordered and remembered that he too wanted an extra sauce. Only J doesn't like change; it's not that he can't afford to pay or thinks it's unreasonable, he just doesn't like it when something is different than before. He doesn't ask to see a manager or decline the sauce, because why be an adult when you can sniffle like a little girl with a skinned knee? J starts arguing with the cashier. After a few minutes, he pays the frickin $.20, making sure to complain loudly. The rest of us are enjoying our food and reminising about our favourite parts of the wedding and parties. J is CONTINUING to complain, stating over and over about how stupid and unfair it is. I think the whole restaurant got it the first 15 times you whined.
Now, normally, I am just all sunshine and puppies and cookies. When I drink about 50 gin and tonics, get my face drawn on, and have to sit in a car for 6 hours, I get a little snappy. J and I normally don't get alone so well, but this was just plain childish. I pull $.20 out of my pocket, slap it on the table, and explain that if he was going to keep crying about it, I was gonna push him out of the car once we hit the Turnpike. He opens his mouth to snap back, my boyfriend puts up a hand. "Dude, seriously, I'll let her. The only thing stupid here is that you're freaking out about this. If you're not going to shut up, you should apologize to the cashier for being an asshole."![Kiss](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/kiss.gif)
J ends up sulking in the car while we finish our food. When we were leaving, our cashier was walking back into the dining room from outside. All three of us apologized for J's behavior. She accepted gracefully, saying "Hearing your threats was funny enough to make up for it!".
I still refuse to go eat out with J. And I still love Wendy's sweet n sour sauce enough to pay for it and not complain.
About a month ago, my boyfriend, his two roommates, and I go to a wedding. I had totally rolled a 20 on my "Play Kings for maybe 10 hours and get waaaaay destroyed" save.
![Drinking](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/drinking.gif)
His roommate J had just ordered and remembered that he too wanted an extra sauce. Only J doesn't like change; it's not that he can't afford to pay or thinks it's unreasonable, he just doesn't like it when something is different than before. He doesn't ask to see a manager or decline the sauce, because why be an adult when you can sniffle like a little girl with a skinned knee? J starts arguing with the cashier. After a few minutes, he pays the frickin $.20, making sure to complain loudly. The rest of us are enjoying our food and reminising about our favourite parts of the wedding and parties. J is CONTINUING to complain, stating over and over about how stupid and unfair it is. I think the whole restaurant got it the first 15 times you whined.
Now, normally, I am just all sunshine and puppies and cookies. When I drink about 50 gin and tonics, get my face drawn on, and have to sit in a car for 6 hours, I get a little snappy. J and I normally don't get alone so well, but this was just plain childish. I pull $.20 out of my pocket, slap it on the table, and explain that if he was going to keep crying about it, I was gonna push him out of the car once we hit the Turnpike. He opens his mouth to snap back, my boyfriend puts up a hand. "Dude, seriously, I'll let her. The only thing stupid here is that you're freaking out about this. If you're not going to shut up, you should apologize to the cashier for being an asshole."
![Kiss](https://www.customerssuck.com/board/core/images/smilies/kiss.gif)
J ends up sulking in the car while we finish our food. When we were leaving, our cashier was walking back into the dining room from outside. All three of us apologized for J's behavior. She accepted gracefully, saying "Hearing your threats was funny enough to make up for it!".
I still refuse to go eat out with J. And I still love Wendy's sweet n sour sauce enough to pay for it and not complain.
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