(It is late at night, in the middle of summer. I’m working at the first window, taking orders as well as working the register. The customer I get sounds drunk, but I don’t think too much of it until he gets to the window. The customer is in the rear seat of the car; thankfully the driver is sober.)
Me: “Good evening. Your total is $[total].”
Customer: “Okay… so that’s… uh…”
(The customer stares at the money in his wallet for a moment before handing me a wad of bills.)
Me: “Alright. Here’s your change and your recei—”
(I turn to hand him his change, to see that he now has a large brown paper bag on his lap. He looks at me, then reaches in the bag and pulls out a crab covered in Old Bay seasoning.)
Customer: “D’you want a crab?”
Me: “Er… no thanks.”
Customer: “You sure? They’re really good!”
(The customer tries to hand me the crab anyways.)
Me: “I’m sorry. We’re not allowed to take… tips?”
Customer: “Aww… that sucks. Well, you have a nice night.”
Me: “Here’s your change. You have a good night, too!”
(My colleagues and I were all left wondering what he was doing getting fast food when he had something better!)
