Unfiltered Story #245725

I was taking orders when a classmate came in to the restaurant. This classmate works for a rival fast food place and is always talking bad about our food.

I kept my mouth shut while she ordered and while I fixed her fries and milkshake. However, as I handed her the food, she loudly starting running her mouth about the quality of our food, that we don’t use “real” ingredients, and that the grease causes pimples.

I said, “I’m surprised you’re here since you feel that way.”

“I – I – F*** you!”

I yelled after her, “Sorry, you’ll have to go to [her restaurant] for that special order!”