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I've recently discovered the wonderous pleasure that is an Original Chik-fil-a sammich, and they are a rare treat because the closest one is 45 min away. So, needless to say, I enjoy while I can. Also, I am overly protective of my food (small brothers will do that to you)
I had already ordered my fresh-fried chicken deliciousness, and was patiently waiting to the side of the register (mall food court - so there was really nowhere else to wait that was out-of-the-way) and picked up some napkins and a straw. This rather large woman who was behind me shoved her way up to the register - and I mean shoved, as apparently I wasn't far enough away from the register for her (strike 1). She orders several sandwiches and sides to go rather pissed offedly (as though it was such a BIG and TERRIBLE deal that she had to go get food). ((strike 2)) Just as she finishes, my order is called out and set on the counter in front of me - this twatbag grabs it and makes to leave..
Me: Excuse you! That's my order!
TB: *Gives me a "you're retarded" look* No it's not. (keep in mind I had ordered ONE sandwich ONLY - so the bag was SMALL)
Awesome Cashier: Yes, ma'am it is hers. You just ordered yours not two minutes ago - it'll be up in a few minutes.
TB: So? How do you know it's not the first part of MY order?
((STRIKE F*CKING THREE))
Me: Because *I* was ahead of you in line - *I* paid before you and *I* only order one f@cking sandwich you fat f@cking cow!
Just so you know, I didn't yell and - no, I'm not proud of that last bit - I get low blood sugar sometimes and any little thing will set me off - especially someone denying me FOOD to fix the problem.
Twatbag practically threw the bag at me and huffed off to her little gaggle of friends. Awesome cashier was holding back laughter as she helped the next guy in line, and I found myself a quiet place to sit and enjoy my chicken-y awesome.
I had already ordered my fresh-fried chicken deliciousness, and was patiently waiting to the side of the register (mall food court - so there was really nowhere else to wait that was out-of-the-way) and picked up some napkins and a straw. This rather large woman who was behind me shoved her way up to the register - and I mean shoved, as apparently I wasn't far enough away from the register for her (strike 1). She orders several sandwiches and sides to go rather pissed offedly (as though it was such a BIG and TERRIBLE deal that she had to go get food). ((strike 2)) Just as she finishes, my order is called out and set on the counter in front of me - this twatbag grabs it and makes to leave..
Me: Excuse you! That's my order!
TB: *Gives me a "you're retarded" look* No it's not. (keep in mind I had ordered ONE sandwich ONLY - so the bag was SMALL)
Awesome Cashier: Yes, ma'am it is hers. You just ordered yours not two minutes ago - it'll be up in a few minutes.
TB: So? How do you know it's not the first part of MY order?
((STRIKE F*CKING THREE))
Me: Because *I* was ahead of you in line - *I* paid before you and *I* only order one f@cking sandwich you fat f@cking cow!
Just so you know, I didn't yell and - no, I'm not proud of that last bit - I get low blood sugar sometimes and any little thing will set me off - especially someone denying me FOOD to fix the problem.
Twatbag practically threw the bag at me and huffed off to her little gaggle of friends. Awesome cashier was holding back laughter as she helped the next guy in line, and I found myself a quiet place to sit and enjoy my chicken-y awesome.
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