Size Does Matter
(I used to work a fast-food drive-thru window in which I met very strange and stupid people.)
Me: *trough the drive-thru intercom* “Hi, welcome to [Fast Food place], how may I help you?”
Man: *to one of his kids* “Pick something d*** it! I don’t have all day for your s***.”
Me: “Hey ease up, would you?”
Man: *to me* “You little s***! 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.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?