Fast Food So Fast It’s Airborne

A customer drops her own milkshake on the floor and immediately storms up to the counter.

Customer: “Give me a new one!”

Me: “I’m sorry, I can’t. It was already handed over. We can’t replace it if you dropped it.”

I know it might seem like a mean policy, but it’s what the head office has dictated, and we can’t deviate from it.

The customer screams something unintelligible, then throws a muffin at my head.

It bounces off me harmlessly, and I burst out laughing.

She gets even angrier and chucks her chips (fries) at me. 

I laugh harder.

Me: “Are you going to waste all your food on me? Should I be dodging or aiming with my mouth?”

She screeches like a banshee and storms out of the restaurant.