Our fast food place has decided to put up a sign that says “a la carte” above the dollar menu. A customer and his wife are placing an order.

Customer: “…and I’ll take an ai-luh-cardee.”

I ask him to repeat as I’ve clearly misheard something. He points this time and says it again. Immediately, I’m overtaken by dread. How am I going to explain this one?

Me: “Sir, that’s ‘a la carte’. It means you order each item separately, instead of as a set meal.”

Customer: “Why not just say that, then?”

Me: “It’s commonly meant as the same thing. It’s French.”

Customer: “I don’t want no French stuff!”

Customer’s Wife: “Gerald, you just ordered French fries! Stop hounding the poor girl and just pay!”

A man comes in and pays for his food. It’s nothing unusual until I count his coins: pesos, euros, and who knows what.

Me: *Politely* “I can’t accept the change as it’s not legal tender.”

I’m now scanning his dollar bills, too.

Customer: *Instantly furious* “Any store in the country will take Canadian money!”

Me: “Canadian is one thing; this money is not Canadian.”

I show him a coin. He points at it.

Customer: “It has French on it!”

Me: “It does, but it’s not Canadian. Sir, you cannot pay with this money. No store can accept this.”

Customer: “No store… in the country?”

I shake my head no.

Customer: “F*** it. You keep it.”

And then he paid with a card. I’m thinking this man was actually trying to scam with foreign currency.

I am cleaning up outside our fast food place. There is a long line of cars at the drive-thru. A woman gets out of her car with her little dog and lets it do its business right next to our outside seating area.

She locks eyes with me and then gets back in her car with her dog, leaving a steaming pile of doggie doo-doo right there without any attempt to put it in a sanitary bag and dispose of it in the special trash bin provided.

I grab a takeout paper bag used by our store and, using my special tools for just such occasions, I take her “leftovers” and place them in the bag.

She has just reached the drive-thru so her window is down. As she is ordering, I walk up to her car and hand over the bag.

Me: “Ma’am, you forgot this.”

Customer: “What is that?”

Me: “I believe you dropped it.”

The customer opens the bag and screams.

Customer: “You little c***! Get me your manager! I’m gonna get you fired!”

The manager comes over to the window and the customer complains.

Manager: “Ma’am, dog fouling carries a fine of $500. Would you like us to put it back where we found it and report your license plate to the police?”

The customer took the poop.

My manager told me not to do that again because what I did so close to customers and food was a big health no-no, but it was so worth it.

Not every bad drive-thru customer gets their comeuppance, but it’s amazing when it happens! Sadly, they’re not the only bad examples, as evidenced by these 13 MORE Crazy Stories About Drive-Thru Customers!

I work at a fast-food restaurant. The whole restaurant’s name is “[Company] Chicken Fingers”.

Me: “[Welcome slogan]! What can I get started for you today?”

Customer: “Can I get a hamburger with everything on it?”

Me: “I’m so sorry, but we don’t sell burgers here.”

Customer: “Yes, the h*** you do.”

Me: “No, I’m sorry, we don’t.”

Customer: “You’re a f****** [Burger Chain]! Yes, the h*** you do!”

Me: “No, this is [Company] Chicken Fingers.”

Customer: “Ugh, fine, whatever. Can I get a grilled chicken sandwich with tomato and mayo?!”

Me: “I’m sorry, but we don’t have grilled chicken, only fried. And we do not have tomatoes, just lettuce.”

Customer: “Are you f****** joking?! Ugh, fine. A fried chicken sandwich. But the filet.”

Me: “So, again… we’re [Company] Chicken Fingers… meaning we only do have chicken fingers. But we do have a sandwich that is really good.”

Customer: “You know what, b****?! F*** you. You don’t have anything I want. F****** incompetent b****.” *Drives off*

Me: “What the h***?!” *Turning to my manager* “How much do you wanna bet she’s gonna call corporate?”

Then, another customer pulls up to the speaker.

Customer #2: “Um, ma’am, I heard all that. Are you okay?”

Me: “Yes, I’m fine. You’d be surprised by the things I hear. Thank you for checking up on me. What can I get for you?”

The dumba** of a customer called corporate. And I was told all about it. It’s now a funny story to tell new crewmembers.

I work at a burrito shop.

Customer: “Can I get one of those flattas?”

Me: “We… I don’t know what that is.”

Customer: “Yes, you do! It’s a flat thing with cheese.”

Me: “Oh! A quesadilla! Sure.”

Customer: “Uh, no, it’s called a flatta ’cause it’s flat!”

Me: “No, it’s a quesadilla because it has cheese in it.”

Customer: “Never mind. I’ll go somewhere where they know what I’m talking about.”

Me: “Ma’am, no one will ever know what you are talking about.”