A Deadly Combo Of Sheer Anger And Pure Stupidity

, , , | Right | March 25, 2019

(This takes place at a fast food restaurant drive-thru.)

Me: “Hi, how are you today?”

Customer: *sharply* “Hold on, okay?”

Me: “All right, let me know when you’re ready to order.”

(Five whole minutes pass. I can hear them just talking to their passenger about unrelated things while four cars pile up behind him.)

Me: “Are you ready to order?”

Customer: “Huh? Oh, I guess. Give me a number 18 with an orange juice.”

Me: “All right. Anything else?”

Customer: “Give me two number 18s, with orange juice. That’s it.”

Me: “Does everything look right on the screen?”

Customer: “I never wanted two combos. Why did you put two combos?”

Me: *slightly irritated* “Okay, I took it off. Does everything look right?”

Customer: “What are you doing? Are you stupid? I want one combo and then the crunch-wrap by itself.”

Me: “…Okay, sir. You can pull forward.”

(I meet him at the window, moderately annoyed but cheerful.)

Me: “So you have one combo and one crunch-wrap?”

Customer: “NO! I just want two crunch-wraps! Why don’t you understand this?”

Me: “All right, sir.”

(Despite my self-control, I’m struggling to keep cool. I hand him his bag of two crunch-wraps.)

Customer: “Where are my drinks and my hash-browns? I wanted two combos!”

Me: “Sir… you didn’t want two combos.”

Customer: “So you didn’t ring me up for what I f****** ordered?”

Me: “…”

(I shoved two hash-browns into his bag, handed it over, and went to dunk my head in the fryer.)

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