My father came over to my house yesterday and wanted to take my son out. So out the three of us went. Dad says he is getting hungry so up to the craptacular establishment of Burger King we go. NOthing against he employees there I just think the food is gross and avoid it at all costs when I can.
So here we are at the drive thru. Dad asks me what I want, I say a whopper junior with cheese and a small fry with a water.
Dad gives my order no problem.
Then comes my dads order.
D: Dad
PD: Poor drive thru worker
D: I want a whopper meal
PD: Do you want cheese with that?
D: Did I say I wanted cheese with that?
PD: No sir, will that be all?
D: Yes
PD: Ok your total is blah blah blah, please drive to the window.
Well we are stuck at the drive thru box. They were busy. Which is no big deal to me, but dad goes into a tiraid. Which is beautiful but all I can hope is the poor girl working drive thru can't hear him. I remember listening to idiots in the drive thru when I worked for Arby's. I love when they don't realize I and everyone in the store could hear them. Yes I worked at an atiquated Arby's. So anyway here we go.
D: Dad
M: Me of course
D: What kind of idiot do you have to be to work here?
M: Dad I used to work in fast food am I an idiot?
D: Well your different, you worked fast food while in high school.
M: Doesn't matter, sometimes you take the job you can get. Doesn't mean you're an idiot.
D: Well if someone doesn't say cheese then they don't want cheese.
(God dad just shut up, I know some questions are just so ingrained when you work in a place that you ask them anyway)
M: Dad you know she can probably hear everything you are saying.
D: Probably too dumb to understnad we are talking about her anyway.
M: I hope they spit in your food.
So we get up to the window, and she has the head phones in her ears. She gives my dad this sickly sweet smile as he hands her his money. Looks at me in the passenger seat and you can see the smile change to a genuine one.
My father is a pompus prima dona, so I am sorry for anyone who has to serve him.
So here we are at the drive thru. Dad asks me what I want, I say a whopper junior with cheese and a small fry with a water.
Dad gives my order no problem.
Then comes my dads order.
D: Dad
PD: Poor drive thru worker
D: I want a whopper meal
PD: Do you want cheese with that?
D: Did I say I wanted cheese with that?
PD: No sir, will that be all?
D: Yes
PD: Ok your total is blah blah blah, please drive to the window.
Well we are stuck at the drive thru box. They were busy. Which is no big deal to me, but dad goes into a tiraid. Which is beautiful but all I can hope is the poor girl working drive thru can't hear him. I remember listening to idiots in the drive thru when I worked for Arby's. I love when they don't realize I and everyone in the store could hear them. Yes I worked at an atiquated Arby's. So anyway here we go.
D: Dad
M: Me of course
D: What kind of idiot do you have to be to work here?
M: Dad I used to work in fast food am I an idiot?
D: Well your different, you worked fast food while in high school.
M: Doesn't matter, sometimes you take the job you can get. Doesn't mean you're an idiot.
D: Well if someone doesn't say cheese then they don't want cheese.
(God dad just shut up, I know some questions are just so ingrained when you work in a place that you ask them anyway)
M: Dad you know she can probably hear everything you are saying.
D: Probably too dumb to understnad we are talking about her anyway.
M: I hope they spit in your food.
So we get up to the window, and she has the head phones in her ears. She gives my dad this sickly sweet smile as he hands her his money. Looks at me in the passenger seat and you can see the smile change to a genuine one.
My father is a pompus prima dona, so I am sorry for anyone who has to serve him.
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