Unfiltered Story #191929

I work at a fast food restaurant. I also happen to have type 1 diabetes, which in case you don’t know, means my diet didn’t cause it at all.
Anyways, I was handing food out at the window when the next car came up. In it was a giant woman, easily 3 or 400 pounds. She had ordered two large meals, one with a dr. Pepper, and one with a diet coke (very different tasting sodas)

Me: Here is your food and drinks, have a great day

Her: which one is diet

Me: I don’t actually know, I’m sorry, but they taste quite different.

At this point she leans out the car window, puts her face up to mine and screams

Her: I’m a diabetic! Do you want me to die?

I should have mentioned the nearly 100 carbs in her meal that are just as dangerous for a diabetic, but I was too meek. I just remade her drinks.