A Not-So-Smooth Transaction, Part 2

I am sixteen, working my first job at a popular smoothie chain. Two girls, who look to both be high school seniors, walk in thirty seconds before we close. We have already shut down both ovens — meaning no food can be made — and all but one of the blenders.

Girl #1: “I’d like a [wrap] now.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but the ovens have been cleaned and shut off for the night, so I can’t make any food.”

Girl #1: “Okay, then I’d like [different wrap].”

Me: “That still requires an oven to make. Our food line is shut down for the night, unfortunately.”

Girl #1: “Ugh, you’re so incompetent. Where I work, we’re open until 2:00 am, and if someone orders a sirloin at 1:59, we have to make it still.”

Me: “Well, I’m sorry, but we can’t make any food this late.”

Girl #2: “Is there anything you can make?”

Me: “We still can make smoothies, but as only one blender is open, it will take a couple of minutes to do multiple, as we have to clean the tools between smoothies.”

They back away, muttering about how I’m incompetent. It takes about ten minutes before they are ready to order.

Girl #1: “I’d like [smoothie with a lot of changes].”

Girl #2: “And I want [smoothie with even more changes].”

Me: “All right, your total is [price] and it’ll be out soon.”

They get their smoothies and leave while complaining even more. I lock the door behind them. 

Coworker: “There’s no restaurant that’s open at 2:00 am that serves steak around here. What a load of BS!”

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