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So today management saw fit to place me in the back window as they do almost every saturday afternoon and I had a few sucky moments but nothing really surprising. Now the weather was a little cold but not enough to numb my fingers and the wind was rather bipolar as well, not a good time for assholes to leave their dollar bills on the window sill...
Me: the self-proclaimed bitch
DB: douchebag without any home training
Me: (with hand out ready to collect) "$X.XX please."
DB: "Here." (takes out a bunch of wadded up dollar bills and sits them on the window sill when it's obviously windy out)
Me: (Has to un crumble EACH INDIVIDUAL DOLLAR) "That's not a good idea to do that sir because it could blow away it being windy and all. My mom always told me never to put money on a counter like that because it's rude..." and don't think I'm chasing after it if it does
DB: (all dumb-like) "What?"
Me:
(grumble) "Nothing, nevermind."
DB: (mumbles something and puts the rest of his change ON THE WINDOW SILL)
Me: Your ass is grass (gritting teeth) "Thank you..."
Then I was placed on a register on the front line. My FIRST order was sucky. There was an older man with his wife and presumably his granddaughter.
OM: "I want double hamburger meal."
Me: (making sure he said double hamburger and not double cheeseburger) "You said double hamburger right?"
OM: (rudely, as though I were insulting his intelligence, or lack thereof) "Yes..."
His wife merely smiled weakly while holding the child, I think she too sensed the wad of bullshit about to issue from his mouth.
Me: "Okaaay, just asking, anything else?"
OM: "Yes. A #4."
Me: "With or without cheese?" (Making sure this order is rung up correctly so I don't have to see his face again)
OM: (rolls eyes and sighs as though I'm not supposed to be making sure his food is made the right way) "Without."
Me: "Okay, and is this for here or to go?" (I tend to forget to ask that and he seems like the kind of guy who'd get offended if you bagged his food when he wanted to dine in instead)
OM: (sighs again and glares) Oh shit...here we go "Are you paying any attention? There are three of us here, can't you see that? We're not done yet!"(at this point I'm shaking from the urge to cuss him out and tell him where he can go while his wife tries to calm him down, only to be shrugged off)
Well excuse the fuck outta me! Now, just because you you have a kid with you doesn't mean you're ordering for her too, in fact, you could have just been getting something for yourself. I'm not Miss Cleo and I can't forsee your intentions for being here, so don't have a bitch fit because I wanted to know if you wanted to eat here or leave, which I wish you would. I can ask anytime during the ordering proccess but it doesn't mean I'm concluding the order, jackass. It merely keeps me from forgetting to ask you before you pay.
Me: "Okay, I was just asking, I didn't know.
NL: "Um, We'd like the chicken tender kid's meal please. Thank you."
I feel bad for that woman, to live with a complete ass like him. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for retaliating, as much as I wanted to.
Me: the self-proclaimed bitch
DB: douchebag without any home training
Me: (with hand out ready to collect) "$X.XX please."
DB: "Here." (takes out a bunch of wadded up dollar bills and sits them on the window sill when it's obviously windy out)
Me: (Has to un crumble EACH INDIVIDUAL DOLLAR) "That's not a good idea to do that sir because it could blow away it being windy and all. My mom always told me never to put money on a counter like that because it's rude..." and don't think I'm chasing after it if it does
DB: (all dumb-like) "What?"
Me:
(grumble) "Nothing, nevermind."DB: (mumbles something and puts the rest of his change ON THE WINDOW SILL)
Me: Your ass is grass (gritting teeth) "Thank you..."
Then I was placed on a register on the front line. My FIRST order was sucky. There was an older man with his wife and presumably his granddaughter.
OM: "I want double hamburger meal."
Me: (making sure he said double hamburger and not double cheeseburger) "You said double hamburger right?"
OM: (rudely, as though I were insulting his intelligence, or lack thereof) "Yes..."
His wife merely smiled weakly while holding the child, I think she too sensed the wad of bullshit about to issue from his mouth.
Me: "Okaaay, just asking, anything else?"
OM: "Yes. A #4."
Me: "With or without cheese?" (Making sure this order is rung up correctly so I don't have to see his face again)
OM: (rolls eyes and sighs as though I'm not supposed to be making sure his food is made the right way) "Without."
Me: "Okay, and is this for here or to go?" (I tend to forget to ask that and he seems like the kind of guy who'd get offended if you bagged his food when he wanted to dine in instead)
OM: (sighs again and glares) Oh shit...here we go "Are you paying any attention? There are three of us here, can't you see that? We're not done yet!"(at this point I'm shaking from the urge to cuss him out and tell him where he can go while his wife tries to calm him down, only to be shrugged off)
Well excuse the fuck outta me! Now, just because you you have a kid with you doesn't mean you're ordering for her too, in fact, you could have just been getting something for yourself. I'm not Miss Cleo and I can't forsee your intentions for being here, so don't have a bitch fit because I wanted to know if you wanted to eat here or leave, which I wish you would. I can ask anytime during the ordering proccess but it doesn't mean I'm concluding the order, jackass. It merely keeps me from forgetting to ask you before you pay.
Me: "Okay, I was just asking, I didn't know.
NL: "Um, We'd like the chicken tender kid's meal please. Thank you."
I feel bad for that woman, to live with a complete ass like him. I gave myself a mental pat on the back for retaliating, as much as I wanted to.
clerk) Well, we do cook them in afryer so they are naturally greasey.
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