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A Whitman's Sampler of Idiocy
Stop that.
Random guy came behind the counter while I was serving an older lady on the other end of the counter. Why? To make change for a dollar.
Me: *noticing him* "HEY!"
SC:
"Uh...uh...I was just wanting change for a dollar."
Me: "Then get in line behind the person I'm serving and wait for either myself or my co-workers to get that for you."
SC: *shuffles off, mumbling* "I just wanted change for a dollar..."
You're practically sprinting toward hell, aren't you?
We have a collection jar for a co-worker with cancer on the counter between the registers. I was making a milkshake, my back turned away from the counter, and my co-worker was busy in the drive. I hear a rustling of change behind me. I turn around to see some old guy with his hand inside the collection jar.
Me: "HEY!"
SC: *scampers off*
The drive through is not a parking spot!
A bunch of antique cars pulled into our parking lot. Where did they park? The designated parking area? No. They decided to pull around the building and park one behind the other in the drive through so they were parking in the drive through area. When they all started getting out of their cars, I poked my head out the window.
Me: "I'm sorry, you guys are going to have to park in the actual parking spots. That's our drive through."
SC: (apparently he was the ringleader) "We'll be fine here."
All the people driving the antique cars shuffle in and start to order. I interrupt the first one.
Me: *to co worker* "Don't serve them a thing until they've all parked their cars in the right places."
SC: "Like I said, our cars will be fine there for about twenty minutes. We just want ice cream."
Me: "And like I said, you're going to park your cars somewhere that we can do business in our drive through with the other customers, or else you're not getting anything."
SC: "Fine, we'll go park somewhere else. How does McDonald's sound?"
Me: "Sounds excellent, have a nice day.
Random guy came behind the counter while I was serving an older lady on the other end of the counter. Why? To make change for a dollar.
Me: *noticing him* "HEY!"
SC:
"Uh...uh...I was just wanting change for a dollar."Me: "Then get in line behind the person I'm serving and wait for either myself or my co-workers to get that for you."
SC: *shuffles off, mumbling* "I just wanted change for a dollar..."
You're practically sprinting toward hell, aren't you?
We have a collection jar for a co-worker with cancer on the counter between the registers. I was making a milkshake, my back turned away from the counter, and my co-worker was busy in the drive. I hear a rustling of change behind me. I turn around to see some old guy with his hand inside the collection jar.
Me: "HEY!"
SC: *scampers off*
The drive through is not a parking spot!
A bunch of antique cars pulled into our parking lot. Where did they park? The designated parking area? No. They decided to pull around the building and park one behind the other in the drive through so they were parking in the drive through area. When they all started getting out of their cars, I poked my head out the window.
Me: "I'm sorry, you guys are going to have to park in the actual parking spots. That's our drive through."
SC: (apparently he was the ringleader) "We'll be fine here."
All the people driving the antique cars shuffle in and start to order. I interrupt the first one.
Me: *to co worker* "Don't serve them a thing until they've all parked their cars in the right places."
SC: "Like I said, our cars will be fine there for about twenty minutes. We just want ice cream."
Me: "And like I said, you're going to park your cars somewhere that we can do business in our drive through with the other customers, or else you're not getting anything."
SC: "Fine, we'll go park somewhere else. How does McDonald's sound?"
Me: "Sounds excellent, have a nice day.
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