(I used to work a fast food drive-thru window in which I met very strange and stupid people.)

Me, through the drive-thru intercom: “Hi, welcome to ***, how may I help you?”

Man, to one of his kids: “Pick something damn it! I don’t have all day for your sh*t.”

Me: “Hey ease up, would you?”

Man, speaking to me: “You little sh*t! You don’t know who you are messing with!”

(The man speeds up to my window with an angry look on his face. I look at him: a 5′5″, overweight and balding guy. Then he looks at me: 6-foot, 300 pounds of muscle, bone, and a relatively small gut. His expression softens slightly.)

Man: “…were you the one on the speaker?”

Me: “Yeah, that was me.”

Man: “How are you doing? It’s a great day today.”

Me: *big smile* “How’s the kid doing?”

Man: “Fine…you aren’t going to take my order, are you?”

Me: “Nope. My manager has the other headset and he might’ve taken your order if you didn’t piss him off. Have a nice day.”

(I worked at that place for 2 years and a month before I quit. I still have bad dreams about the place.)