(I work at a popular fast-food chain on a busy street. It’s around 6:30 when a man pulls up to one of the drive-thrus. There is 1 on each side of the building, but this one requires you to move to your passenger seat to get your food, hand over the payment, etc. Today, a man goes up to that drive-thru.)
Me: So was that a #1 with a large tea?
Customer: Yes! Just hand it over already!
Me: OK, but may I request you move over so I can give it to you?
Customer: Why should I listen to you, c**t?
(Taken aback, I ask him again to move so I don’t spill his meal all over his car. I really don’t want to, as his car looked extremely new.)
Customer: NO! JUST GIVE ME MY DAMN FOOD!
Me: I can’t give your food to you if you don’t move over, unless you want to spill it all over your car.
Customer: F**k you you f**king c**t! GIVE ME MY DAMN FOOD!
Me: Sir, I’ve explained to you that I can’t give it you unless you move over!
Customer: I DEMAND TO SEE YOUR MANAGER!
Coworker: Dude! Quit yelling! He can hear you just fine!
(I get my manager over, and he sends me to the back room)
Manager: Here’s a free meal!
Manager: He called me a f**ktard multiple times and told me he would call corporate, and dissed every one of my employees, and called a pregnant customer a wh**e. So, he’s banned from here.
(Thank you, awesome manager!)