Pray She Doesn’t Order The Number Two
(A woman and her two kids come in looking for the washrooms. An employee tells her that they are outside and around the corner, near the drive-through. She leaves to go find them.)
coworker: *to me* “Oh my God! Come see this!”
Me: “Yeah?”
(I walk over to the drive-through window and poke my head out. There, in the middle of the drive-through, is the woman holding one of her kids up horizontally as the child urinates on the drive-through in front of me while holding up several vehicles. She looks up and sees me, looks me straight in the eye the entire time, and finishes without a word.)
Me: *to my coworkers* “I’m going for break.”



