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Gay Virus.
I think I've mentioned this in other posts, but; I'm openly gay. I don't mean that I wear a pink neon sign that reads "Queer", but; pretty much every person who knows me knows I'm gay. Because I live in a small(ish) town, that means pretty much everyone knows too.
This happened a few days ago:
It was a pretty slow day at Restaurant, and everything was going well. We had a few call-in orders being made and sacked up, and that was pretty much all that was going on.
We get a phone call sometime around seven and I'm the one who answers the phone.
Me: "Restaurant."
SC: "Yeah, I'd like to place an order."
Me: "OK, go ahead."
SC: *places order*
Me: "All right, it'll be about fifteen minutes, can I get a name for this, please?"
SC: "*gives last name*, and I do not want that fag that works there to come anywhere near my food."
Me: "Excuse me?"
SC: "I told you not to let that fuckin' faggot that works there, I don't know its name, but don't let it near my food. You got that?" *hangs up*
I can't really describe how I felt about that. I don't really care what people think about me. If you want to hate me because I'm gay, more power to you, but really, come on. This is 2009. Let's have a little more maturity.
So, being the asshole that I am, I switched spots with one of the cooks and cooked this guy's food personally. Don't worry, no harm fell upon his burgers and fries.
So, I switch back with the cook and bag the food myself too. About five minutes after the order is out, SC comes through the drive to pick up his food. I pull him forward.
Me: "Hi, that's gonna come out to $X.XX."
SC: *pays*
Me: *hands him bag of food.* You have a good night.
SC: "That queer didn't touch my food, did it?"
Me: "Actually, sir, he did. He also just got done handing you your food and I'm pretty sure his hand just grazed your hand when you exchanged money with him. Now, can I get you anything else? A drink maybe? A cup of ice cream?"
SC: "I-I-I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT YOU TOUCHING MY FUCKIN' FOOD, YOU FAGGOTY ASS FAGGOT?!" *throws bag of food back at me*
Me: "You'd better go get tested, sir. I hear the "fag virus" is just as contagious as swine flu."
SC: *drives off, flipping me off.*
So, yeah. This is just one of the reasons why I hate living in Arkansas.
Fin.
This happened a few days ago:
It was a pretty slow day at Restaurant, and everything was going well. We had a few call-in orders being made and sacked up, and that was pretty much all that was going on.
We get a phone call sometime around seven and I'm the one who answers the phone.
Me: "Restaurant."
SC: "Yeah, I'd like to place an order."
Me: "OK, go ahead."
SC: *places order*
Me: "All right, it'll be about fifteen minutes, can I get a name for this, please?"
SC: "*gives last name*, and I do not want that fag that works there to come anywhere near my food."
Me: "Excuse me?"
SC: "I told you not to let that fuckin' faggot that works there, I don't know its name, but don't let it near my food. You got that?" *hangs up*
I can't really describe how I felt about that. I don't really care what people think about me. If you want to hate me because I'm gay, more power to you, but really, come on. This is 2009. Let's have a little more maturity.
So, being the asshole that I am, I switched spots with one of the cooks and cooked this guy's food personally. Don't worry, no harm fell upon his burgers and fries.
So, I switch back with the cook and bag the food myself too. About five minutes after the order is out, SC comes through the drive to pick up his food. I pull him forward.
Me: "Hi, that's gonna come out to $X.XX."
SC: *pays*
Me: *hands him bag of food.* You have a good night.
SC: "That queer didn't touch my food, did it?"
Me: "Actually, sir, he did. He also just got done handing you your food and I'm pretty sure his hand just grazed your hand when you exchanged money with him. Now, can I get you anything else? A drink maybe? A cup of ice cream?"
SC: "I-I-I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU I DIDN'T WANT YOU TOUCHING MY FUCKIN' FOOD, YOU FAGGOTY ASS FAGGOT?!" *throws bag of food back at me*
Me: "You'd better go get tested, sir. I hear the "fag virus" is just as contagious as swine flu."
SC: *drives off, flipping me off.*
So, yeah. This is just one of the reasons why I hate living in Arkansas.
Fin.
What does it matter who makes your food?
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