Unfiltered Story #195858

, , | Unfiltered | June 4, 2020

(I am working graveyards at a popular burger joint, and on this particular night the kitchen is being cleaned. This means every single appliance has been disconnected and pulled away from the wall so that the grease buildup behind them can be cleared out by a contractor specializing in industrial kitchen cleanup. NOTHING is plugged in, the entire kitchen has been dismantled, and we are closed for business until morning. Around 2 AM I go outside for a smoke break, when a truck pulls up to the drive-thru.)

Me: “Sorry, our kitchen is being cleaned so we’re closed right now.”

Driver: “WELL THEN WHERE THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO EAT?!?”

Me: “…. they’re open.” *points to another all-night place not 20 feet away*

Driver: *makes a disgusted noise and drives off in a squeal of rubber, completely ignoring the other restaurant*

(What I REALLY wanted to say was ‘I don’t know, and–letting you in on a little secret here–I DON’T CARE!’)