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So, McD's. Setting: roughly 12:00 Noon some lazy day.
Wait, no. Lazy is exactly the wrong word for it.
Front counter was wading in customers up to our eyeballs, thanks, Lunch Rush!
Now, for a few days, at least, we'd been running out of everything in the store. Nothing to be done for it, our truck wasn't due to arrive until the next week (it was a Friday, if I remember the story correctly, trucks come on Mondays, usually)
So, I have a line five hundred people deep. Three people are off to my right, just waiting for their order to be brought to the counter for them. One of these customers, wanders off to our drink bar area, presumably to fill his soda, as cxustomers do when their food takes too long to show up.
I ignore the guy wandering off, as I have a line hundreds of people deep, like I said. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, from across the store, "YOU'RE OUT OF SPOONS!"
I look up from my typing, to single out the source of the yelling (that's right, this guy yelled at me from ten, maybe twenty feet away) Oddly enough, the yell is not repeated.
My response, to the person whose order I was taking, "Oh, kay..."
I was more confused that he thought that yelling at me, from across the store, during the busiest time of day, would have me hopping down his throat with extra spoons.
Wait, no. Lazy is exactly the wrong word for it.
Front counter was wading in customers up to our eyeballs, thanks, Lunch Rush!
Now, for a few days, at least, we'd been running out of everything in the store. Nothing to be done for it, our truck wasn't due to arrive until the next week (it was a Friday, if I remember the story correctly, trucks come on Mondays, usually)
So, I have a line five hundred people deep. Three people are off to my right, just waiting for their order to be brought to the counter for them. One of these customers, wanders off to our drink bar area, presumably to fill his soda, as cxustomers do when their food takes too long to show up.
I ignore the guy wandering off, as I have a line hundreds of people deep, like I said. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, from across the store, "YOU'RE OUT OF SPOONS!"
I look up from my typing, to single out the source of the yelling (that's right, this guy yelled at me from ten, maybe twenty feet away) Oddly enough, the yell is not repeated.
My response, to the person whose order I was taking, "Oh, kay..."
I was more confused that he thought that yelling at me, from across the store, during the busiest time of day, would have me hopping down his throat with extra spoons.
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