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    Self-Serves Him Right

    | Rolling Prairie, IN, USA | Crazy Requests, Food & Drink

    (I’m off the clock at the fast food restaurant I work at. I’m waiting for my manager to get off, because I’m his ride home. My manager is the cashier, and there’s only one other employee besides me there. A customer walks up to the counter.)

    Manager: “Hi, what can I get you?”

    Customer: “I’ll have a double cheeseburger and a large iced tea, please.”

    Manager: “Okay, that’ll be [total].”

    (The customer pays, and his receipt is printed off.)

    Manager: “Your order number is 544, and it’ll be up shortly.”

    Customer: “Can I have my drink?”

    (My manager hands him a cup, since our drink station is self serve.)

    Customer: “There’s no tea in this.”

    Manager: “Yes, because our tea is self serve.”

    Customer: “I don’t do self serve. I don’t work here.”

    Manager: “So, let me get this straight, you want me to go out there and fill your cup up at our self-serve drink station?”

    Customer: “Yes, like I said, I don’t work here. I shouldn’t have to get my own drink.”

    (My manager turns to the other employee, who’s been listening to the entire conversation.)

    Manager: “Would you fill up his drink for him?”

    Employee: “No.”

    Manager: “Good answer.”

    (My manager turns back to the customer.)

    Manager: “Sorry, sir, but I can not fill your drink for you.”

    Customer: “Then give me my d*** money back.”

    Manager: “Okay, here is your money, sir. Have a good night.”

    Customer: “F*** you!” *walks away*

    Me: “In nearly four years of being here, I’ve never seen a customer not want to fill up their own drink.”

    Manager: “Same here.”

    Me: “Makes me wonder though; how does he get gas? There aren’t any full service gas stations off the interstate.”

    Manager: “Good point. Want a double cheese?”

    Me: “Sure!”