About A Foot Away From A Total Meltdown, Part 2

, , , , | Right | September 28, 2020

I’m working at a fast food restaurant known for having just about every flavor and drink combination possible. While taking an order:

Me: “Welcome to [Fast Food Place]. What can I get for you today?”

Customer: “Uh, well…. Hmm. I want…”

Me: *After a few seconds* “I’m sorry, what can I get for you?” 

Customer: “Uh… a hot dog.”

Me: “Sure thing. What kind of hot dog would you like?”

Customer: “Uh. Hmmm. I want…”

I am exasperated but try not to show it.

Me: “We have [four options]. [Fourth option] comes in a foot-long or six-inch.” 

Customer: “Oh. Uh. I’ll have [fourth option].” 

Me: “All righty. Would you like the foot-long or six-inch?”

Customer: “Regular.” 

Me: “Okay, so the six-inch, right? Did you want the combo?”

Customer: “Yeah.”

Me: *After waiting a bit* “The combo comes with [list of sides] and a drink. Which would you like?”

Customer: “[Side].”

Me: “Okay, and what did you want to drink?”

Customer: “Oh. Uh… what?”

Me: “Your drink. What did you want to drink?” 

Customer: “Uh… well… umm… hmm.”

Me: *Now fed up* “Would you like…”

I start listing sodas. I get up to ten before he chooses.

Customer: “Oh, do you have [very first drink I named]?

Me: *Deep breath* “Yes.”

I repeat the order back to him. He suddenly starts screaming.

Customer: “No! I want the foot-long! I told you I wanted the regular! The foot-long!”

Me: “Yes, sir.”

I start the order over.

Me: “Your total is [total]; have a nice day.” 

Customer: *Ranting* “F****** finally!”

About A Foot Away From A Total Meltdown

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