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Okay, so this old cow and her handler/daughter come into the store. Well, we're always shorthanded because our DM is a genius and loves to cut our schedule to barebones. Anyway, said cow stands there staring while myself and two crew members run our butts off trying to get orders out so we can serve other customers.
SC1: old cow
SC2: old cow's daughter
M: me, of course!
M: Sorry about the wait ladies, what can we get for you?
SC1: (has coupon in her hands) I want a trademark sandwich, a small fry and a small onion ring. And I want my fries and onion rings fresh because every time I come here my fries and onion rings are cold. And I don't want ANYONE who has handled money to touch my food!
M: No problem, Ma'am. I'll wash my hands and take care of your order myself. Oh, you have the survey coupon. You have to purchase a fry and drink to get the free sandwich.
SC1: I ALWAYS get a fry and onion ring and no drink!
SC2: We always get just water to drink an no one ever gives us a problem!
M: Well, I'll do it for you today, but you are supposed to get a fry and drink.
SC1: I always get fries and onion rings! No one ever gives me trouble!
M: Like I said, you're getting both today. Can we get you anything else?
SC2: I have a coupon too, and I want the same thing, only I want salt on my fries and she doesn't. I'm not as picky as she is!
M: Okay, no problem. That's $4.24.
I take the money, then go wash my hands, drop the fries and onion rings down, and go back up front to let the customers know it will be about two minutes.
SC2: That's not our food up there, is it? (Points to the sandwich chute)
M: No, your sandwiches aren't up yet. That's for the drive-thru.
I pack up two orders for drive-thru and let another front counter guest know I'll be with him shortly. I look at the french fry timer and see that they're almost done, so I go over to wash my hands again, dry them, and sanitize them.
SC1: You didn't just put that sanitize stuff on your hands did you!?! Go wash your that off your hands right now! Sanitizer is dirty!!!
M: Ma'am, I did put sanitizer on my hands, as my company requires after handwashing. I am required to do this after washing my hands and I will not wash them again, as I have a line full of customers waiting to be served. My hands are clean.
SC1: Well I don't want it! I don't want you to touch my food! I don't see why I can't have it my way! I'm the customer and I should have it my way!
M: Ma'am, I am not rewashing my hands because if I did, I would have to sanitize them again too, and they are already clean and sanitized. Do you want your fries or not?
SC1 says nothing, so I assume she does and place the items in a bag, because she insists that the tray liners give you cancer and she doesn't want her food touching them. Note that the bags are printed with the same supposedly carcinogenic ink.
SC2 (upon receiving her food): See, these are cold! They're already cold! I want fresh ones. I don't want cold food! (She's referring to her onion rings, which I cooked fresh, but apparently became unsatisfactory during SC1's rant)
M: I will cook you fresh ones. It will be one minute and ten seconds.
SC1 is seated but SC2 stands at the counter complaining to everyone about how we can't get simple orders right and it's such a hassle every time she comes in jut to get what she ordered.
When the onion rings come up, I place them in the lady's bag and tell her to have a great night.
Her response: You could have told us to enjoy our meals!
Then she stomps off to her table, where she sits for an hour.
Okay, so this old cow and her handler/daughter come into the store. Well, we're always shorthanded because our DM is a genius and loves to cut our schedule to barebones. Anyway, said cow stands there staring while myself and two crew members run our butts off trying to get orders out so we can serve other customers.
SC1: old cow
SC2: old cow's daughter
M: me, of course!
M: Sorry about the wait ladies, what can we get for you?
SC1: (has coupon in her hands) I want a trademark sandwich, a small fry and a small onion ring. And I want my fries and onion rings fresh because every time I come here my fries and onion rings are cold. And I don't want ANYONE who has handled money to touch my food!
M: No problem, Ma'am. I'll wash my hands and take care of your order myself. Oh, you have the survey coupon. You have to purchase a fry and drink to get the free sandwich.
SC1: I ALWAYS get a fry and onion ring and no drink!
SC2: We always get just water to drink an no one ever gives us a problem!
M: Well, I'll do it for you today, but you are supposed to get a fry and drink.
SC1: I always get fries and onion rings! No one ever gives me trouble!
M: Like I said, you're getting both today. Can we get you anything else?
SC2: I have a coupon too, and I want the same thing, only I want salt on my fries and she doesn't. I'm not as picky as she is!
M: Okay, no problem. That's $4.24.
I take the money, then go wash my hands, drop the fries and onion rings down, and go back up front to let the customers know it will be about two minutes.
SC2: That's not our food up there, is it? (Points to the sandwich chute)
M: No, your sandwiches aren't up yet. That's for the drive-thru.
I pack up two orders for drive-thru and let another front counter guest know I'll be with him shortly. I look at the french fry timer and see that they're almost done, so I go over to wash my hands again, dry them, and sanitize them.
SC1: You didn't just put that sanitize stuff on your hands did you!?! Go wash your that off your hands right now! Sanitizer is dirty!!!
M: Ma'am, I did put sanitizer on my hands, as my company requires after handwashing. I am required to do this after washing my hands and I will not wash them again, as I have a line full of customers waiting to be served. My hands are clean.
SC1: Well I don't want it! I don't want you to touch my food! I don't see why I can't have it my way! I'm the customer and I should have it my way!
M: Ma'am, I am not rewashing my hands because if I did, I would have to sanitize them again too, and they are already clean and sanitized. Do you want your fries or not?
SC1 says nothing, so I assume she does and place the items in a bag, because she insists that the tray liners give you cancer and she doesn't want her food touching them. Note that the bags are printed with the same supposedly carcinogenic ink.
SC2 (upon receiving her food): See, these are cold! They're already cold! I want fresh ones. I don't want cold food! (She's referring to her onion rings, which I cooked fresh, but apparently became unsatisfactory during SC1's rant)
M: I will cook you fresh ones. It will be one minute and ten seconds.
SC1 is seated but SC2 stands at the counter complaining to everyone about how we can't get simple orders right and it's such a hassle every time she comes in jut to get what she ordered.
When the onion rings come up, I place them in the lady's bag and tell her to have a great night.
Her response: You could have told us to enjoy our meals!
Then she stomps off to her table, where she sits for an hour.
And no SC's are going to spoil that for you.
I don't know how she forces her self to leave her house. 
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