Full Of Soda And Fury, Signifying Nothing

(I work at a fast food restaurant in a food court in a mall. Our kid meals come in “to go” bags, regardless if the order is to go, or not. A mother comes up to my register and orders two kids’ meal bags to go.)

Me: “Here is your order. Do you want any sauces or ketchup?”

Customer: “I said I wanted this to go.”

(I look down at her order a bit confused.)

Me: “I’m sorry. Did you want a cup carrier for the drinks?”

Customer: “No, stupid! I want to have a to-go bag for my food.”

Me: “But your food is in bags.”

Customer: “Just give me a d*** bag.”

(I give the mother two of our biggest bags which are the same size as the kids’ meal bags.)

Customer: “I only need one!”

(The customer shoves the two kids’ meals into the one bag and crams the drinks in as well. To top it off, she rolls the tops of the bag down, further crushing the drinks. Then, she shoves the entire mess into her large purse.)

Customer: “See! Look how much of an idiot you are!”

(She walks away in a huff, with her purse dripping soda behind her.)