Getting Owned By The Owner, Part 4

(The head manager comes in on his day off to eat lunch. I’m about to serve a customer.)

Me: “Hi, and welcome to [Fast Food Place]. What can I get you?”

Customer: “Yes, I’ll have the—”

(Suddenly, my manager decides to cut the entire line and steps in front.)

Manager: “Yes. I’ll have a number 1 and 3 to go.”

Me: “Excuse me, sir, but I was assisting this customer before you.”

Customer: “Yeah. You also skipped the entire line, buddy.”

Manager: *to customer* “Buddy? Do you know who I am? I’m the head manager here and I can do whatever the h*** I want! And if you don’t like it you can get the h*** out!”

(I have no clue what to do, when the following happens.)

Customer: “So you’re the head manager? Huh. Well, I’m that guy.

(The customer points to a portrait on the wall next to the counter. It is the portrait of the CEO of the company. The customer proved his identity with his ID, and he pulled the head manager into his office for a talk.)