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Okay, I was waiting in line at a local McDonald's. There were very few customers in the restaurant, and soon I was the only person left waiting on line.
Two teenaged girls enter the restaurant, laughing and giggling, and head toward the counter.
One of the cashiers finishes helping a customer, and calls out for the next person.
Just as I start to head toward her register, those two girls come up, walk right past me, and up to the cashier, and start telling her what they want.
The cashier looks a little confused, and seems unsure what to do.
"Excuse me," I say to the girls, in what I hoped was a polite tone of voice. "I think I was actually next. I've been waiting here."
The girls just look at me for a second, and then slowly step aside, letting me walk up to the register. They look at each other with expressions that seemed to be saying, "Do you believe this?"
One of them huffed and said, "I thought it was supposed to be 'Ladies first!'"
The other huffed as well, and said, "I guess chivalry is dead!"
I didn't want to cause any more trouble, so I just ignored them.
The manager (who was a woman herself), however, did not hesitate. She came over and sharply told the girls that they had to wait in line just like everybody else.
"If you can't handle that," she said, "then you're welcome to take your business elsewhere."
I swear . . . These girls looked as if the manager had just hit them. The manager, who looked supremely unconcerned, simply turned and went on about her business.
The girls didn't say anything else, but just sort of stood there and grumbled under their breath until another register opened up. I got my food, thanked the cashier, and left.
Since then, I've made it a point to give as much business as possible to that McDonald's. I like managers who stand up to SCs.
Two teenaged girls enter the restaurant, laughing and giggling, and head toward the counter.
One of the cashiers finishes helping a customer, and calls out for the next person.
Just as I start to head toward her register, those two girls come up, walk right past me, and up to the cashier, and start telling her what they want.
The cashier looks a little confused, and seems unsure what to do.
"Excuse me," I say to the girls, in what I hoped was a polite tone of voice. "I think I was actually next. I've been waiting here."
The girls just look at me for a second, and then slowly step aside, letting me walk up to the register. They look at each other with expressions that seemed to be saying, "Do you believe this?"
One of them huffed and said, "I thought it was supposed to be 'Ladies first!'"
The other huffed as well, and said, "I guess chivalry is dead!"
I didn't want to cause any more trouble, so I just ignored them.
The manager (who was a woman herself), however, did not hesitate. She came over and sharply told the girls that they had to wait in line just like everybody else.
"If you can't handle that," she said, "then you're welcome to take your business elsewhere."
I swear . . . These girls looked as if the manager had just hit them. The manager, who looked supremely unconcerned, simply turned and went on about her business.
The girls didn't say anything else, but just sort of stood there and grumbled under their breath until another register opened up. I got my food, thanked the cashier, and left.
Since then, I've made it a point to give as much business as possible to that McDonald's. I like managers who stand up to SCs.
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