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    , | Melbourne, VIC, Australia | Bad Behavior, Bigotry, Food & Drink, Theme Of The Month, Top

    (I’m a male shift manager at a popular drive-thru fast food chain. I’m 19 and the only manager on duty. I am doing my rounds when I overhear an argument.)

    Customer: “You f***ing b****! You obviously don’t know what the f*** you’re doing! Ten f***ing breast pieces!”

    (At this point the 15-year-old server runs out of the serving window area in tears and begs me for help. I send her on a break and approach the customer warily.)

    Me: “Sir, what seems to be the issue?”

    Customer: “Who the f*** are you?”

    Me: “I’m the manager on duty, sir. Is there-”

    Customer: “You? The f***ing manager? You’re f***ing 12!”

    Me: “Sir, I’m 19 and I’m—”

    Customer: “That b**** wouldn’t give me ten breast pieces of chicken in my ten piece box!”

    Me: “Unfortunately, she was correct and we are unable to do that. Only one in every nine pieces of chicken is a breast piece, and in order to fill your request we would have to cook an extra 81 pieces, which would severely affect our profit margin. Could I suggest the fillet—”

    Customer: “You’re a f***ing f** aren’t you? You’re one of those queers!”

    Me: “Sir, I’m going to have to ask that—”

    Customer: “F***ing f** boy!”

    (The customer then descends into a tirade of graphic descriptions of the sexual acts he would expect me to perform as a homosexual. I’m finding it difficult to maintain composure at this point.)

    Me: “Sir, if you do not stop immediately I’m going to have to call the police.”

    Customer: “You wanna fight me, f** boy? I’ll f***ing kill you.”

    (The customer gets out of his car and lunges at the window. I slam it shut and lock it.)

    Customer: “Come out here and fight me, you queer!”

    Me: “Sir, I cannot help you any more. Please leave my drive-thru immediately or I will call the police.”

    Customer: “You can’t make me! Give me my f***ing chicken!”

    (I pull out my phone and dial the police. As I’m explaining the situation, the customer has reverted to his tirade of sexual comments aimed at me.)

    Me: “The police are on their way. You can either leave the store now or be removed.”

    Customer: “You little f**! I’ll be back f** boy, just you f***ing wait!”

    (The customer roars off. I’m shaking and my voicing is cracking at this point, having maintained composure for so long, but I stay at the serving window so I can explain the delay to the next few customers, and apologise to the next car, who witnessed the entire episode.)

    Me: “Hi, welcome to [fast food restaurant], I’m so sorry about the delay there, I was un—”

    Customer #2: “He’s right! You are a f***** aren’t you!”

    (Worst shift I ever had.)