Working Drive-Thru Is A Scream

, | Bristow, VA, USA |

(I’m working the drive-thru window.)

Me: “Hi, you had a number two with a coke. That’ll be $6.45.”

Customer: “Okay, sure.”

(She rummages in her wallet.)

Me: “Thanks.”

(I gather her change.)

Customer: *screaming in my face* “I’m paying! I’m paying!”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. I know you’re paying. I’m just getting your change. They’re bagging your order right now.”

Customer: “Okay, great.”

(There is a pause while I check her order. Suddenly, I hear her screaming.)

Me: *very concerned* “Ma’am? What’s wrong?”

Customer: “What?”

Me: “You screamed.”

Customer: “No, I didn’t.”

Me: “You definitely did. The whole drive-thru staff heard you.”

Customer: “You’re mistaken.”

Me: “Okay then. Here’s your food. Number two with a soda. Can I get you any condiments?”

Customer: *screaming in my face* “I’m eating! I’m eating!”

Me: “So, no condiments?”

Customer: *bellowing* “Goodbye! GOODBYE!”